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Fabian: no me dijiste que estabas en kaos

Fabian: no puedo creer que haya tenido que verlo en Instagram.

It’s his second day in the hospital and to say Fabian has been having a hard fucking time would be an understatement. His wound hurts and though the doctors say it’ll heal back up pretty quickly he thinks it won’t heal fast enough. And that isn’t even the worst of it. The news he’d gotten has shifted Fabians world completely and now he wishes the morphine they have him hooked up on would just flow into his body in large enough amounts to make him forget but the fucking thing is regulated so no matter how much he presses the red button, he feels the same. He brings his hands over his eyes, rubbing at them as if to rub the exhaustion and another feeling, something akin to anger but a lot softer, away. It doesn’t change anything though and Fabian is grateful for the nurse that walks in then to tell him he has a visitor. “Thank fuck,” he mumbles, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips as he sees Ágata walk in.

Fabian huffs, pulling the cookie-cutter off of the cookie dough with a frown. Ágata had roped him into baking cookies tonight and he felt like he hadn’t seen his best friend in so long so here he was. They’d gotten all the ingredients and after a huge mess, made by Fabian only, the cookie dough was finally ready. He’d asked her why they couldn’t just get ready-made cookie dough but supposedly making cookies from scratch is what people do around the holidays. But after the dough was made and he’d placed it on the sheet on the counter, trying to mold it into the shapes of the cookie cutters seemed almost impossible. He grabs another chunk of dough and flattens it down, slowly cutting it with the mold and then he slowly, very slowly pulls it off only for the shape to not hold once again. Fabian lets out a frustrated grunt, placing the Santa Claus mold on the kitchen counter. And then he turns to Ágata with a pout on his face, overly exaggerated to show his frustration. “I can’t get this right,” he says, obviously sulking. 

Fabian pushes the shopping cart forward with a frown, glaring at the apples and oranges as they pass. Ágata stops by the broccoli, the wall of greens an almost offensive shade and Fabian glares at that too. He can’t believe he’s being dragged through the supermarket to buy healthy groceries against his own will. Basically being held prisoner. “Do we really need that much broccoli? Who even eats broccoli? Gross,” he grumbles as he pushes the cart further into the produce section. He picks up some carrots, glares, and sets them down. Picks up celery, scoffs, throws it back down. Peppers seem to be the only vegetable that isn’t offending him right now so he puts a couple in a small bag and drops them on the shopping cart. “Are we done here? Can we go to the junk food and drinks section now?”

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours & 🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

The second he wakes up in the hospital his first thought is his brother. His second thought is his best friend. He’s sure the hospital has notified his family by now and at any second there’ll be Andrés bursting through the doors as he usually does. But he’s not sure if anyone has told Ágata and he wants her there as well. He’s a little scared, a little bit in pain and a lot drugged up which does not make for a good combination. He wants to ask the nurses to give her a call or at least to find his phone so he can send her a text but he can’t find his voice just yet so he doesn’t. And the more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t want Ágata to see him like this, all roughed up and probably still bleeding though the doctor said he’d stitched him up pretty well and that he’d be okay. He doesn’t want his best friend to worry for him because he’s strong, he’ll get through this. So he doesn’t call her though he wants to. When he’s better he’ll see Ágata and then it won’t matter because he’ll be okay.

📱 a time my muse texted / called yours, ☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them. &🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours.

“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[text→ La Duquesa 🌸] i had a dream you and andres forgot about me...ive never been scared of anything but i think im scared of that

“ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[text→ La Duquesa 🌸] I FOUND A SPARRING PARTNER ...IM SO FUCKING HYPED NOW I CAN FIGHT AGAIN

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[text→ La Duquesa 🌸] I am not coming all the way over there for a quick fuck, you’re insane. 

[text→ La Duquesa 🌸] oh my god...ignora eso por favor

Broken away from the gathering happening down the beach, Sihyun stands on a large rock, watching the waves crash and smooth over the rocks just a little farther away than where he’s standing. He’s got a cigarette between his middle and index fingers, bringing it up to his lips to take a slow drag before he lets out a puff of smoke. He’s not really one to wander away from a party but there was something about this view down here that felt like it was calling to him. The glow of the setting sun rays over the water makes for one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. There and then gone as the sun sets fully, quiet darkness surrounding everything. The water is suddenly calm which makes it that much more terrifying. He can’t hear the waves crash against the rocks anymore. It’s as if the sudden appearance of the moon placed a hand on the ocean and said rest. He brings the lit cigarette to his lips again. 

It’s then that he hears footsteps behind him. Slowly, he turns his head to see who had had the same idea as him, walking along the shore in the direction of the lighthouse. It’s dark, so dark, so his eyes take a second to adjust but once they do he smiles. “Very brave of you to venture out on your own out here,” he says, opening his mouth to blow out the smoke from the cigarette. “Looking for an adventure or trouble?”