❝ i lived my life, good and bad. definitely not light as a feather. ❞
AMERICAN GODS EP. 4 MEME // OPEN
Each word is heavy with meaning. As if within each syllable there is a story to be told. The community’s poster boy for good behavior and high morals was covered in a layer of dust no one had dared to brush their fingers upon. PERFECTION was an unnatural condition and yet, there stood Joseph, struggling against the constraints of what he WISHED to be. Threatening to rip through the well-fabricated costume of a HAPPY MAN. Robert wasn’t entirely sure why he’d open up to HIM of all people; he wasn’t a good person, he wasn’t a good advisor, HELL, Robert wasn’t GOOD. He was the exact opposite of everything Joseph had come to represent. And perhaps that was it. Admittance of ugliness to the ugly ought to be met with some form of EMPATHY. To Robert, however, the whole scenario felt a bit LAUGHABLE.
Dark brown eyes never pulled away from the other’s face, drinking in every inch of HONESTY he could find within Joseph’s expression. He had never seen him hurt. Usually he was just met with bright smiles and monotonous banter. One didn’t learn ANYTHING from happiness. Joy left no scars, peace didn’t get the BLOOD PUMPING. Give Robert a broken man any day; they know what it takes to survive. ❝ Who has? ❞ He asked before taking another sip of his whiskey. The glass was half empty now. Two rocks of ice clinked against each other. This was his fifth drink. ❝ You think all this holy bullshit would make you a better man, but it doesn’t, ❞ Robert raised his gaze to eye Joseph again. ❝ Just makes you sadder. ❞
He leans over slowly, giving Joseph enough time to move away from his touch. But he doesn’t. One calloused hand gently pressed against the minister’s thigh, sliding slightly upwards, carefully squeezing the flesh there. Dark eyes never pulled away from the man’s face. Not now that they were this close. Not now that he could practically smell the skin hiding beneath that RIDICULOUS polo of his. The background noise of people talking and televised commercials seems to disappear completely. No one else sees it; that moment of HONESTY. It’s a treasure that has been unveiled for Robert alone to see. And perhaps he would have given such an occasion the ATTENTION it deserved if he were SOBER. But he hasn’t been sober in YEARS and there’s a distant promise of a heartbeat beneath the palm of his hand. There’s a flash of teeth then; a smile that could only mean trouble.
❝ Might as well give BAD a shot. ❞
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