pyropolar:

      _{how quickly his stronghold crumbles is humbling. isolation was his aim, but it proves to be nearly impossible when elwood was involved. he was so beautiful it made mason’s heart ache, especially now with his messy hair and paint smeared cheeks. he can’t help but press a kiss to the other’s forehead, then his lips as his fingers brush against the color splashed skin of his jaw. the moment is fleeting, but he doesn’t move away, instead pressing their foreheads together as his eyes fall shut.  ‘ collecting … moments. ‘}

       _{every time mason kisses him it surprises him – he’s always convinced every time will be the last one, that mason will wake up and realise that this isn’t worth the hassle, so whenever it happens he makes the most of it. curling closer, elwood raises a hand to clench mason’s shirt, tugging him down a little before their lips part. as their foreheads rest together, he opens his eyes.  ❛ tattoos on my mind … ❜  it’s sung softly, shyly, before his eyes flutter shut once more, nudging his nose against the boy’s cheek. ❛ stay with me a little while? ❜}