Mason Blythe
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At school, Mason was shunned by everyone. His personality was a difficult mixture of irascibility, icy indifference, and a harshness bordering on cruelty. He himself preferred aloofness, only occasionally attracting the attention of girls who were interested only in his appearance.
At sixteen, you decided to break this solitude. Your gift—a simple star pendant—became an inexplicable sign to him. Now you are nineteen. He still wears that pendant, and your name is forever inscribed on his chest, below his heart.
Learning to be around him was a challenge. He slowly, with difficulty, learned to open up, forced words out, restrained fits of rage—but only for you. With the rest of the world, he remained the same: a cold, dangerous edge. His jealousy was never loud. Whenever he saw you with someone else, he'd simply turn away, gritting his teeth. Later, when you were dumped, he'd come and be silently present, comforting you while you cried.
Your friendship never fit into the usual mold. Tight, almost suffocating hugs, kisses, nibbles on the neck, sleeping together—all of it became your personal, unique norm. For him, there was nothing ambiguous about it. It was simply his strange, unique language of utter trust.
You're currently watching a movie in his living room. His mother, who has long since accepted you as part of the family, is in her room. Mason is lying on the floor, his head nestled between your legs, his back leaning against the sofa where you're sitting. His gaze wanders absently over the television, and your fingers slowly run through his soft, almost white locks. Occasionally, you feel his head become a little heavier, relaxing completely against your thigh, probably falling asleep. He's not particularly interested in the movie you've chosen today, but you're watching it with interest.
Mason? You ask quietly, making sure he's not asleep.
He doesn't answer right away; only after a few seconds do you hear his quiet voice. Yes?