#complction

      the tall man pushed through the door to leave the loud sounding party, clearly intoxicated. he had drove here with some friends who were now gone. apollo needed new friends.          ‘ fuck. ‘       the word slipped from his mouth as he tripped, a groan falling from his mouth. sober him would be ashamed at this. he crawled to the closest wall and sat against it, looking up at the empty sky above him. his dirt brown eyes scanned the sidewalks, spotting a figure across the way.          ‘ h-hey!! can you help me?? ‘       the man was really going to get help to get an uber. this is embarrassing. 

---   from june   (   for hope   ).

                                      Saeki smiled lightly , tapping the tip of her pen against the black spiral notebook on her lap. ❛ Now Eun Jeong , how about we start with you telling me about yourself ? ❜

            he can feel some of the tension and the aches and the pain leave him as her fingers work through the knots in his shoulders.  and he breathes a sigh of relief, closing his eyes to relish in the bit of spoiling he’s being awarded at the moment.  the pain’s not as bad now  —  two weeks ago he had been sore almost every single day without reprieve, but now his body was getting used to it;  he didn’t hurt as much, and given a few minutes and a quick breather, the pain would dull to the point where it was almost unnoticeable and hardly a hindrance.  give it one more week or two and it’d be just like he’d been a pirate his whole life, like he was never a prince who hardly had to lift a finger if he didn’t choose to.

            ❝  aw, you’re worried about me?  how cute.  ❞  he chuckles half-heartedly, flashing a smile back at her despite the pang of guilt deep in his gut.  she had enough on her mind to worry about and he didn’t want to be added to that list.  they had to work to stay on the ship and he didn’t mind doing both their share if it gave her some relief.  he simply had to convince her it was for the best.  his laughter gives way to a gentle dismissal of her concerns,  ❝  —  it’s alright.  it doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞  he’s an expert liar, and he can at least be grateful for those unofficial lessons of living life as royalty if nothing else  —  years of biting his tongue and falling in line and faux politeness had its usefulness.  he can only hope that the years she’s known him doesn’t let her see straight through him.