i'm a nightmare dressed as a daydream [ private, reminisce

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 290px; line-height: 95%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt;overflow: auto; width: 300px;] that sweet smell. with his face buried in norway's chest, his arms snaked around his brother's torso, shifting in his lap. he realized the smell wasn't coming from his partner, but from himself. he'd know that smell anywhere; the aroma of lust. it was sad to say he was hiding something so important from his lover, not only being the personification of a country but one of the seven sins. iceland still was unsure of why he was so afraid of telling him, there being that slight chance of rejection. the though alone made him panic. losing lukas was out of the question, he'd just have to keep it as his own little secret.


    from the very start he was doomed to being one of the sins, a filthy dog who couldn't keep it in his pants. but making the slightest attempt at trying would result in a crabby attitude until he got what he wanted. after a certain incident, he knew not to try going for too long, the d*mned curse always getting the best of him. if it weren't for norway, he'd probably have slept with at least half of the town by now.


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    [font=arial]nothing made lukas happier than having his icelandic lover's arms wrapped around him. his breath was slow and warm and his violet eyes were shut, enjoying the atmosphere of the bedroom he and emil shared, as they lived together. he ran his cold fingers through the other's soft silver hair and a short grin crept onto his face. he looked like he was half asleep already.. ''so adorable,'' the norwegian thought, continuing to gently stroke his boyfriend's locks. he'd had a rough day doing all his important office work he said he had, so lukas figured he deserved a break. and hey, he wasn't complaining. falling asleep with the one you love the most is definitely no chore. but alas, it was probably about time to get up, unfortunately. the two had been in the same spot for quite awhile now.


    "hey, emil, are you awake?" he spoke softly, resting his hand on the other's shoulder.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 290px; line-height: 95%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt;overflow: auto; width: 300px;] emil grumbled in annoyance, forcing his eyes open and looking up at lukas with a tired expression. "i wouldn't be if you hadn't said anything." he commented, followed by a yawn as he shrugged off his hand. frankly, he didn't want to get up, nor did he want to lay here alone. instead of moving off his lap, he gave a pitiful pout, clinging to his lover's shirt. it wouldn't be easy to convince him, but why not give it a try? "please, stay here with me,"-he was hesitant to finish-"onii-chan?"


    so much for trying to be an adult. he was still avoiding the fact norway was his brother. but, on occasion, he would give in and say it. but saying it was still just as embarrassing.


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    [font=arial]lukas narrowed his eyes at the icelandic man. "you don't have to be so bitter." he muttered, letting out a little sigh. he resumed running his fingers through the other's locks. "we have to get up, c'mon." he spoke, seeing emil's signature pouty face. at this point, the blonde was basically immune to it. he chuckled at the other's verbal attempt at convincing him. "i don't speak japanese, sorry." a smug smile adorned his lips. his lover was always watching all the movies and tv shows kiku made; honestly, it was probably an addiction of his by now.


    "we gotta get up." he re-stated, noticing the other wasn't budging. "get off me, you silly thing!" he started laughing a little, attempting to push the silver-haired man off of himself.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;width: 400px;min-height: 100px][justify] "hmphf, fine fine." emil said in defeat, rolling off him and nearly off the bed itself, stretching as his feet hit the floor. suddenly aware of the cold, his arms wrapped around his torso. no wonder he didn't want to leave from under the covers. the icelander hesitantly stood up from his seat on the bed, approaching the bedroom door with his arms outstretched above his head. the floor-boards creaked beneath his feet, the sound causing one or two agitated eye-twitches from the male while he walked. d*mned floor.


    //blah, low muse everywhere.
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    [font=arial]lukas felt a little bad that he was forcing emil out of the comfortable position the two were in before, but one of his friends wanted to come for dinner and they hadn't made anything yet. "what's the name of your friend that wanted to come to dinner again?" he asked, pulling himself off of the bed and after the icelandic man. "my memory is going, i swear," he mumbled half to himself, laughing a little.


    [[ it's okay, i have low muse too. ]]

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    emil looked up at lukas with a cocked eyebrow, but soon caught on quickly, eyes going wide when he remembered. "oh! that's right, i invited [insert random name here]Rodney over." he reminded himself, suddenly upbeat instead of his previous mood. both of their memories were probably rotting away, how could anyone forget about something like that?


    /goes off to find some source of muse


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