/əˈpifənē/

ya girl changed her hair~!!

thank you. truly, it means a lot to have someone talk about it. im exhausted even now, but i am sick as well. it really sucks that i haven't been able to gain the required energy to start coming back from it but soon hopefully i will feel better. upside : im not scared of myself right now. downside : i can still feel that spiked ball in my chest just growing. 

“You could say that.” It wasn’t the type of trouble that Killian was thinking but it was trouble none the less. He removes his face from it’s resting spot so that he could fully look the older man in the face while he lifts a hand to tentatively place it onto his cheek. “You’re such a kind soul you know that?” The Kirin was a good judge of one’s soul after all. “But I can’t accept either. I won’t put you in danger and money? No no that’s all yours don’t you waste it on me.”

He let’s his hand drop from the other’s cheek so that he could resume his previous position and the comfort that came from it. Killian was right Wooseok had to believe that everything would be okay. It needed to be, Wooseok had to fight, and remind himself that if his other side won he’d never be able to see Killian or his member again. The thought alone had his heart hurting. “You allowing me to be like this with you is more than enough Hyung. Believe me.”

                  “I’m   a   decent   soul .”   He   argued ,   he’d   fight   with   Wooseok   about   the   fact   that   he   was   decent .   Killian   had   his   toils   and   troubles   as   well ,   a   lot   that   makes   him   only   except   that   idea .   Even   if   Killian   knew   Wooseoks   identity   and   his   right   judgment   of   souls   and   character ,   he’d   still   fight .   Nonetheless   he   let   his   lips   pursed   thinning   them   as   best   as   he   could ,   “You   should   accept   something ,   if   it   helps .   Is   it   trouble   you   can   get   out   of ?   Let   me   be   the   judge   of   my   well   being ,   I   may   be   blind   but   I   am   an   adult   Wooseok .   My   money   is   extended   to   you ,   a   close   friend ,   for   help .   What   am   I   going   to   do   other   than   pay   for   groceries   I   can’t   cook ,   buy   clothes   that   I   can’t   see ? ”   Killian   let   out   snort ,   “I   have   very   little   use   for   it ,   take   it   if   you   need   it .   Rent   was   four   days   ago ,   my   bills   are   paid   up   till   the   month   after   next .”   He   reassured .   

He shook his head almost mournfully, before a thought struck him. “We could say that I did it? I mean, it needs to be stitched, and they won’t arrest me unless you ask them to,” he suggested gently, unsure if Dor would take it, but more than willing to offer. “The cops won’t come, because of my disorder the hospital would take care of all the issues,” he added, wanting Dor to feel more comfortable with the idea. “Just as long as you know that I would never ever want to hurt you. Even just seeing you like this brings me to tears.. What do you think?”

There was indeed something rather distinctly wrong here… and it had nothing to do with who or what this man was. Or, perhaps, it had everything to do with it - but such knowledge was that the good Follower genuinely had no means of knowing. Instead he could only stand there for that moment and witness the other man’s struggle, all the signs of weakness and general fatigue that was being shown.

Concern was the first emotion to perhaps flicker through Arcade’s expression, and he was already moving forward - though everything would be that which was deliberate, careful and slow. He didn’t wish for this man to suddenly turn on him, expecting and attack or far worse… Freeside was far from a friendly place after all, and he seemed unfamiliar enough with the Followers that he might not recognize what his lab coat likely logically meant around these parts. “It’s of no trouble. I was just heading back there myself.”

A pause, a weigh of consideration there and gone. “No need for compensation for myself either. If you feel the need to make a charitable donation the Followers would likely be appreciative of the help.. now, would it be okay for me to grasp your arm, so I can help you inside?” A blond brow raised slightly, head tilted slightly to the side. He had stopped only a few feet away from the stranger, though his body’s language - barring some probably understandable enough tension, was mostly calm.. nonhostile and unthreatening. “I don’t wish to do something to make you uncomfortable, and possibly hinder what may be wrong with you now.”

             “Great ,   then   I   will   follow   behind   you   to   be   sure   I   am   going   in   the   correct   direction .”   He   feigned   exhaustion ,   a   deep   intake   of   breath   built   in   his   chest   and   it   slowly   made   its   way   out .   There   was   no   doubt   he   couldn’t   fight   in   the   condition   he   was   in ,   getting   lost   here   wasn’t   something   he’d   want   to   check   off   in   his   books .   Being   attacked   by   anyone   and   killed   once   again   wasn’t   something   he   wanted   his   father   to   hang   over   his   head ,   he   already   heard   Lucifer   laughing   and   saying   the   magic   words:   ‘Third   times   a   charm ’ .