jacked and tan

Poe junkie

The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.

Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate

You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?

Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate

Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction

The first time Gabriel suggested the rooftop Jack blushes up to his ears and can’t meet his eyes.

“But that’s out in the open!" 

"Honestly, when was the last time you looked up there? Do you even know how it looks like?" 

And after a month no one had really asked for the key (Jack shakes his head and mutters about ‘safety breaches’) or bothered them at all. Especially in the morning, with only the sound of birds and their voices and the airplne trails streaking the light blue sky.

Not so much of a good idea when the summer days start to get hotter.

Gabriel buries his face in the crook of Jack’s neck, spent and grunting at the burn of the sun-heated concrete on his knees. After a few seconds, he raises his head to look at Jack, and make sure his back isn’t flaying, but he doesn’t even get to open his mouth. 

The Gold Boy of the SEP lays arms outstretched and looking at the sky, completely spaced out and smiling. Undone strands of golden hair glittering in the sunlight, some sticking to his already sunkissed forehead. Contracted pupils on cerulean eyes reflecting the sky, blue on blue. He gleams and looks almost inhuman.

Gabriel leans forward towards Jack’s face and mindlessly whispers into the kiss.

"Apolo…”

When he hears the snicker, Gabriel curses the heat affecting his damn head.

“For real, Gabe?”

He grunts and gets up to sit next to shade of a vent. Jack follows, sitting next to him. Of course the sun still shines behind his hair, almost like a fucking halo. 

“So what does that make you? Daphne, Cassandra, Hyacinthus?” He’s having so much fun. 

“I don’t know what any of that means. Who knew the high school prom king was, in fact, a nerd.”

“I wasn’t-!” He huffs. “My mother is from Ilios. Though it’s dad the one that is into all that mythology stuff, apparently started as a way to impress her.”

Gabriel just stares at him.

“Am I meeting your parents already?” He laughs at Jack’s face. “Ilios though… Fitting.”

“Huh? What do you-?” Helios. “Oh, who’s the nerd now?”

Gabriel just replies by kissing him again and throwing Jack’s shirt at his face. 

“At least I know I n longer have to worry so much about your pasty self getting sunburnt.”

Still, he can’t keep himself from staring as he gets dressed. Standing there, against the morning light, with a crown of rays shining around his head he really looks like the sun. And at that very moment, unthinkingly, he almost welcomes the shade he’s casting.

-

Years later Gabriel will fall as the ground breaks under him, scorched face, flames lapping all around him and smoke filling his lungs. And he will crash hard against the concrete and it will hurt more than just red skinned knees. Debris and dust wll cover everything around him and an incandescent metal beam will fall on his back, searing his shoulders. With no air for last words, he will crack a dry laugh at his last thoughts being how Jack had forgotten someone back then.

Icarus.

(If he falls into the waves, he will at least make the sun set with him.)

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BIEGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - model: Salieu Jalloh - photographer: Cyrill Matter - fashion editor / stylist: Allan Kennedy - photo assistant: JP Bevins - fashion assistant: Melissa Infante - groomer: Miyako

  • Paul Smith Jeans camel peacoat - Boglioli brown military shawl wool sweater
  • Ferragamo camel cashmere coat - Louis Vuitton beige jersey knit shirt - Dunhill gold cotton twill trousers
  • Paul Smith wide-leg trousers - Berluti knitted high-neck sweater - Dunhill forest corduroy peacoat - Uniqlo white cotton socks
  • Paul Smith wool roll-neck sweater - Boglioli tan velvet double-breasted retford blazer - Dunhill gold cotton twill trousers - Uniqlo white cotton socks - Converse tan jack purcell sneakers