Constantine "Taff" Rivers (pl_constantine) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-12-09 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !grabme, 1998 december, anthony goldstein, constantine rivers |
Who: Constantine Rivers And Anthony Goldstein [!Grabme]
What: God he just couldn't stop thinking
Where: The Alcove by the winking armour in a nice little secluded corridor.
When: Tuesday evening
Rating: Taff.
Incomplete || Closed (open to Sorin, cause he has a feeling I'm sure)
Constantine was walking down the stairs, trying not to run. His head was a mess, throbbing pain that was so persistent it'd almost become white noise to him now. And his thoughts. God he just couldn't stop thinking. And every thought was about his brother. About the mess they were in. About how Tristan just didn't seem to care.
How could Tristan love him so much that he didn't care it was wrong?
Taff reached the alcove, their alcove, the armour winking merrily at him as he walked in and sat down, his head in his hands. He needed to straighten himself out. This.. this was just sex. It was just sex wasn't it? He just...
He couldn't be in love with his brother. The world just didn't work that way.
So why couldn't he stop thinking about Tristan?