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#[ for those who want to be spammed by vic ]

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          ❝ Did you ever dream you had a friend? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep. ❞

A study in unrequited love,  deciding what to do with one’s life,  and discovering the missing link to all of one’s hopes and desires.

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#[ follow me here if you like! very lowkey and chill blog ] #; promo.

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[ if i got back on my maurice blog, would anyone want to interact with him? ]

#[ i just...miss my edwardian himbo so much ]

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[ me immediately after learning that spanish royalty is still a thing:

give vic a spanish prince for a lover 2k24 ]

#[ please asjgkslgll;h ] #[ i need it ]

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Do you realize…

Maurice 1987 dir. James Ivory

#[ time to rewatch the film ] #; aesthetic #V; Novice

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His smile touches his eyes upon the other's attempt at charming him, gilt crescents glimmering with amusement whilst their unfortunate spectators are subjected to the affectatious display.

❝—Why don't I sit close to you, then?❞ He assuages Michael's worries as to being abandoned by electing a bar seat closest to his work counter, his gaze meeting the other's with a promising look from above his book as he opens it to the latest chapter. The long expanse of his legs grow crossed at the knees in a graceful manner as he leans upon an elbow, and commences his study of Plato's The Republic.

"i was excited! -- until you reminded me that i had to wait. i know patience is an attractive trait and all, but there are only so many hours in a day," he complains, responding then with a touch of his own -- a twirling set of digits trying to thread and tuck the blonde of victor's hair over an ear. this warrants an irritable click of teeth from paul, and a similar exasperation from yasmin, and between the two -- he's more apologetic to the latter. still, a reader at a coffee shop; a man after his own heart. michael throws his head back, an audible groan bracketed by a necessary whirring, before pushing away from the counter. "wait there. don't leave, alright? flirt with me in between readings to give me encouragement. i'll be expecting it."

#carminekings #[ afjhskglkldh we can mention time passing by until the end of michael's shift if you want ] #[ i doubt vic's actually gonna talk to him in between. he'll probably just give him suggestive looks lol ] #V; Novice

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Standing tall once more, he studies the other's mien through leaden eyes, and although his smile does not waver, there is a tang of irritation woven into its lines that only a perceptive glance could decipher. ❝—You can at least pretend to be excited, you know.❞

At the suggestion which further reveals Michael's depths of delusion, his fair brow rises into an interpretable arch, and his attention returns to his order upon the counter. ❝—Oh no, far be it from me to ruin the suspense; the wait is part of what makes it all so exhilarating. I shall keep myself occupied with my book until then.❞ He holds up the aforementioned book as evidence with a sweet expression.

peeking to his left, michael surveys the decorative analog clock before slouching further into his mild annoyance. "in an hour and a half probably. an hour if the afternoon rush slows." he's pursing his lips into a petulant frown, boredom apparent in the sink of his lips, until an enthusiastic idea tunnels to the front. it's unlikely and only half sincere, but michael offers it with a suggestive grin. "you should detract people from visiting -- scare a few people from the line. it'd be like a white lie. a fib you tell for the greater good!"

#carminekings #[ vic's so....agjdkgkldlh ] #V; Novice

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The heel of his palm moves to cradle the amused smile which spills across the pliant curves of his lips, as Michael carries on with his avowals in the name of a cursory romp with whomever may spare him the opportunity; for Victor is certain that he is far from special in this regard. Who knows how many other customers he has scared off with the same suggestions. Perhaps this time he is seeking inspiration for his novel by attempting to bed a presumed aristocrat's son.

❝—When does your shift here end?❞ He finally asks, the question leaden with the promise which the other is yearning for.

unperturbed by the searing glare burning a hole through the back of his head -- michael leans in with similar intent, a dreamy, busied expression set upon his face. is that a challenge? perhaps a dare? regardless of intention, he takes bouts of closeness wherever he can, grinning through the potential snapping he's certain to receive. "i take offence to the fact that you believe my performance lacking, and that you have little faith in my devotion to sex. i will sacrifice myself for a wretched, cruel, ear pulling -- if it means i have a chance." then, with the slightest wariness that he is potentially putting victor in a pressure cooker situation -- michael sighs, throwing his eyes back in a brief roll. "if not now, later."

