These were not dreams. No dream would haunt him so. Dreams were as sweet as summer wine and left the sleeper rested and calm of heart. No, these were not dreams. These were the terrors that plagued him at night. That which caused him to jolt upright at the hour of the wolf, soaked in sweat.
Sobs would wreck him, hands trembling as they covered his mouth to stifle such pathetic noises.
He cried, didn’t know how to stop crying, for he knew these horrors could never be real.
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Horatius get a grip challenge
This man is so desperately in love and he hates it SO much. He dreams of Ric more often than not, hates him for not loving him the way he wants to be loved. And yet at the same time Hor could never fully process or voice his own feelings resulting in.. him never saying anything. He thought perhaps Ric would someday realize Hor was all he’d ever need- as a friend and perhaps something more. But Rictus doesnt see, he never sees.
To Ric, Horatius is his fiercest companion, his right hand in battle, his most loyal friend. But nothing more.
So Hor dreams.
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Holy crap this took some effort, but these gay ass men r worth it. I never know if my little story bits are any good so feel free to pretend it’s not there ;3
I love saying I hate painting foliage and saying I’ll never do it again only to have a convenient brain wipe and do it all over again.
I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun with this regardless and I’m quite proud of it, it helps that these guys make me ill with love for them
Please enjoy!! ♥️♥️♥️🌱
elliott
2022-05-09 20:51:56 +0000 UTCelliott
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