drabble meme

[beachland]

Via neveryourmask and ravenna

Pick one of my characters. Pick one of yours. I shall write a snippet of their relationship. It can be established or hypothetical, just as long as I have some familiarity with the character!

Here is a list of prompts, some of which I am probably lacking the pop-cultural reference knowledge for. Choose '33%' at your own risk.

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vexinsky for april;

[beachland]

(on kissing)

It’s not that Kavinsky had fantasized it out of the ballpark, you know. Stared at his lips, framed in his car window profile, race after nocturnal car race. Kavinsky hadn’t stalked him for months around rural Henrietta, broken into his home, mocked his friends and taken gross liberties with the belongings and the bodily health of the ones he loved best. It’s not as if Vex had been his last greasefire beacon of hope in a dumb fucking adolescent despair, a prize that he had been desperate to have completely but incapable of laying but one perverse finger upon.

It’s not as if Kavinsky had done it for a year, which was longer, more times than he’d ever kissed anyone else. It’s not as if he’d built a little house of cards upon that shallow and flimsy foundation, or not even a house of cards; the shadow of the house, unspecific, without named geography or charted timeline. It’s not as if he’d pictured a number of dogs in the yard and a van big enough to hold all of them, carob cake, a grudging but optimistic effort to accommodating conflicting work schedules, morning sex on the weekends, arguments to fuel the fucking at night.

It’s not like Kavinsky counts down until the next night he can put his mouth on Vex’s mouth, or that he can’t picture a month without making him laugh. It’s not as if Vex is the only one who understands him, likes him for who he is, likes just enough of the same things and knows just enough different to teach him weird sex and sleazy mind games, like nobody else ever has before. It’s not as if they get along like a house on fire, bright as a terrestrial fucking star in the dark, wood smoke and endings, grief and gasoline, the elements they know best.

They aren’t like that. Not exactly.