When love became an act of defiance

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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]

Abel's actions and his words seemed to always work against each other. He doesn't push the other away at all. Instead, he entwines his fingers with Jonathan's own. He was probably giving the other nothing but mixed messages, but his situation was complex like that.

"I technically had all the freedom in the world. My father didn't care for me at all growing up. I was usually left to my own devices." His father hadn't cared about him, since he had an older brother. His father had only cared for who he had thought would be his heir and carry the family name and legacy. "I went to a fairly prestigious boarding school for a short while."

It was so long ago that he isn't sure he quite remembers a time where he had that kind of freedom. When his mind wasn't crushed under the weight of all the thoughts of everyone else. He doesn't really remember what it's like to have peace and quiet. "Things changed when my abilities manifested. I suddenly had worth," Abel spits out.

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Since his employment, Jonathan has learned to not take everything that Abel says or does at face value, especially under circumstances like these. As the other entwines his fingers with his, he makes sure to keep the hold light and gentle, what with Abel's bandaged hands and all.

The longer he listens to Abel's recount, the more it really pieces together just how long the other has been trapped in his gilded cage. Abel went from not even being on his father's radar to suddenly being important enough to keep close, protected and leashed. But he wouldn't place any of this under love, more under personal gain and nothing more.

He stares at the silver cuff on Abel's wrist in the dark, "Had they never manifested... you would be living a completely different life, I imagine." They never would have met. Or rather, they might've, just under completely different circumstances but their relationship wouldn't be like this, he thinks.

Jonathan hadn't been at Abel's side all his life, nor had he been in his charge for years, only months. Even then, he found it a bit difficult to imagine not to working with him or not having him around at all. What will he do once his contract was up? Ask for an extension? Would that be too suspicious from his father's perspective?

.... Guess he really was a more attached to the other than he originally thought.

He presses a kiss to the back of Abel's hand before he moves to finally lay back down, keeping the other's hand close to his chest.

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"Had I not been naturally extraordinary, I would have been free to pursue whatever I pleased. As long as it didn't tarnish my family name, it wouldn't have mattered what I decided I wanted to do. Hell, he probably wouldn't care if I did nothing with myself," Abel replies. As long as he didn't cause any scandal, it would have probably been an ideal livelihood in luxury.

"Fame and fortune hardly as grand as people think it is." He thinks he would have been happy to live a painfully average life. At least he might be happy if he had.

Not that he can really imagine what that would be like either. His experiences are limited, and all he had was stories that he had read in books or the lives of other elites that he interacted with so regularly. He wasn't sure what being average was really like.

"I guess we should probably sleep." Perhaps he no longer wants to talk about how dreadfully depressing his life was. A change in subject or more like the dropping of it completely.

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What a life that would be, he thought. If he could free the other from this place, he could still live a fairly average life. It would take work to get to that point and a fair amount of learning and maybe its a little silly for Jonathan to cling to such an uncertain hope for a better future but Abel deserves the chance at something far better than this.

"I can certainly believe that." There's an almost playful tone to his voice, thinking back to when Abel questioned the authenticity of his want for being friends without the need for something else in return. Fame and fortune were definitely things he could live without.

Jonathan was happy to drop the subject at the mention of sleep, knowing full well that Abel needed the rest more than anyone. "We probably should. Its been a long enough day as is." He can definitely see sleeping in as a possibility in the morning since he can't imagine either of them jumping at the chance to wake up at a decent time, especially after today.

"I'll wake you again if you have another nightmare." He says as he gives Abel's hand a reassuring squeeze. Its not like he can really ignore the other now that they were close; he may sleep like the dead but he'll snap out of it just a quickly as before.

Jonathan doesn't drift off to sleep right away but rather, stares up at the ceiling, keeping his thoughts to a minimum before eventually his eyes get heavy and allows himself to sleep.