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[23 Dec 2012|03:53pm] |
Scorpius thought he'd done pretty well, all things considered. He'd kept it together until Albus left to go tell Kit how much he loved him, and then he'd fallen apart and been a mess for a while, lying around in the pile of blankets that served as Albus's bed, feeling sorry for himself. Then he'd gone and bought a pint of ice cream, eaten in, felt horrible, and now he was standing outside of Xavier's flat, really hoping that Cepheus was there.
He scrubbed at his face for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, and then knocked on the door. Cepheus would make him put this in perspective, somehow. He'd make it all make a lot more sense.
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[23 Dec 2012|07:53pm] |
Albus was so upset about everything that happened. He didn't know if he was upset about actually sleeping with Scorpius or upset that he'd liked it so much. That it had felt so natural and wonderful and beautiful. As he rode the train, he had a lot of time to think about it. To think about Scorpius and how he'd felt about him when they were younger. How much he'd wanted him.
But, he'd spent two years with Kit. And Scorpius had never said anything about feelings things for him before. Had he always felt this way? But, kit was so perfect for him. They had the same goals. The same drives. They had planned their future out together. They were going to live in a log cabin and have a child together through a surrogate of their choosing. They were going to be famous and love each other.
And then he'd think of Scorpius. His best friend. Someone he'd already spent all of his life with. One of the only people who had ever made him feel comfortable, before Kit had come into the picture, at least. He closed his eyes and stepped off the train.
The bus ride felt even longer and he was worrying his lip so much he thought it may bleed. And sometimes his eyes would start to water when he thought about what he'd say to Kit. Still not sure of what he even wanted to do. And he wasn't sure how Kit would respond. He stood outside of the door for what seemed like forever before he was able to knock on the door.
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