i'm just messing with you, sweetheart

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. (Victor Hugo - Les Misérables)

“They remained silent, with Boyd’s head tipped back against Sin’s shoulder and his blond hair bunched between them. Sin could feel the warmth of Boyd’s body; the simple comfort of his chest rising and falling. His arms tightened around Boyd’s stomach, pulling him closer. 

Boyd’s fingertips ran along Sin’s skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. The tempo rising and falling with the beating of Boyd’s heart.”

fade; in the company of shadows // boyd & hsin

“I hate you,” Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” “I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed. “You are a pipe dream,” Andrew said.”