How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."
—Bram Stoker

Lee Taemin, born the 18th of July.
AU   R/S    S/O
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unholy

leextaemin:

“I’m not one to break promises on purpose, so go for it.” He commented after with the softest voice, returning the small smile to the other male. Although he wasn’t as alert and awake as he usually was he did notice how Francesco seemed to avoid the age questions. Taemin wasn’t sure if he was looking into it too much but it did seem a little suspicious to him. Then again, he was always known for thinking too much over the smallest things. “Oh, you think so? Thank you. I moved in about two months ago and it’s been lovely.” He says, a bigger smile on his lips as he presses the button on the elevator. It doesn’t take long for the doors to ding open considering everyone was probably sleeping by now, so he steps inside when it does and gestures for Francesco to follow. “I live on a high floor that way I can see over the city and the sky. It’s beautiful.” He presses the 15th button and waits for the doors to close before he gazes over at the other male.

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Although he claimed to be a man not to break promises, Francesco took his word with a pinch of salt. It was something he had learned with time that he needed to do. Once he had been naïve and foolish—but no more. That had been roughly sandpapered off of him, as one person after another had taken their turn to show him the bitter reality of the world. Still, they were kind words, and he somehow did not doubt that in the very moment, Taemin might have even meant it. “Two months… let’s see if two months has been the time spent to make your apartment a mess, or if it still looks decent”, he said in lofty, lightly teasing tones, knowing that people’s levels of messiness could most certainly be dramatic, in some cases. He knew at some points in his life, he had been one of them, favouring other things for pass-time rather than tidying up a mess. Stepping into the elevator with the young man, he clasped his hands lightly behind himself, watching Taemin as he pressed the button, coaxing the elevator into movement. “I take it you are not afraid of heights, at least”, he said, with a measure of amusement.

  1. thecrooksofhell reblogged this from renetae and added:
    She scrunches her nose at the question, fixing the rim of her hat. “Oh how they grow up so fast,” she mused, eyes...
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