pyropolar:

        _{mason is well aware of this feeling. seeing such a sadness in elwood is alarming, he wants to take it all away from him, to make him forget what it was like to feel sorrow. as impossible as that was, he would try his hardest. his hands cup elwood’s face to tilt it upwards, then runs his digits through the other’s curls.  ‘ no, no, it’s alright. there’s nothing wrong with you. i understand. is there anything i can do ? ‘}

         _{as his face is tilted upwards emerald eyes begin to frantically search mason’s features, as though he’s expecting to find his answer there and when he draws a blank, all he can do is shake his head. having him close, having him here, is anchoring him enough that he can at least think a little clearer – the ringing in his ears hasn’t stopped but he tugs mason down, voice shaky. ❛ – .. kiss me. ❜}