#carminekings #[ okay vic's definitely fucking with him afhskgksl ] #[ he doesn't like the presumption that he's an easy lay ((though lbr he can be in the right context)) ] #[ put in some effort michael and then we'll talk lol ] #V; Novice

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❝—I suppose your idea could be considered intriguing, though your presentation of it is somewhat lacking.❞ Thus he indulges the other's boldness, if only to see exactly how he plans to follow through with it. By leaning forward against the counter which separates them, he creates a momentary illusion of intimacy between them. ❝—Not to mention, I imagine your boss would be less than forgiving if you decided to leave with me right now.❞

"what a fun way to go though -- wouldn't you say?" he announces this with a flourishing hand, dismissive of nearly everything else. "besides, i wouldn't dare suggest this if we weren't already familiar. not because i have any moral quandary about it -- but because my boss would scold me. and he has quite the screech, let me tell you." michael turns to glance over his shoulder, the predictable leer of paul's judgment apparent with crossed arms. charming. with a scoff, his gaze swims back to victor's, expectant. "so? do i not have wonderful ideas?"

#carminekings #[ i don't think vic's being serious about any of this lol ] #V; Novice

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❝—Good Lord, you really are forward.❞ His exhale grows caught behind his teeth in the form of a disbelieving scoff. To produce such a reaction in a man of equally dubious decency is an impressive feat in itself. He is somewhat flattered, nevertheless, though he ought to know better. ❝—I sincerely hope you don't terrorise your other patrons with your propositions; the combination with a dose of caffeine may just prove fatal.❞

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michael doesn't bother with reigning in his sarcasm -- ever at the whims of his self-interest and disputable apathy. "how festive." the smile he shoots victor is merciless, the cocked sway of his head only emphasizing his limited sympathy. they should be away already! -- whisked into the night! screwing! "let's put it in a to-go bag and leave the appetite for something else. something heartier -- good for the soul." pausing, michael decides against leaving it up to implication. "like sex."

#carminekings #[ i just about died from your reply afjskgksl ] #[ I imagine vic could be a regular? And/or they could be a thing already lol i don't mind ] #V; Novice

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AFFECTIONATE  AND  AFFIRMING  PROMPTS 

❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

❝  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.  ❞

❝  my favorite color changes but it’s always the same,  whatever color you’re wearing.  ❞

❝  whatever matters to you matters to me,  you’re important to me.  ❞

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞

❝  i’ll always be yours,  in one way or another.  ❞

❝  you don’t ever have to worry with me.  i’m here for good.  ❞

❝  you are more beautiful than you know.  ❞

❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞

❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

❝  you’ve become my joy.  ❞

❝  whatever else happens,  if i have you,  i’m content.  ❞

❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞

❝  you will always be my priority.  ❞

❝  i love you forever.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you.  ❞

❝  you look wonderful.  ❞

❝  i want you to feel safe with me.  ❞

❝  i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud.  you’re beautiful and strong.  you deserve to believe it.  ❞

❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞

❝  you carry yourself with such grace.  ❞

❝  you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments.  ❞

❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞

❝  you always make me see things differently.  i appreciate your perspective. ❞

❝  i’m just enjoying you.  you look happy today and i like seeing that.  ❞

❝  you’re very valuable to me.  ❞

❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞

❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞

❝  come put your head in my lap and tell me something new.  ❞

❝  i love it when you smile at me like that.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i can share you with anyone today.  ❞

❝  i’ll take you anywhere you want.  just tell me where.  ❞

❝  bored? of you?  impossible.  ❞

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one.  ❞

❝  your happiness matters greatly to me.  ❞

❝  you deserve to reach the goals you want in life.  you deserve to obtain anything you wish.  ❞

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

❝  you come first.  you’re always my first choice.  ❞

❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

❝  i want to share in your joy.  i want to be part of all things that make you happy.  ❞

❝  all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them.  ❞

❝  i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞

[ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind. 

[ SOOTHE ]  in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind. 

[ CLOSE ]  sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by. 

[  STOP  ]  sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands,  drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.  

[ GIVE ]  sender greets with receiver with a gift. 

[ BRING ]  sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them. 

[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

[ COAX ]  sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind,  so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up. 

[ CARESS ]   sender sits by quietly while receiver works,  petting their hair and simply providing company. 

[ RELAX ]  sender gives receiver a massage. 

[ LOOK ]  for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.

[ MORNING ]  for sender to wake receiver with a kiss. 

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As their gazes collide once more, he feels his heart swelling with affection beneath the expanding walls of his chest. Oliver's is a confession made with absolute trust in their shared privacy; it is a baptism for his soul, so far removed from any fearful judgement. Knowing what he knows of him by now, after so many seasons spent together, Victor could never question his reasoning when he has learned to love him for it.

