#danielium

     The faintest of smiles begins to work its way across the scarlet stained curvature of her lips, although he’s sneering, she knows it’s innocent, unfortunately the same can’t be said for her.  “I know, I know, you’re like an old man now right?” she teases, smile never once faltering, though she can’t help but to wonder why he wanted to grow up so fast; she’d give anything to be a teenager again. Lifting a hand, Violet teeters up towards him to pinch his cheeks, not only in hopes that he too would smile, but also in an attempt to soften him up. “Hm, well, how much do you have on you?”

The second you get big headed about it I’m going to make sure nobody uses you as a meme again... Okay, I’m going to be honest-- memes confuse me. I thought there was a set few memes that were used universally with distinct meanings... But now people can be described as a meme? Help me Dan, you’re a teenager-- how do these things work?

{ `despite being genuinely interested in the beginning, Sehun is quick to scoff as his gaze meets Daniel’s photo. } Oh my, what a thick scrub of beautiful, dark facial hair. It’s magnificent, you should be really proud. { `his act ceases abruptly to make way for a peal of laughter, head shaking lightly to accompany. } You’re ridiculous… But this is why we’re friends. Can you send me that one? I think I’ll start using it as a new reaction photo on twitter.

Was that too far? I didn’t realise facial hair was the boiling point for you... Ha. { `he offers Dan a half-hearted pat on the shoulder. Toying with him is far too enjoyable to cease now. } Little do you know that I can grow facial hair. Not a huge amount, but it’s enough to be considered such. I just prefer to shave because otherwise I look like a fuzzy peach.

You’re too young to claim his title-- how do you expect to be infinitely wise when you’re fresh out of high school, you child. I bet you can’t even grow facial hair.

…Fetch me my Kung Fu headband, it’s time I teach you a lesson about respect. Wax on, wax off, motherfucker.

“I think you mean, ‘Galactic Overlord of Awesome’. Oh, Danny Boy– next time, try not to get the title wrong or else I’ll send you so far underground that you won’t be able to hear the pipes calling.” Sehun replies, a grin edging its way onto his face. He’s always wanted to try and sound tough, so who better to try it out with than a trusted best friend?

I hope I got your number right... I had to try and go by memory… and, uh… You know mine is terrible. So, um… Hi. This is Sehun... As in Oh Sehun. [ A hushed ‘shit’ echoes in the receiver. ] You’re probably so mad at me… I wanted to say goodbye, Dan. I really did. I mean… Call me scared, or a dick… Or a mix of the both—but, I just… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew if I tried to say goodbye to you then I wouldn’t end up leaving. [ He pauses, the silence long and drawn out—and if Daniel listens clearly enough, the sound of Sehun’s breath as it hitches will ring out amidst the static. ] I can’t tell you where I am… I mean, I could… But you’ll come looking for me, I know you will. [ Pauses. ] Don’t try to deny it. Stay in Seoul… Be happy and spend time with that boyfriend you told me you had—um… [ Sehun tries his best to sigh quietly, albeit failing. ] I’m safe. A friend had a spare room so I’m crashing there… I got offered a job, too. You don’t need to worry… Though I know you will. I just needed to get away, find something to live for besides the misguided hope that I the court would let a child like myself become my sister’s legal guardian. [ Once again, he pauses—the short stops in-between sentences now all too common. ] I’m sorry… That I left, and that I didn’t tell you. You’re the one I wanted to tell the most, but… Yeah. Um… I’ll be cut off in a sec, so I can’t talk much longer… I’ve already had to leave this message four times. [ Believe it or not, he actually manages to laugh—a melancholic chuckle jumping from the receiver. ] I miss you… It’s only been a few days since I left and I’m already admitting that… How pathetic am I? Anyway, I… Might call again—I know I shouldn’t… But… No, I shouldn’t call again. I’m sorry—that was too far. You’re probably too mad to even listen to this message. I just… Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, Dan. [ And with one abrupt sentence, the message ends. Sehun disappearing into silence, disappearing to faces and places that Dan would never know. ]