Prompt Post #8
Prompt Post 8
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The front door slams open halfway through the third row of sequins Kurt is sewing on, and he instantly knows something is wrong. Dave is making no effort to be quiet. But their entire lifestyle revolves about just that- secrecy, lowered voices, never doing anything to attract attention to themselves, anything that might make an outsider detect that something is...off in this marr-
Kurt cuts the thought off. It isn’t real if he doesn’t let it be.
He doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong today - but he can seldom predict Dave’s mood swings. One day, Kurt can stroke his cheek and earn a reprieve for the night for being ‘the sweetest little thing’ but the next day, he’ll lose all his meals for trying to take charge.
Kurt must never take charge. He is to love blindly - and only - Dave. His very existence is at Dave’s wish (fingers digging into his throat, locking themselves together). He is the ultimate success story from L’école des Femmes. The perfect w-
No. You’re not that.
Kurt would like to think Dave’s rapid changes of mood are partially rooted in guilt, but after nearly a year he knows better. Once upon a time, in a high school corridor, he looked at Dave and saw genuine sorrow. Seven months after that, he toasted him in a bar and believed there might be a happy ending somewhere within the boy. Dave chose a different path. So close to embracing reality, he swerved down this…Kurt can’t call it a path because that makes it seem as if it is a legitimate choice, as if somehow it could be right.
Dave should have come to fetch him by now. To press him against the wall and kiss what little life there is left inside him away, or even just to swear at him for some mistake he hasn’t been told about yet. But instead Kurt hears the slap of shoes against floorboards, back and forth across the apartment, doors opening and closing, and then the loudest crash yet - it sounds like something has fallen from a significant height. Not a smash though, so it’s something heavy. Kurt can’t think of anything that could cause this.
Slowly, the nervous anticipation of impending punishment is creeping into icy fear at what could be coming for both of them.
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