#dayrisen

She speaks and he tries his best to smile but it's hard to do. He feels so tired so deeply in pain. "Well you know... you're actually starting to grow on me, Red. Not just because of the whole saving my sorry ass thing either." He tries to joke letting out a little chuckle before he reaches to clutch his bruised ribs. "Shiiiit. Hey you don't have a cigarette or something? Bit of weed?"

❝ look, i've changed since then.. ❞

catra’s words formed a pit in her stomach and the guilt that crept up on her was unexpected. she always knew catra’s life wasn’t easy and she dealt with a lot growing up. it was adora who would comfort her whenever she needed it and it was adora who knew to be patient with her. “i don’t want to lose you either. you’ve always been the one sure thing in my life since i was little. it kills me to be on opposite sides like this, it kills me going against you. but i can’t sit by and allow the horde to destroy etheria. i refuse to be a part of that and i don’t understand why you’re still with them. please catra,” her eyes were pleading and maybe it was stupid on her part, but they were filled with a little bit of hope. hope that her best friend would come to her senses and realize for herself that the horde are the bad guys. adora reached out to grasp catra’s hands in hers. “come with me. fight for etheria. if you truly mean what you say and you don’t want to lose me, come with me. otherwise, we lose each other for good because this is the last time i’m going to ask you.”

❝ then i got , i suspect , the same kind of demon fighting lessons as you. ❞       it's with a casual shrug that seojin delivers the final plot twist of his little tale :    ❝ except i can't fight them so it was all pointless. ❞       yay ! what a nice demon-hunting-messed-up-my-childhood bonding session. let's never do it again.

head tilts , admiring her work.       ❝ if you don't want it i'll take it back. i think it looks pretty though ! ❞       fingers pluck another flower from the small bouquet as she speaks , tucking it securely into her own hair.  next comes the singsongy voice and beginnings of puppy dog eyes.      ❝ and if you leave it we can be maaatchiiiing ! ❞

❝ you did sign up for this. ❞       he reminds , as if any of the girls could ever not be aware of their positions. it's not about reminding her though —-- it's about setting up his next statement.       ❝ i didn't though so i don't wanna see any photos of me —-- or us in the tabloids. i'm not interested in being part of any dating scandals. ❞       pay the stern tone of voice no mind. he's joking . . . ish.

❝ wow , i never thought i'd say no to food , but booking out an entire restaurant for us feels like too much. ❞       eyes flash wide in surprise both at her own refusal of free food ( gasp ! how tragic ) and again at the idea that follows.       ❝ what if they tried something shady ? you hear those stories about fans going too far , thinking they know idols they've never met —-- thinking they're in a relationship ! it could've all been a big plot to get us alone with them so they could strike ! ❞      clearly some fans aren't the only ones with overactive imaginations.

he was sitting on the floor, his back against a wall, and looking down at his hands where his demon patterns were glowing. they had always been there, but his head had never been this quiet. there was no gwi-ma's voice making him miserable. "it feels wrong not to have him in my head," jinu confessed in a low voice, followed by a small, sad laugh. "it's pathetic, i know." another self-deprecating laugh followed, and he glamoured his patterns away. that's when he felt her fingers under his chin and he looked up at her. she was so close and looking straight at him. his heart picked up its pace from this sudden... whatever it was. "hi," he whispered a little awkwardly, his heart still beating fast.