like lazarus

he’s a prideful man but even he can’t tell exactly why he’s here, of all places. dark eyes taking in the sight of the taller male, reign’s facial expression remains stoic as he steps past him. “nothing happened. i just had a little bit of fun.” and just as the word fun escapes his parted lips, reign pulls out his silver knife and twirls it around idly. takes a second to look around whilst he kicks his shoes off ( he might be a madman, but he tries his best not to be completely rude ). it feels like a home, the atmosphere is warm and comforting, a bit too much, if reign is honest, and he turns upon the heels of his feet to look back at eugene. “why are you still awake? it’s late.” voice as monotone as ever, he takes the other’s words into regard, peeking down to see if he’s marked the soft carpet beneath his naked feet. doesn’t notice that he tightens his grip on the knife, fingertips turning almost white. “do you have any clothes i can change into?” such a domestic question. it’s almost a bit funny. however, reign doesn’t look at eugene whilst he talks, rather trudges away to open some kitchen cabinets in hopes of settling his rumbling stomach. his beloved knife is carelessly thrown into the sink, blood following the streaks created by the open water. his hand rests on the faucet, eyes fixated on the intense colour of red for a moment too long before he snaps out of it. still doesn’t look at eugene, however. just blinks a couple of times. “can you clean me?”

         reign can’t tell right from wrong. he lost his sense of morality at a young age, and thus, nothing really fazes him anymore. it doesn’t strike him as something odd when he’s lurking in the hallway of eugene’s apartment complex, covered head to toe in someone else’s blood and.. ––  oh. yeah. he almost forgot about that little fact, until his knuckles sound against the wood of gene’s door and he catches sight of the dried red droplets on his hands. funny. he must look horrible. becomes rather aware of the weight of his tucked away knife then, and reign sniffles. “open the door already.”

he doesn’t mind her curiousity. it goes hand in hand with the same sort that keeps him up some nights, rendering him sleepless and frustrated. it only serves as a bit of a shock initially, because jumin wouldn’t expect such questioning to come from imelda. she’s always seemed so... soft. maternal in a way. “it’s not weird, it was just  –– sudden, is all. i’ve actually thought about that before.” a heavy exhale sounds, and he moves his hands away from her hair. there’s no particular reason for it, he just feels a tad bit restless. her laughter softens him, calms him down more than he’d like to admit and jumin falls comfortable again. a smile taking the place of his previous small frown. “have you been thinking about the meaning of life or summat?” 

prince: listen, i think we both know that im the desperate one here, i was deadass asking u to bring me toilet paper earlier so i could wank off to u