It's so over for twitter, so over
the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself
He does feel the scrapes and soreness of his palms under the gloves the night after that, picking apart and putting back together a receiver in the dim light of a portable lamp beside his base bunk. Lance watches him over his book, Merlin can feel it, but he can't help the hurt tremor no matter how hard he grips the plastic. His thumb slides off the handle of the screwdriver awkwardly and something inside the box cracks on the impact, loudly, making Arthur throw his head up from the paperwork and glare at him. Then, the gaze softens on the edges. Then, Arthur meets his eyes with a lost look and furrowed brows like he's witnessing something he isn't sure how to register and process. Merlin hears a shaky, choked inhale hit his throat even before he himself can register or process it.
He bites down on the screwdriver, looking away and cracking the device back open with his fingers.
The tears keep falling and he keeps feeling them crawl across his face and bury their way into his skin.
Hurting myself at this point
Life will be full of heartbreaks but not a single one of them will hit as hard as the boy who buys you a popsicle on a train station in 2005
Ghoap
Said this on Twitter too but I'm really running out of captions