C.F. White > Quotes

“He’s an eternal child. Sees the world like it should be in a fairy tale, minus the evil characters. Everything is bright and beautiful and everyone is his friend.” Micky hesitated. “It’s a real shame that life isn’t like that. Because a world full of Flynns would be the one I wanna live in.”
― C.F. White, Misdemeanor

“A boy made in the fire who'd refused to become smoke.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“Kenny understood that. He had to. Because loving Aaron meant more than patience. It meant precision. A quiet discipline. He had to read beneath the surface, to listen with more than ears. To know when to offer steadiness and when to let Aaron reach. Lead without ever taking. To never blur the lines of consent, even when Aaron trembled with the ache of wanting to be led. So Aaron had to choose this. Freely. Consciously. Not because he needed Kenny to hold him together, but because he trusted him enough to let go.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“I love you, Aaron. The way you are. Every ragged, difficult, brilliant part of you. And everything in between. I've never-never-felt like this about anyone. And it hurts."

Aaron's breath caught.

But Kenny didn't let him look away.

"It hurts because one day you might not need me. You'll be strong enough to stand in the world without flinching. You're young and beautiful. And I'm...older and weathered. And if you do choose to walk on your own, I’ll be proud. But devastated. Because this… right here…. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“Maybe there’s something in two broken souls needing the same thing, at the same time, then searching for it in the same place.”
― C.F. White, Dream a Little Dream

“Aaron wasn't afraid Kenny would stop loving him.

He was afraid Kenny would solve him.

And stop looking.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“Oh...I didn't realise you'd be bringing..." She darted her gaze tot he dog. "...anyone. The scene's quite delicate."

"Don't worry," Kenny said dryly. "He's trained."

Aaron smiled sweetly.

Parry blinked. "I meant the dog."

"So did I." Kenny clapped his hands together for warmth.

"Aaron's the feral one.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“My name is Flynn,” Flynn cut in, shaking the two men’s hands, and adding his usual infectious grin. “This is my daddy and my brother.” The look of sheer horror bursting on both Larry and Lance’s faces was enough to make Micky cackle, Jason-style.”
― C.F. White, Reformed

“Unless someone went spelunking through your porn history or found those little naked-bedside photos you think I don't know you take of me tangled in the sheets."

"You look...genuinely breathtaking like that."

"I'm aware. Also don't think I don't pose that way on purpose. Consider it performance art for your eyes only.”
― C.F. White, Don't Shoot Me Santa

“Kenny understood that. He had to. Because loving Aaron meant more than patience. It meant precision. A quiet discipline. He had to read beneath the surface, to listen with more than ears. To know when to offer steadiness and when to let Aaron reach. Lead without ever taking. To never blur the lines of consent even when Aaron trembled with the ache of wanting to be led.”
― C.F. White