happiness, sadness, and unpunctuated thoughts
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He could see the attraction while far back in the line. It wasn’t called a tower for nothing, after all. The screams of the people currently riding almost sound like a taunt, and he felt his feet rooted to the spot.
“Oh shit, are you scared after all?” Ivan knows it was a dig.
But he saw the concerned look on Till's face, and his mind flashed to earlier: Bari deliberately going up and closing on Till’s space—a little too closely, a smile on his face. Ivan didn’t like that smile.
But as his grip tightened more around Till’s waist, he supposed he wasn’t any better.
“No,” he answered, resting his chin atop Till’s head.
…Or Ivan succumbs to peer pressure because of a certain someone and rides the drop tower. Problem? He’s afraid of heights.
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Till looked over the gentle slopes, noting the weathered rocks and scattered patches of hardened lava. He let Ivan’s words sink in, his eyes tracing the way the sunlight glinted off mineral streaks across the crater with newfound interest. Something about it reminded Till of Ivan—quiet and unassuming, but Till knew there was more beneath the surface.
He glanced at the raven at his side—only to find his obsidian eyes already on him.
Always at him, he realized.
...Or Till reconsiders Ivan, thread by thread.
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Till is always asleep. Ivan doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.
It's something he never thinks much about.
But Till had a habit of falling asleep, and Ivan? Well, Ivan had always been falling for Till.
A concept of symbiosis—mutualism. Although it's probably unfair to call it that when all Ivan does is take and take, and Till lets him exist.
Because Ivan's world has always begun with Till.(Because life is static and mundane but Till was all the motions setting Ivan's world ablaze)
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Friends. That was a funny way to describe his relationship with Ivan.
He supposed they weren't strangers, but "friends" felt... short. Till was certain friends didn't treat each other like that, let alone crash in the same bed often. Did friends leave marks on each other's skin? Even as kids, their "friendship" had been a cycle of scraped knees and bruised knuckles from wrestling on the pavement.
He startled as he stared at the sleeping Ivan.
His eyes were open. Of course they were.
Till's hand hovered before retreating.
He wondered if friends woke up next to each other the way they did, after a night of trading insults and huddling under the same blanket.
Till averted his gaze.(Because things around Till were constantly changing but Ivan remains the same... at least until recently)
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