Would it have changed anything if you knew, if I knew, if I'd told you the truth? Would it have changed the way your lips felt against mine?
Outer Banks / 2022
Rafe Cameron x Male!Oc
Burszt
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It was the summer I fucked up the summer fucked up me fucked up a fuck-up in the summer & I spent time laying under the stars too much time I wasted the stars you lied to me under the stars & the summer was endless the summer endless it was an endless summer . . . . . . endless & I said things like "if I ever see you again" but I'll never see you again I never saw you again I made sure if that & I circled the lake the lake was endless it was summer I fucked up too much time & I never saw you again & I . . . . . . circled & it was endless & the stars lied to me the summer light moving so slowly I saw the summer light move endless & when I see you the trees will cluster green rage green trees raging with love endless love & I'll never see you again I made sure of that / Unknown
Cigarettes & Champagne / Where Every Young Lover Is Cursed 2021 / 2022
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—tell me a secret. —what kind of secret? —any kind.
There's empty red solo cups in hands begging to be refilled with some college concoction they'd dreamt up that night. They don't stay empty for long. The windows and doors are flung wide-open, the gentle breeze, lacking the familiar sea-salt, doing nothing against the heat inside.
—i don't have any secrets. —that's a lie. everyone has secrets.
And you, a half-gone cigarette hanging out your tainted lips. White shirt, buttons a mess, crinkled or crumpled by her hands only the god you both prayed to that night would know. Her lipstick stain and dark bruises greedily claim you as hers. You are a god carved out of discarded marble by their tears. They erode the stone into sharp jagged edges disguised as smooth curves. You are cut, you bleed, you will survive.
—alright, here's a secret: i'm afraid. —of what?
Rafe Cameron was a tainted god ruined by his father's hands. Mitchell Augustus Rapp is a (fallen?) angel still scrubbing his hands raw to remove his father's touch and all the past sins, watching as it's washed away, a red sort of colour. He is surprised. Surprised that a colour so bright existed within him.
