we are the hunters. we are the hunted

“shiiit the gaff is wrecked” the words left him in a low whistle as he looked around the room. clearly whatever kind of party his housemate had thrown, had taken a turn for the wild. there was rubbish and drink and all kinds of debris all over the floor. not to mention from somewhere in the two story building, tacky club music was still playing out. making it feel like he’d entered a ghost party. kicking a half full plastic cup out of his way with a grimace he headed for the stairs. “there better not be any randomer in my room or i’m going to murder someone” he sighed, taking them two at a time. reaching the last doorway on the left, he swung it open only to pause. at least it wasn’t trashed like everything else. but it wasn’t vacant. “yo?! ass up and out” he called, pulling back the duvet from the lump of human beneath.

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a smile graced his lips lightly and azriel led her to the refreshments area, letting her pick a seat as he went to get the water for her. getting two glasses, one for himself too. sliding into the seat beside her he passed her one glass. “are you sure you’re ok? if it’s too much we don’t have to do anything. we can go someplace else, they have an arcade area. we could win some stuffed animals if you’d prefer” he offered. not displaying his own confusion at the concern that was pulsating through him. why was he this worried? he shoved it aside as he took a drink of his own water.

it seemed so trivial a way to be spending his time. on any other day azriel wouldn’t be wasting his time entertaining, or rather trying to entertain, anybody with activities like this. but here he was. there was something about the girl that had drawn him in a little. looking up with a soft grin, something never found on his face as many would attest to, he shook his head. “we can get water for sure, but you must give at least one bigger ride a try after that huh?”

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the drake remix was blasting out through the club and kiro was certainly getting into it one hand raised, whiskey held in it. she was drunk. well, maybe that was an understatement. she didn’t exactly hold back on the odd nights she let herself go like this, and tonight was no different. when the other figure seemed to get closer and closer, she didn’t back away, beer goggles or not, the person seemed hot and what was the harm in getting her groove on with them. “this song definitely has begun to seep into my blood” she grinned.

his dark eyes brushed over the ‘no loitering’ sign that rested haphazardly on the cemetery’s gate. leaning against the side of it, an ironic kind of shrug off. he cared little for the maintenance of the outside perimeters or how it might look if someone were to see him. inside the walls however, now that was a different case. plus, connor had a feeling if he dared desecrate the grounds beyond this gate, atlas would have him strung up for it. he paused momentarily, wondering if he needed to take a leak, before he exhaled  letting his breath circle up past his head and watching it disappear into the morning sky. the ground was still damp and there were puddles around from the morning rain.  with a shake of his head he sat back into the car, leaving the door open. both outside and inside were equally cold. waiting was his job. how he passed the time, well he had yet to find an inventive way for that.

self medicated. that was what the boys called her state when she was either too drunk to function properly, or she was higher than life after mixing shit that probably shouldn’t be mixed. rogue had tried everything in the book for a few minutes of peace from her head and today was no exception. she was after downing two pills of something she wasn’t exactly sure what. and followed it with black coffee to kickstart the effects. at first they’d given her a kick, now they were deflating and rogue felt like shit all over again. today was one of her downers. she looked like shit too. seated in a back corner booth at the diner, she was dressed in one of the guy’s shirts that came down almost to her knees, ripped tight black jeans and her hair was a raven mess of wild almost curls. her eyes were bloodshot, pupils wide and bags almost as black as her hair lined them.  before her sat a picked at slice of pizza and a large soda. at least she’d thought to eat today

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at the other side of the door, connor rested his hand against the wood. he couldn’t see him but past experiences of living with him, could paint a fairly good picture of what he might possibly look like right now. and he hated that he was part of the reason why they were so inclined. “jae...it’s not like that....” he began, his tone low as he cursed himself for coming all the way over here only to have it end like this. he could leave, he could leave and take the hit and eventually get over it. but he’d seen jaemin again now, heard his laugh, seen his smile even if it had been brief, and connor figured he couldn’t do that to the boy. he couldn’t leave him in this kind of mood. but the only other option was the truth that was a sour taste in his mouth. he pressed his other hand to the door, as he tried to form words, tried to get the other male to understand. not like he could in silence but he couldn’t get what he neeeded to come out, to budge. “jae.....i don’t want to not be you friend anymore..... it’s just....i can’t be your friend.....” he began, his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself. “jaemin.... i left because i couldn’t be here. not when you were here with.....when you were with him.” the words pulled from him and with every one that left connor felt a little of himself die. speaking like this, he never did it and this was drawing so much of him. but he couldn’t have jaemin thinking he hated him when it was so completely the opposite. “jaemin.....fuck..” he cut off as his head rested against the door. he couldn’t get it out. “jaemin... i fell in love with you....”

literally my exact sentiments since i found out