When love became an act of defiance

[prohibitions]

I hear your heart beating in your chest
The world slows 'till there's nothing left
Skyscrapers look on like great, unblinking giants

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[prohibitions]

He watches as Kiwi waddles over to join Beau on their owner's hand. He idly thinks the hilarious irony that these birds have more freedom than he does.

Abel merely gets to his feet and heads back over to the door that adjoins their room. He pauses for a moment when he turns the doorknob and pushes the door open a tad. The Brit turns for a moment to look at the other.

"Friends are a luxury, Jonathan. You don't easily find it in a world of shallow socialites," he says. His gaze lingers for a moment longer before he turns away. "It's a luxury that I cannot afford." Eventually Jonathan will leave, but Abel will continue to be trapped in this life.

"Good night, Jonathan." He walks through the door and shuts it behind him; letting the other mule over his thoughts.

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Jonathan shifts in his spot as Abel moves to leave, having his body turned to face the other while he offers the birds one of the treats to occupy themselves for the moment.

He opens his mouth as if to reply to that but instead he's quiet. He's seen the world Abel is forced to interact in and the other might be right on that note. He honestly wouldn't be sure who to trust in a circle like that since he's sure most make friendships to only get ahead and won't hesitate to drop you at the slightest inconvenience.

"Good night, Abel." His voice is soft as he watches the other leave into their room.

Jonathan stares at the door, sadly, for a few long moments before he drags his attention to his birds. He flops back against the bed, an arm tucked behind his head as he places Beau and Kiwi on his chest, lightly scratching Beau's neck.

"Guess we'll be staying for the long haul then, ladies." He mutters to himself. Friends may be hard to make for the other but if he stays, maybe that would chance things. Only time would really tell though.