#lovefailed

[lindagakash]

Mood song : Zeal & Ardor - Götterdämmerung

[thecockysniper]

Starter for @lovefail

Right by the Thames, warm and inviting light spills out of the windows and open door of Trafalgar Tavern. The patrons' merry banter and laughter filling the place with a pleasant atmosphere.

Seb and his mates sit by a window that looks out onto the river. They've been joking and messing about, drinking their pints, when his eye catches that of a handsome stranger sitting at the bar. Downing the last of his drink for courage, he walks over to the bar placing himself next to him.

He eyes him from the side for a moment, getting a closer glimpse of his striking features. He reminds him of a Greek statue he'd once seen, a chiseled face with blue eyes framed by golden locks. "I don't think I've ever seen you round here?"

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@lovefail / continued.

His breath escapes him in strained huffs, cheeks painted in hues of red ( an indication for both the straining exercise taking a toll on his body and the embarrassment he feels to be panting already ) and he grins when he speaks, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his arm. But the reply he receives in turn has Valentin frown, concern evident in amber eyes. " Ah, no, I meant it is ridiculous how much of an effect this training has on me. Perhaps I've grown too comfortable in my role as a teacher. " His expression softens, his smile returning in attempts to comfort. " You're not ridiculous, Maurice. It's most impressive what you can do. "

[audaciiaearchive]

@lovefail from x

Then why don't you?

Clive swallows hard, his face turning red. He has to admit that he may have let this go too far, but how can he deny himself? He always told himself that his attraction to men was purely aesthetic, nothing else, nothing more, but then he met Maurice...and it seems to him that that isn't entirely the case anymore.

He stares at Maurice for a long moment, the seconds crawling by as the silence hangs between them, heavy and tangible. He glances over Maurice's shoulder, listens for a moment to make sure no one's going to barge in, and it seems he's made up his mind. Hands come up to cup Maurice's face, thumbs brushing along his cheeks...and he kisses him. It's soft and only lasts a few moments, and when he pulls away, his hands are trembling.

"I hope that was alright," is what he finally says, dropping his hands into his lap. "You can tell me if it wasn't."

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

through your window [ because maurice loves climbing windows, for some reason ]

send through your window for my muse’s reaction to your muse climbing through their bedroom window: ACCEPTING

II @lovefail

The second the young gardener flopped into bed that evening he immediately found himself sinking deeper and deeper into sleep that would have made the dead blush.... Or... At least he would have if it wasn’t for-- Some hours later the Scotsman found himself startled awake by the sound of creaking. It was coming from his window. At first Richard thought it was nothing more than the trees’ barren boughs nuzzling against his house’s walls, however, the more intently he listened the more he realized that the creaking sounded... Different. Weighted. Were those grunts he heard along with it? Shite. Somebody was trying to break in.

Wasting no time, Richard grabbed a wooden bat from inside his closet before stationing himself by the window. “Oi! I have no money! I’m just a gardener! So, either ye’ piss off or yer’ gonna get it! I mean it! Don’t take another step or I’m gonna--” A figure with blonde hair, as golden as sunspots, tumbled in through Richard’s window before clumsily collapsing onto the ground. The young gardener knew immediately who it was. There was only one person he knew who would attempt such theatrics. “Sir!” he gasped, throwing the bat away before bending down beside him to check for any visible bruises or scrapes. “Wha’ are ye’ doin’ here!? Y’know, I have a door, righ’?” snorted the Scotsman realizing how unbelievably foolish the blonde could be at times. Oddly enough, that made him adore Maurice even more.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @vxctorx // @lovefail

jude law in wilde (1997) dir. brian gilbert

[amazonbooksauthor]

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[pxnandqxll]

❝ there is no one like you. ❞ [ for Alec! ]

song of achilles rp starters: ACCEPTING

II @lovefail

A curtain of darkened curls fell over his cedar gaze, framing a furrowed picture of concentration. Strong hands continued to busy themselves with re-planting the rehabilitated seedlings into the freshly dug earth. Alec may have been a games keeper by trade, but his vehement love of the wood and all things that grow spurred him to learn a tip or two about tending to the green. It wasn't until the gentleman's words that Alec's focus was stunted by a good natured scoff. "Now I know you're really pullin' my leg, you are," turning his head a moment to glance over his shoulder, dimpling towards the familiar figure of his love. His smile was playful yet unconvinced. "There's plen'y lo'ike me. Under different names 'course, but believe me, Maurice, I'm just a run-o-the-mill. I may know my salt more than some others, but doesn't do much to set me 'part at the end of the day, 'suppose. " he tut, shrugging his broad shoulders before turning back to such rural deeds. "Now, want me to show you 'ow to pro'erly pack the soil back in with the fertilizer?"

[lindagakash]

Mood song: Zeal & Ardor - Run

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

@vxctorx II @lovefail

E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[thecockysniper]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED ? 

cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

tagged by: @lovefail

tagging: anyone who hasn't done it!

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED ? 

cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

tagged by: @lovefail, thank you (: tagging: you!

[ronmanmob]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED ? 

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by: @lovefail tagging: anyone who wants to play

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @lovefail

Herman Melville, Moby Dick (1851)

Walt Whitman, "When I Heard at the Close of the Day" (1867)

Edward Prime-Stevenson, Imre: A Memorandum (1906)

Bram Stoker, Personal Reminiscences of Henry Irving (1906)

E.M. Forster, Maurice (1913)

Romantic Friendship and the Birth of Gay Identity

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

sender kisses receiver's forehead. [ for sick Richard <3 ]

VARYING KISSES PROMPT + Things for Rickard (SICK EDITION): ACCEPTING

II @lovefail

“Och, sir, ye’ shouldn’t. Wha’ if ye’ end up catchin’ my flu? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if tha’ happened,” sniffled the gardener, a weakened but grateful smile curled upon his frail features. While he shouldn’t encourage Maurice to continue offering him wee pecks and kisses here and there, the Scotsman had to admit it was like medicine for the soul. “Honestly, sir, there’s no need to keep dotin’ on me like this. I’m fine.” He wasn’t. “I still have a lot of energy in me.” He didn’t. “In fact, I think I’ll be fine enough to prune the bushes like I promised.” He wouldn’t.

[v-e-n-n-i-l-a]

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