Memo
He/him
28
August 26
Spikemuth, Galar Region
Homosexual
Ranger Captain
Elite Ranger
it gets lonely in this gangster's paradise
afternap [s][c]
POSTED ON Sept 25, 2022 17:28:57 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] “I know, you’ve told me,” he said, patient and understanding. If there was any tension in his body at Alex’s recounting of his past hospital experiences it wasn’t directed at the man in question, but rather, at those who had left him, isolated and alone. If Memo was face to face with them, right now or ever, he’d deck them all, and then give them a chewing out that would make his abuelita proud. “Baby.” It’s gentle, insistent, like a fishing hook, aiming to catch and draw Alex out from where he’s receding, the horrors he’s falling into. “You’re not going to be alone. I’m going to be there.” He presses gently along Alex’s collarbone like he’s a paper crane with seams that need strengthening. “That’s part of why I want you to do this, Alex. Because now that I have you I’m not ever, ever going to let you go. You’re going to get sixteen to seventeen years and then another and another and another.” He rolls himself up so they’re chest to chest, elbow planted in the bed by Alex’s right bicep, chin in his hands. “If you don’t do it for yourself, do it for me, please,” he murmurs, unwilling to feel ashamed of the gentle manipulation, bright eyes scanning Alex’s, aiming to burn out all the cobwebs and shadows there. [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]
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