he can’t be with someone who uses drugs. he used to be an addict… it’s been hard seeing him like this.

well, then he can’t be with him.

dueling. he’s burying his feelings with drugs. he needs to let it all out.

but he needs to find other ways to cope and not drugs.

but he’s no longer under the thumb of his father. he has the chance to do good.

rabastan lestrange is taking him under his wing and yet he still wants to get nigh.

absolutely not. if he wants to make it in this world and be with him then he has to grow up.

not drugs. he has to stay sober.

no.

he can’t do that.

like what? he will help him stay sober.

they won’t think he is being ungrateful.

so? they’re fine with them being together.

he sees how it is.

“let’s go to my place.” he said before he took them both back to his penthouse.

he used his wand to open up the window. “come on.”

he’s got him.

he really enjoyed himself @chemicalabuse.bsky.social.

can’t stop thinking about @chemicalabuse.bsky.social.

“yeah…” he nodded his head with a soft smirk, licking his lips.

“well, does now count?” he said with a shrug, grinning at him.

“oh, sorry about that.” he said as he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“about what i said? are you okay?” he asked with a chuckle, crossing his arms and leaning back.

“are you sure about that?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah, well, things can change. these older dudes think marriage solves everything.” he shook his head.

“maybe the marriage is too soon. you’re still young. focus on yourself.” he said as he placing a hand on his back. “get clean and such.” he said with a nod.

“never liked josette honestly. amazing how good leta turned out with her who her parents are.” he said, sitting down.

“i see.” he nodded as he closed the door behind them and walked to the living room with him. “stressing out about the wedding, too? i thought you sobered up?”

opening the door, he looked at him and frowned. “come in.” he stepped back so he could come inside.

good to know.

perfect. he just cleaned his place.

his place.

of course.

he’s been thinking about him as well.

“who?” he asked as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who he was referring to.

“i swing both ways so i don’t have any of that problem.” he said with a chuckle, eyeing him up and down.

“okay, but prove them wrong? reclaim what’s yours.” he said as he crossed his arms, leaning back.

“so, work. find a career. that’s what i did. now i’m an assessor.” he said with a grin, leaning closer to him. “drugs don’t solve anything.” he said as he shook his head.

“why is that so bad? being the heir sucks. it’s a burden.” he said with a sigh, rubbing the side of his face. “but i get it.” he nodded, putting his cigarette out.

“wanna talk about it?” he asked as he sat down, taking a long drag from the cigarette.

“you okay?” he asked, furrowing his brows. he had heard all the family drama of his family.

“yep. it’s on my birth certificate.” he said as he lit himself a cigarette and handed him one to light up.

“yeah? i tend to scare people.” he said, grinning at him. “you’re a parkinson, right?”

who that?

𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 #𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌.

he has arrived.