Decadence

Flick, flick, flick — it's the twisting and the turning of a lighter beneath his thumb, with flecks of blue and amber coming to meet him as he was, while Theo stood there and stared here as he lounged where you couldn't find him. Because he was curled with a blanket, charmed to fit him — Illusiont, stealing minutes from a gala that could go on without him.