here without you - {kit/kyle}

[CASTOR DESMOND SAIL]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

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[kyle jordan bryan]

some days were good for kyle. they were easy. he was able to walk through the day to day without much of a hiccup and he was able to have a smile on his lips as he went throughout the hours. there were a lot of days where he really didn't care what happened to him. days where apathy set into his bones as if it was going to stay for good no matter what he tried to do about it. then there were those days, where he was somewhere in the middle. somewhere between apathy and being in a great mood. this happened to be one of those days filled with non-events that left no impression on his mind. in all truth of the matter, he might've been better off just staying at home and working on music. it most certainly would've been more productive.

kyle could only hope that castor would be home when he got home. the man being the only sort of stability that he'd had in his life since his girlfriend died. he loved her, more than he could put words to. having maya had been enough to take away the sting that had been placed in his bones because of that best friend of his. the one who would take him as a lover but not a boyfriend. that was all in the past, though, as was the fact that his girlfriend was six feet under the ground instead of walking around with the rest of society like she should've been. she deserved to be. a light sigh left him as he placed the key in the lock and with a quick turn opened the door. he noticed cas' keys when he tossed his in the bowl then made his way to the living room.

a brow arched towards his hair line and he slapped his belly in a rhythmic fashion before standing up fully. "you know, you do have a bedroom that you're more than welcome to sleep in instead of the couch," he teased with an easy laugh before moving to sit down in the chair that had long since been dubbed as kyle's chair. he looked over at his friend with a lazy sort of smile on his full lips and he even went as far as to toss a pillow over at him. seemed he was in a better mood than he thought or it was simply that having cas around was just putting him in a better mood than he'd been in before he entered the apartment. "where the fuck have you been all day?" he asked in light hearted tones before leaning back in his chair more.