.... Yes.

As soon as he gets in, he'll shower and get ready.

He'll meet Seb there, one hour.

𝙺𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚃. (ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏ)

What a lucky man he was. An hour later he appeared at the end of the alley, listening to music pumping in his ears upon entering the cramped, warehouse like space.

He was good natured as others approached, offering drinks and trying to pull him by the hand into the crowd. He indulged in a few dances - but ultimately was looking around for his fiancé.

Kostas beamed as the other appeared, already letting both arms slide around his body to pull him close. A few light pecks were pressed to the other's mouth. "Hello, love. I have been looking for you!"

“I get lost in you. But it’s the kind of lost that’s like being found.”

"Of course I trust you, why?" He smiled at the other, already stepping back to admire the man's outfit - so particularly Scabior.

He's a lucky man, indeed.

he hates this holiday. but bitches, he goes all out. flowers, decorations, gifts, dinner- all of it.

caught me-

h m.

This account is active - lol.

but death, oh gentle death, how he holds me like a lover; wraps his cloak over my weary and weathered shoulders, kisses my temple and whispers sweet & fondly: "i have waited a lifetime for you, dearest. come, i will not wait again."

"my god," he gasped. "you're fun to kiss."

- shit.

and depeche mode.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.