He slowly shifts in his spot so that he may rest his chin upon Oliver's chest, the blue of his eyes reflected within his beloved's. He had looked back; he had seen Oliver wandering amongst the shadows, with his desires worn upon his lips, and his arms full of air.

❝—That night when you showed up under my window, it was as if something made me call you up; I sort of did it without thinking.❞ He softly muses, as though placing varied elements together in order to create a full picture. ❝—Then I remembered what you said later on, about how our paths were meant to be intertwined, and I started wondering; do you really believe that perhaps some things do happen for a reason?❞

"ollie," he repeats, charmed. victor is generous in his dismissal, helplessly kind whilst capable of opposing cruelty, and the lengths he tread -- however sudden or subtle -- oliver's grown attached to. the frustration he garnered over oliver's possessiveness, the exasperation over the jealousy; these were all necessary things. it's only in that same way, that victor could love oliver too. neither of them could avoid the push and pull, the tragedy and marvel, the highs and lows, the obsession, the repulsion. the latter hardly exists, unless carried with an existing attraction anyway. victor's sentiment is sweet and romantic, if misguided, and oliver can only be flattered at the attempt. "i'm sure it says plenty about me. -- i punctured the wheel of his bike, did you know? not to hurt him -- to offer him help," he explains, not particularly defensive. there isn't a lot of shame in the drawl of his words (he could blame it on the liquor but he doubts it), but oliver hesitates only when he thinks about the voyeurism of it all. of annabel, of felix. he'd stayed there longer than he'd expected. stood, heartbroken and lustful and angry and fond. victor had received a similar reaction early on -- albeit his was direct, interrupted by notice. his tongue wets the bottom of his lip, hesitation showing in his slipping grin. "...i also looked a lot. i looked often. i looked even when it hurt." oliver turns to meet victor's stare, lids halfway lowered like he's in the midst of a blurry memory. "except you looked back."

#ourpretender #[ is there any surprise that vic lowkey believes in fate ] #[ also there's ollie's tag in my reply lol ] #V; Novice

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As he listens to the songful manner in which words and names spill across Peter's tongue and permeate the very air with their euphony, his mirroring smile gives way to the reverential intrigue which widens the already vast frames of his eyes. ❝—Oh, I see... That sounds wonderful.❞ He feels as if he is gaining a glimpse into the wondrous world in which the other exists, its vivid hues gradually seeping into his own, and he is eager to hear more; to see how Peter spends his days in Rome when he is not busy preparing for concerts.

When that opportunity materialises itself upon Peter's lips, he senses the blossoming of an endeared smile across the roseate curves of his own, and he reaches out to it with both hands. ❝—Yes, of course! I would love that. My father has a summer house in Tuscany, but I've never really had the opportunity to explore Rome; I would be honoured if you could show me around. And I would especially love to see one of your rehearsals sometime.❞ With their chanced promises cordially exacted, he poses the question which has been stirring his curiosity. ❝—So I take it you're more or less settled in Rome at the moment?❞

"Ah. Is that right?" His smile and ameanable demeanor never wavered, amidst the sudden hold on his eager mind. 'Don't', it whispered, tugging at the pressed end of his sleeve. Don't be too hasty. You've seen this pan out before. Just don't. Immediately upon Peter feeling himself reeling back, there shined a gem of hope. Victor was here upon the behest of his father. A fluttering breath caught somewhere in the crest of his lungs as a gentle light rekindled in the hearth of his cedar gaze. While a hint of hesitancy plagued the back of the musician's mind-- after all, a gentleman like Victor was never alone-- there was still a chance. There was hope. "Oh, I see. Carrying out your 'flag-bearer' duties, eh? I completely understand.-- Well, if your father were to ask, I would assure him that you have endorsed the Trevor name splendidly tonight. And as for your second reason for being here--" Peter mimed an imaginary zipper across the tender petal of his cheeky smile. "Mum's the word," he continued, chuckling as he lightly elbowed against the other's arm.

"Well, for the first month, maybe I was celebrating the end of my scholarly career, but I've jumped back into the thick of things. No rest for the wicked, I suppose," he shrugged. "For the past three months I've been traversing around Rome with my troupe. We've been hired to play for different events, some grander than the other. Just last week we had the honour of performing in The Chiesa De La Martorana." The sun-kissed taste of the Italian language rolled off his tongue with grace and ease as he recollected the unbridled and overwhelming sense of euphoria of being able to perform upon such a site. "Together with that I've also been taking some classes on art history and architecture, and exploring what ancient churches and runes Italy has to offer.-- I don't suppose you're interested in such subjects? I don't know how long you've been here, Victor, but if either art history or architecture piques your interests it would be my pleasure to tour you around."

