18 Jul 2017
“Did you fall from heaven, because-” The voice above him breaks off in laughter, choking unattractively. “Okay, chico, I’m not gonna be a tool. You alright, man?”
Nico groans and rolls onto his back in response, glaring up at the voice’s owner. It’s a skinny boy with floppy, dull looking curls and sparkling eyes, impish features in a broad smirk as he squats down, poking at Nico’s shoulder for the second time. “Ayy, should I be calling for help?”
“I’m fine, shit,” Nico hisses as he drags himself to half-sitting, leaning on his elbows and wincing as his back cracks loudly.
“A great relief,” the boy says, straightening up and offering Nico his hand. “Wouldn’t want some kinda manslaughter shit on my record in addition to the softcore stuff.”
Nico blinks at him, then his hand.
“Don’t leave me hanging, bro,” the guy whines.
Nico raises an eyebrow but allows himself to be pulled upright.
13 May 2014
Leo is devastated but painfully unsurprised.
He laughs bitterly. He should have fucking figured. He'll always be alone, a third wheel. A fucking seven billionth wheel, even, because people without soulmates are crazy rare, like one-in-a-million you-probably-won't-ever-meet-one rare. He laughs again, louder, and the sound seeps into the emptiness of his room.