"Thank you for this."
Theo sat on a chair in his best friends' apartment, deep green eyes gazing at the two of them. He'd dropped in unexpectedly, and rather late at night. But the brunette needed somewhere to go, and this was the only place he could think of right now.
"I just couldn't bare staying at home with Richard any longer." He spoke softly, bowing his head so the other two wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. Right now, he couldn't bare to even speak about what had been happening. The bruises on his face and arms seemed to communicate it better than he ever could, though. Taking a shaky breath, he rose his head and looked back up.
"I can find somewhere else tomorrow..." He assured them, though he didn't quite now how. He hated intruding, and hoped the two women would be fine with him being here right now. Glancing at his hands, he flexed the fingers on his right hand. Bruised and swollen, he knew he'd not be able to draw for a while, at least until the injuries had healed. Some were months old, and he'd not sought help for them. He was scared to, scared of the questions and of Richard too, if he found out. 5 years he'd been dating this man, and he could face it no more.
No more pain, if he could help it. No suffering, nor fear.
"Look, it's 2am... You two get off to bed, I'm sure you've got better things to do then put up with me." He sounded so.. tired, so resigned to his fate, so... done. Just done with it all. His bright, kind voice had faded and he spoke with such sadness, it wasn't like the Theo they'd known for a long time.
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Right, so this won't be romance. The idea was to explore Theo coming to terms with the abuse, how his best friends (Both women) would react, and their own struggles with not being accepted due to their own sexuality. This is something Theo can support them with, whilst they support him with his troubles too.
I thought it'd be adorable if one of the women was Theo's twin, hence giving them a very close bond indeed. They rarely kept secrets from each other, and indeed told the other they liked their own gender before anyone else.
Theo sat on a chair in his best friends' apartment, deep green eyes gazing at the two of them. He'd dropped in unexpectedly, and rather late at night. But the brunette needed somewhere to go, and this was the only place he could think of right now.
"I just couldn't bare staying at home with Richard any longer." He spoke softly, bowing his head so the other two wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. Right now, he couldn't bare to even speak about what had been happening. The bruises on his face and arms seemed to communicate it better than he ever could, though. Taking a shaky breath, he rose his head and looked back up.
"I can find somewhere else tomorrow..." He assured them, though he didn't quite now how. He hated intruding, and hoped the two women would be fine with him being here right now. Glancing at his hands, he flexed the fingers on his right hand. Bruised and swollen, he knew he'd not be able to draw for a while, at least until the injuries had healed. Some were months old, and he'd not sought help for them. He was scared to, scared of the questions and of Richard too, if he found out. 5 years he'd been dating this man, and he could face it no more.
No more pain, if he could help it. No suffering, nor fear.
"Look, it's 2am... You two get off to bed, I'm sure you've got better things to do then put up with me." He sounded so.. tired, so resigned to his fate, so... done. Just done with it all. His bright, kind voice had faded and he spoke with such sadness, it wasn't like the Theo they'd known for a long time.
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Right, so this won't be romance. The idea was to explore Theo coming to terms with the abuse, how his best friends (Both women) would react, and their own struggles with not being accepted due to their own sexuality. This is something Theo can support them with, whilst they support him with his troubles too.
I thought it'd be adorable if one of the women was Theo's twin, hence giving them a very close bond indeed. They rarely kept secrets from each other, and indeed told the other they liked their own gender before anyone else.