- - - I WANT TO BE YOUR MAN

[LORREN CYRILLE LERIELÉVE]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#FEF9FB; -moz-border-radius: 400px 0px 400px 0px; border-radius:400px 0px 400px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #C7B5EC 15px solid; border-left: #C7B5EC 15px solid;] please say to me i want to hold your hand   It wasn’t often that Lorren dreamt, or at the very least often that he dreamt vividly enough to remember it that following morning. The dream was disorienting, a violent swirl of colors and sounds and images that he was unable to make sense of. Aggressive flashes of greens and reds flew before his closed lids until finally washing away to reveal a filled auditorium of scrutinizing faces. He was nervous and his palms sweaty as he tried to grip the cello and its bow, both of which kept slipping and being fumbled to the ground. Scrambling to pick them up he finally managed to sit in his chair with them firmly in both hands, only to realize that he had somehow lost his clothing when he had stood up. In reality this wouldn’t matter to him. He was confident in his body and confident in himself. Lorren didn’t worry about people seeing him naked because he had nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. But for some reason he felt incredibly exposed and humiliated, watching the scrutinizing eyes either narrow in anger or widen in shock at him. There seemed to be nothing wrong with his body, but he was bombarded with tidal waves of green and red once again. Assaulting waves of colors that were giving him a headache. Lorren’s lips pursed and frowned in his sleep, arms shifting a bit so they were brought closer to his chest. He scarcely became aware of the arm around him and scooted back a bit to be closer to the body. Whose body? Thaddeus’s tattoo covered body. Lorren was awake now but his eyes remained closed, simply taking the time to enjoy the closeness of another man. Hawke’s arm around his middle and feeling breath on his back and neck and in his tangled hair. It was a nice change from their usual routine of having sex in some dingy disgusting place and parting ways. College bathroom, the stairs on a party, Hawke’s place which was far from Lorren’s standards. At least in the privacy of his own home he could lounge around naked for the rest of the day if he so pleased and didn’t have to worry about being in public if he was feeling a little sore. Besides, his bed was bigger and comfier and had Egyptian cotton sheets. Lorren wouldn’t be surprised of Hawke knew his way around the condo as well as the people who came and cleaned it for him. His eyes finally opened but only halfway, not enjoying the greeting the colors of the outside world gave. A little tired groan escaped him and he pondered whether he should roll over and try for some snuggles or just sit up and start making himself something to eat. “Are you awake?”

[/color] he asked in a soft and gentle voice, soft enough that it hopefully wouldn’t wake him if he was still sleeping. His accent was heavier than usual, his grogginess making it difficult for him to remember to speak English. His head turned a bit to look behind him but he otherwise remained where he was, wrapped in his blankets with one of his hands on the one that was wrapped around his middle.

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words: idk

tag: boo/hawke

wearing: in blue

notes: short cause i didn't know what to do with hawke

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