and you gaze unafraid

t a g s: #lovemythcreation

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hostage

danrell x småland

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thankfully, this productivity streak has last over two weeks instead of two hours like i thought it would. basically, this means multiple posts a week! or maybe even, multiple posts a day. yeah no, i don’t think i’ll go that far. i don’t trust myself to keep up with that promise.

anyway, here we have part five of the #myom challenge. i posted on part four a few hours ago because i’m really trying to catch up. basically, i really wanna do part six, but it’s literally impossible for me to do these out of order. and i mean, i needed to catch up anyway, so the motivation was nice.

as this is part five of this series, and especially for context, i would recommend reading part three of this series before reading this one.

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temere didn’t think of himself as a glutton, but he was lazy. he liked to think that he wasn’t lazy, but his father was sure to let him know the truth. no, actually, his father was wrong. he wasn’t lazy!

he breathed sharply out of his nose. here he was, yet again, at the house of the patterned sky. he know well how the house worked. it was alluring, meant to draw you in and convince you that you shouldn’t leave. temere knew this, knew the intricacies of the building, and yet here he was again. he couldn’t help himself! sometimes, he just needed to relax and get his mind off of things like his father, keeping his mind in one place, and his sister.

did he have a sister?

”are you alright, love?” a voice cut through his thoughts.

temere rolled over in the bed to face his companion. he wasn’t sure if he was right about this, but he had a theory that the house was intuitive. in trying to make you stay, the house did everything in its power to persuade you, to make you comfortable, to give you what you think you need. that’s why idol was always there when temere wandered in.

idol always welcomed him when he walked in the door. sweet, warm, and always exactly what he needed. idol was perfect.

temere moved closer to the man, tucking his head underneath idol’s chin. he lightly traced the other’s shoulders, whispering in his ears.

”think-thinking about my f-father,” he said in a small voice.

idol moved away from temere, using his finger to force him to look into his eyes.

”your father does not come here. he never has and i think he never will. you’re safe here.”

temere flopped onto his back. he covered his eyes with the back of his hand and groaned.

”am i la-lazy?” he asked, voice still soft.

idol chuckled. “of course not. you’re different than your father, it’s not your fault that you didn’t turn out to be what he wanted.”

idol then moved to slot himself next to temere, his hands running over his chest.

”you’re exactly what i want, though.”

temere groaned again, warranting a laugh from idol. he uncovered his hands and glanced at idol. he was perfect.

”may i st-stay for a w-while?

”of course you can, love.”

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lavender wafted throughout room. it was early, the soft sunlight breaking through the window. temere felt someone move closer to him, their arm wrapped around his waist. he was confused for a split second. he wondered where he was or who he was in bed with. then, it came to him.

”idol?” his said, voice thick with sleep.

the man behind him made a small sound, then buried his face in temere’s neck.

a small smile graced temere’s face. he wouldn’t say he felt happy, no, he hadn’t felt happy in a long time. but he would say he felt content, relaxed. in this moment, early in the morning, with idol asleep behind him, he would say everything was perfect.

something that temere hadn’t noticed yet, was a nagging feeling at the base of his spine. a feeling that some might call a conscience was screaming at him to run away. the feeling was telling him that he needed to leave, that it had been too long.

you have a son! your father is worried about you! this is not satisfaction, this is appeasement! you do not want this! you do not want this! you do not want this!