PHILIP HAMILTON.

i used to hear them say that someday i would blow us all away! | pjo au .

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

i did exactly as you said — i held my head up high .

— pjo au.
— legacy of momus & athena.
— pre-shipped.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator He’s shifting, making himself more comfortable against George all the same. It’s a mumble when he speaks again.

“Asshole.”

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

Flops against @praeIiator.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator “Don’t be /mean/,”

He’s not budging.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator There’s a gentle nod, and it’s a few minutes before he pipes up again, feels as though he owes some explanation. His voice is still quiet, and yet, it comes so matter-of-factly.

“Dads been cheating on Mom.”

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

text to : @praeIiator

— Can I come over?

— In fact, can I stay over?

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator Pip swallows hard at the contact, hesitates a second before offering a gentle squeeze back.

He still hasn’t lifted his gaze from the dashboard, and there’s a certain raggedness to his voice when he speaks, already run raw.

“Can we go?”

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator As soon as he spots George’s car, he’s heading quickly over. Getting in and shutting the door behind him, despite his whole body feeling stiff.

It’s after a few moments of silence, when he still hasn’t met his boyfriend’s gaze, that Philip gets out a barely audible, ‘hey’.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator He’s waiting outside long before George arrives, whole body tense.

Its taking everything inside of him to not cry again.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator text to : george

— No
— I need to get out of this house before I lose it

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator text to: george

— I know, I know
— I’m not going to stop seeing you though you know that

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator —

‘How’s your weekend been so far?’

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

text to @praeIiator:

- Hey! It’s Philip.

- Are you still coming over to start the project later?

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator There’s a dip of a nod, and Philip takes a seat, gesturing for George to do the same. Something is fluttering in his chest — the effort to learn /anything/ means a lot.

It’s once he’s sat that he pulls his phone from his pocket — it’s quicker than writing — and types out, —

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator text to: george

— He’s pissed because he thinks you’re a bad influence. I don’t know.

— George, I haven’t missed a day of school since seventh grade.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@rebelIatio “History,” but he doesn’t lift his gaze; simply continues looking down at the device, typing intermittently.

Philip clearly isn’t making the effort he usually would in a conversation, even following an argument.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@rebelIatio “Homework,”

It comes as a blunt, quick response; Philip doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t even glance away from his screen, as he responds.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator text to: george

— Yeah, its that deep.
— Look, we really need to talk
— My Dad doesn’t want me seeing you anymore

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@rebelIatio After his father’s response, Philip watches for only a few further moments before sighing, discontent. Without reply, he’s turning back to his laptop and continuing to type.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@praeIiator text to: george

— For skipping school to see you.

[PHILIP HAMILTON. @parumleo]

@rebelIatio “When do I get my phone back?”

He spares a short glance up as he asks, and his voice is quieter, less strained, than the last time they spoke. He’s clearly calmed down, is far less panicked than before.