LUCIUS.

                 the expressions as they pass along laurence’s face make lucius want to laugh – nothing whole hearted, just a small chuckle that actually passes past his lips as the man bites his lower lip. he doesn’t mind the way the man’s gaze dodges his, shaking his head at the comments as they were made. now that was… well, partly true.

                 ❝ i happen to think you have the aesthetic. you just don’t know it. and it’s not a bad thing to have. i think your smile is adorable. ❞

                    thoughts  scatter  and  laurence  presses  his  tongue  to  the  point  of  one  canine  tooth.  that  laugh.  distracting.  his  eyes  dart  to  the  side  before  drifting  back  up  to  lucius’  face.  he’s  pretty,  laurence  realizes.  not  helping  the  concentration.  not  helping  at  all.  

❛  i–  what??  that’s  not–  how??  ❜  oh  dear,  there  goes  his  coherency.  ❛  it’s  not–  has  anyone  told  you  you’re  too  much??  not!!  in  a  bad  way!!  i  mean–  oh  god.  ❜  he  buries  his  face  in  his  hands.