#made some minor changes because faustus doesn't have blue eyes* anymore

[veeples]

anTiquity thursday

beloved @masonscig tagged me to drag me to open up the dusty file of old TWC wips </3 this is an abandoned fic from when mason watches faustus sing for the first time

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All other thoughts fall away. They’re unimportant now. Distracting. The only thing he wants is to be drawn into the lilt of the music and the hum of Faustus’s singing, the effortless roll of Faustus’s shoulders. The yawn of his open mouth, the gleam of sweat on his brow. The easy, feline command of a cat sunning itself in the captivated awe of an audience.

All eyes on him. All ears towards him.

The lights play on the contours of his cheeks and the soft curls of his hair. He moves to the left, and everyone moves with him. To right, and they sway. Like magic, he moves.

So this is Faustus. What he should be, where he should be. Natural, powerful, deadly. A snake weaving through the flow of the music as if it were tall grass.

Stunning, he manages to think. Brightest star in the night sky.

Mason forgets to breathe.

“Flashin’ lights, flashin’ lights, you got me faded, faded, faded.”

Each punctuation of the words draws Faustus closer to the edge of the stage. His eyes (god, those eyes, dark and sweet as ichor) focused on him. His tongue darts out. Quick. 

Mason steps closer. His knees knock against the cold metal and send a jolt of pain. He doesn’t care, he needs to be closer.  -

not tagging anyone since this is has been passed around, but consider it an open invitation!