#pxnandqxll #[ afjkglslhl literally the cutest of boys <3 ] #[ vic's enamored ] #[ watch him end up staying in rome indefinitely for peter ] #V; Novice

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He listens to the other's confession with sobering attentiveness. Perhaps he would have been mortified by it during their early days of friendship, yet his expression is now dipped in reflection as he considers the implication he is to garner from it all. ❝—And you thought he would only care if you somehow seemed...broken?❞ He carefully asks, though it seems to be just the case; he is well aware of Oliver's uncanny insight into others and their longings, his ability to understand what they crave most in the private, sometimes shameful corners of their thoughts. It isn't difficult, therefore, to draw a conclusion from Oliver's choice to deceive Felix with such lies in a fit of desperation. ❝—I suppose that says more about him than you.❞ Perhaps Felix had been just as guilty of wanting to be a saviour to Oliver's lost, grieving and fearful soul.

❝—You are interesting, Ollie; you don't need absurd stories to fluff up your character.❞ His fingers turn around to abstractedly toy with the other's, their lines growing entwined. He had heard Felix calling Oliver that; Ollie, and liked the sound of it, and presently utters it in order to test the inflection upon his own tongue.

he lifts a brow at this, an amused surprise set upon worn features. "did we?" he's half tempted to praise victor then, to cradle his face and rain affection down, to press against him a flurry of kisses, reward him for his knowing patience. it would feel condescending -- perhaps even devious -- if he were to deliver it without address however; if he kissed victor then, and said little else about the brief fire they shared. "...i used to. for a little while," oliver admits. the baseline story isn't new, but the extent of his obsession had always been reeled in, carefully curated for their relationship's sake (alongside his own pride). it's a point of trust, and one of risk then, when he continues, an absent thumb rising to skim victor's knuckles. "i played pretend a lot. i told him loads of stories -- fictional ones -- tales of my sad youth, my solitude, my drug-addled parents. my sisters were non-existent. my dad dies in the midst of our friendship. i was poor." unkind as it is, oliver can't help the bitten grin that works onto his expression then. "it was a lot. but it felt necessary then. -- i just... wanted him to like me, to be interested, to care."

#ourpretender #[ they're so perfectly weird for each other afjskgkelg ] #V; Novice

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❝—Well, I won't deny that you did look good together.❞ He had not been tempted to steal a kiss from Felix himself, as this was meant to be entirely about and for Oliver. Yet he had been the intoxicated spectator to the tender exchange, had reclaimed Oliver's mouth once more afterwards, and replaced Felix's taste with his own permanence. He wouldn't be willingly voicing such an admission if he hadn't grown certain that Felix could never offer Oliver what he truly needs. Felix had been far too indecisive, far too wrapped up in wrestling with his own reservations and inner turmoil to be able to devote himself wholly to Oliver, as Victor has.

❝—I couldn't tell you what I think of him, though. You know him better than I do.❞ He knows of Oliver's habit to make gods out of people; his struggle to step down from his own proverbial plinth had been a difficult, painful one for both of them. He suspects Felix had been one such impossible dream, until tonight.

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he'd expected the sky to fall. for the heavens to come crashing down, for volcanic ash to arrive cascading like incessant rain, for all the wondrous beauty he's learned to covet, peel apart, choked out by familiar old weeds. braced himself for impact, held his breath. expected the greed and hunger to swallow him whole. ...but it was just a kiss. it was a nice kiss, a fulfilling one that tasted like candy and cigarettes and the other bad habits oliver had learned in the early years -- but it had been mostly this: good. and once it was good, it was pleasant, and once it was pleasant, oliver knew he would survive it. felix's hands on his face, felix's aftershave, felix's notable tongue and missing eyebrow piercing. he'd taken note of the details, of course -- but the distance and subsequent filling of oliver's scabbing wounds, had changed them. victor's arm had been warm around him, the reassuring kisses bleeding with a history, with a generosity he'd never assumed would come from anyone. and unlike the wash of felix's foreign mouth -- victor's was a frequent visitor, a devotee, and an inhabitant in it's own right. oliver felt entirely changed and unchanged at the end of it, reeling from the exchange that should've moulded him anew. instead, he lies by victor's side again, buzzing again, grinning and fond again. "would it be strange if i did? -- speak about it, i mean." he's relishing in the attentive look on victor's face, savouring the focus he's privy to now that they're away from anonymous eyes. "would it be strange if i wanted you to?"

#ourpretender #[ i love how well they know each other at this point ] #V; Novice