( there are times — moments, really, and fleeting ones at that — in which mathias feels completely out of his element in this new life of his, like someone's put cold hands on his shoulders, the weight of them almost too heavy to bear as they seem to whisper you do not belong here.
lately, though, mat has simply shrugged the feeling off. though he's certain that there are answers about himself out there, about where he came from, about his magical powers that seem to manifest when he least expects it ... why should he pursue them when he's so content with this life that he has found for himself with milo? he occasionally struggles with simple tasks that should apparently be obvious to most people his age, but over the past few months, mat has really tried his best to live as any normal person would, going to work for a few hours per week, catching up on television shows and movies he's certain he's never seen in his life, slipping beneath the covers at night and curling up beside his boyfriend who has made each dark, confusing moment vanish beneath the sunshine of his wide, bright smile.
said grin ushers mat forward as they approach the frozen section of the grocery store, and frankly, there's a giddy little burst of adrenaline that makes its way through his limbs, and before he knows it, he's very carefully stepping from door to door as he considers each brand of ice cream, hips shimmying a little as he drifts to the next — and mat maybe finally pauses in front of one, palms pressing against the window as he reads over the flavor names, the descriptions ...
and maybe there are frozen fractals spreading from his palms over the surface of the glass, and mat's oblivious, smiling so widely that his cheeks will probably hurt later. )
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Date: 2020-02-24 12:40 am (UTC)lately, though, mat has simply shrugged the feeling off. though he's certain that there are answers about himself out there, about where he came from, about his magical powers that seem to manifest when he least expects it ... why should he pursue them when he's so content with this life that he has found for himself with milo? he occasionally struggles with simple tasks that should apparently be obvious to most people his age, but over the past few months, mat has really tried his best to live as any normal person would, going to work for a few hours per week, catching up on television shows and movies he's certain he's never seen in his life, slipping beneath the covers at night and curling up beside his boyfriend who has made each dark, confusing moment vanish beneath the sunshine of his wide, bright smile.
said grin ushers mat forward as they approach the frozen section of the grocery store, and frankly, there's a giddy little burst of adrenaline that makes its way through his limbs, and before he knows it, he's very carefully stepping from door to door as he considers each brand of ice cream, hips shimmying a little as he drifts to the next — and mat maybe finally pauses in front of one, palms pressing against the window as he reads over the flavor names, the descriptions ...
and maybe there are frozen fractals spreading from his palms over the surface of the glass, and mat's oblivious, smiling so widely that his cheeks will probably hurt later. )