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kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.

bexutifully:

     _{Beckham leaned up against the fence of the patio, his arms folded over his chest and the smirk etched permanently into his features. As much as he was doing everything just to piss off the other, he couldn’t deny that he was happy to see him. That seeing Jasper again sent Beckham’s heart racing. The breakup hadn’t been Beckham’s choice after all, but he left. He did as told because he knew it was toxic, everything about the two together screamed danger. Nevertheless, Beckham was like an annoying itch that just kept coming back for more. He couldn’t help himself. He would put himself through hell, if it meant that he was able to even just fight with the other for a little while. Which, Beckham was sure he would feel again later. His heart being torn up just that little bit more, soon there’d be nothing left of it. Beckham let out a dark laugh, his eyes never leaving Jasper. “Of course you did, babe. Physically, at least. Mentally you know I’m always there in the back of your pretty little mind.” Beckham proceeded to stand back up straight and walk around the familiar area a little bit. Even after the year apart, Jasper still knew him better than anyone. “None, you know ever since we ended I’ve done nothing but plot ways that I could get you back.” Beckham remarked sarcastically. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”}

_{Jasper watched as the other slid into a comfortable stance right before him, and instead of looking like a tense forty year old man, he’d rather take a seat, though he loathed the smell of chlorine lingering in the air, with much thanks to the pool. Beckham’s words were true, and the look Jasper gave him was genuine– it was a concoction of amusement and hope, false one at that. Would it be wrong if he told him that sometimes– when he lay awake at night, alone and companionless– that he thought of him? Or that he truly was always in the back of his mind like an irritating helpmate? Maybe it would make him look weak, so instead he put on his best poker face and stared off into another direction where the other wasn’t present. “You don’t know shit.” He retorted, his look of hilarity still existing. In truth, Jasper missed the jeopardy that they were placed in every waking day they were together. It kept him awake and alive, and made him live the life he so desperately endeared. “That’s not why you’re here. Why are you really here? It’s been a fucking year and you decide to show up just because you’ve been plotting ways to get back at me? I don’t think so, bud, try again.” His gaze finally met the other’s, and though they were a good distance apart, he could still feel the other’s forlorn yearning for him. It was apparent, and lucid in his eyes, even though he tried to conceal it with madness. “I would.” He nodded, one hand resting on his chin. “Yeah.”}