beast-glatisant:

some people I can only appreciate at a distance because no matter how many interests and values we share, there is some mysterious yet critical mismatch in our communication styles that makes friendship utterly impossible even when we both want it

volterran-wine:

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«I am cruel, Aro»

«No, Caius.»

For a split second an amused smile spread on Aro’s lips, looking up at him through unshed tears that had gathered in his eyes. The sight almost made Caius lose his grip on the man he held close in his arms, eyes widening as Aro’s fingers lifted to rest against his cheek — thumb gently tracing his scar. A numbing ache settled in his ribcage as Caius felt a sense of relief wash over him. They had not seen Aro’s real smiles for months, not since he had left. And finally in this brief and intimate moment he saw a glimpse of his brother in arms returning to them; to him. Caius’ thoughts must have been amusing, for soon enough quiet chuckles began filling the silence. His grip on Aro’s thighs tightened as his brother threw his head back in laughter, some of those tears finally trailing down his cheeks. Curse him and his gift for reducing Caius to this; in retaliation he rocked his hips — hard. The laughter abruptly ended, a choked moan escaping Aro instead before his attention was brought back to the man buried deeply inside of him. That well known smirk made its return, this time paired with a dangerous and heated look in his eyes.

«You’re not cruel in the slightest.»