lost // zavir + landon

zavirtmi:

Zavir could tell Landon was crying, which is not what he wanted. His stress level dropped significantly when Landon ran his thumb over Zavir’s forehead and jaw, shutting his eyes to block out the pain still residing. “We can – can go,” Zavir responded, trying to push himself up. He managed to stand, his vision blurring as he looked around, trying to grab a hold of Landon.”

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Landon carefully hooked his arm around Zavir’s hips, steadying him as they stood up together.  He could tell the other boy was still pretty weak, so he tried his best to help Zav keep steady.  “Okay, slow and steady.”  He says, with a small chuckle as they start to make their way back to Landon’s car.  The boy turns his head to look at Zavir, raising an eyebrow up at him as he starts to speak again.  “So, uh, what brought you out here so late?”  Landon asked, a little concerned.

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lost // zavir + landon

zavirtmi:

Zavir wasn’t sure what time it was, nor where he was and in an effort to help himself, in his tipsy state a few miles from his shitty flat, he sent Landon a text. [dnt know where i am? wil u come get me] with his shaky fingers. He can’t remember the last time he’d gotten drunk or why he had this time. Begrudgingly, Zavir sat down on a curb as cars quickly passed by in the night of the busy city of Orlando. A few people made disgusted looks at him, his anger slowly rising. He swished a beer bottle around in his hand, tapping his finger along the top as he hummed a song, waiting for a text back from Landon, if he even replied.
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Landon had been curled up on his couch, watching Treasure Planet on his own, not bothering to try and be social on his first day back.  He had been relaxing in one of his more comfortable outfits, not really worrying about dressing up to just move in on his own.  He heard his phone buzz on the coffee table, so he leaned forward and grabbed it.  He saw a text message form Zavir, which caused him to quickly unlock his phone and scan over the text.  He sighed, feeling a wave of concern flood over him.  He quickly typed back a response, as he stood up and grabbed his keys off his kitchen counter as he headed out of his apartment.  [Of course, Zav.  Can you tell me what’s around you?  That’ll help me find you.]  Pressing send, he pushed his phone into his pocket, making his way towards his car.

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