Lin stared at Jonathan. God, he was in love.
He was an angel, he really was. Any room he entered, it just immediately lit up.
His smile, his laugh was so infectious. Furthermore, that smirk of his...
His jawline was so fascinating to Lin. Sure, it sounded weird, but that's what love does to you. Especially when it's clenched, Lin freaked out. Full on fanboy.
Oh boy, and his eyes. Direwolf blue. Ocean blue. Diamond blue. Emerald green. Lin could stare into his eyes all day, and never get bored. He wanted to explore, see all of him.
His soft curls... It might be a mess, 24/7, but that's what made Jon, Jon. Lin liked to rake his hands through his hair. It was oddly calming.
The worst part of this was that Lin didn't know how to confess. How, or really why, would he? He was married for christ's sake. And he loved her, Vanessa.
She was an angel, she really was. Any room she entered, it just immediately lit up.
Her smile, her laugh was so infectious. Furthermore, that smirk of hers...
Her jawline was so fascinating to Lin. Sure, it sounded weird, but that's what love does to you. Especially when it's clenched, Lin freaked out. Full on fanboy.
Oh boy, and her eyes. Soft brown. Rich, soulful. Lin could stare into her eyes all day, and never get bored. He wanted to explore, see all of her.
Her soft curls... It might (really never) be a mess, 24/7, but that's what made V, V. Lin liked to rake his hands through her hair.
Sighing, he took a final glance towards Jonathan, and then diverted his attention elsewhere.
"You're being too loud." Chris said.
Lin jumped. "W-What?" He had said practically nothing for the past 20 minutes.
"It's obvious. You like Groff."
Lin looked up to his best friend, fear in his eyes. It was too much for him at that moment. He had told no one about his occasional attraction to other genders, he had told no one about the fact he's been in love with Jonathan, his best "bud", since the second he laid his eyes on him. That scrawny figure, and small smile. He had told no one about his crisis.
"I don't." For a broadway actor, he was awfully bad at this whole acting thing.
"There's nothing wrong with it, y'know."
"I never said that, what are you trying to-" He said, getting defensive.
"Hey," Chris said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You're my homie. I got you. It's alright. I support you, I accept you, man. Just don't hurt nobody. We'll talk later."
Holy fuck, Lin felt like crying. Running his own hand through his hair, he turned to face his beautiful angel. Maybe in the next life, they could finally have each other.
