[ sleep. Vivian isn't sure he remembers how to sleep. but he manages regardless, eventually, knows when to do what he's told. but he's tumultuous and restless, burying his hot face against crisp, cool linen. ]
[ his alarm goes off at midnight, but he killed his internal bodyclock with his first PA job, so he just gets up and goes back to work. gets a call when Gan lands at the airport, another when he's on the block, and Vivian is waiting to open the door — like a butler. not anxious. not anxious at all. ]
[ Ganymede looks fragile, and sickly in the yellow car interior light, but Vivian still finds him unspeakably fucking beautiful. he hooks an arm under skinny knees, another 'round the waist, and drapes his master over his shoulder like some kind of swooning maiden, carrying him inside to the waiting bath. ]
[ it scares him, how light he feels. as weightless as an idea. ]
action!
[ his alarm goes off at midnight, but he killed his internal bodyclock with his first PA job, so he just gets up and goes back to work. gets a call when Gan lands at the airport, another when he's on the block, and Vivian is waiting to open the door — like a butler. not anxious. not anxious at all. ]
[ Ganymede looks fragile, and sickly in the yellow car interior light, but Vivian still finds him unspeakably fucking beautiful. he hooks an arm under skinny knees, another 'round the waist, and drapes his master over his shoulder like some kind of swooning maiden, carrying him inside to the waiting bath. ]
[ it scares him, how light he feels. as weightless as an idea. ]