#eeeeee!

So Dorian is mainly a blue color scheme while Brody is green and browns. And sure they wear other colors but these are their main colors and outfits.

“I don’t want to engage in emotional warfare, I don’t want to do this” He lets a theatrical sigh out, continuing to drape himself across the King bed in the middle of the room(his room, he’d been somewhat not truly caring of when you set up your own space, up until he started coming home more) wrinkling what you’d perfected a few hours before.

“Just relax, all I’m asking is for some time today! I’ve never much celebrated my birthday before you, especially in my youngest years, wouldn’t now be a perfect to time to start? ♡” you let your eyes wander yonder, to the dozens of stacks of playing cards sitting the closet, and the hole in the curtains, anything to avoid giving him the satisfaction.

“ignoring me won’t work, we both know~ I’d thought you learned from the last few times” he was right, as per usual, but yet your ability to see that escaped you again. “Plus I…I thought I wasn’t allowed in public” “indeed, but I figured you wouldn’t protest to going to dinner? There’s no need to be so worried! I’m not planning anything” but it always felt like you knew he was lying, because half the time he was

it had always been difficult; trying to discern between what was real or not, whether it’s a cruel joke when he tells you he loves you or not is still a mystery. And yet, he tells you often, sometimes when your awake or sitting on the couch just thinking, or baking or cooking, but sometimes it’s late into the night when you’re asleep—unable to know that he does mean it, especially when he sleeps with your frame next to him. So vulnerable that some primal part of him just wants to hide you like a dragon and it’s jewels

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“You look lovely!” Hisokas smile digs into your very soul, as per usual. His driving slower than normal, purposeful, he’s trying to make you angry. You focus on the light rain, not daring to question him as he drives up a mountain

“I believe we’ve arrived” You exit the car, keeping your head down until you hear him rustling in the trunk, pulling out a picnic basket and a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of you. “You want to have…a picnic? At 12 at night?” “Is that a problem?” His voice loud in contrast to the sounds of the forest.

He sets the basket down, and gestures for you to sit next to him, pulling a store-bought cake a pack of generic candles out of the twine basket. “How are you going to light them?” Normally you’d just let him figure it out, but the face he made when he realized made it obvious he hasn’t exactly thought of it. “Hmm, close your eyes” you close your eyes, like a giddy kid waiting for a gift, but when you opened them the candles were lit and aflame. “A magician never reveals his tricks~” the flame burned as silence filled the moment, quiet crickets and what must have been a small stream taking the place of any conversation.

“Make a wish, Hisoka” you loosely motion towards the cake “I wish for-“ “Don’t tell me! It won’t come true if you do!” You hadn’t meant to say it, but he didn’t seem to mind as he blew them out with a giggle almost too innocent for the monster he was.

“To many more years of hell, I guess” he wraps his arm around you, not bristling like you used to at the touch. “To many more, now, would you care for a bit of champagne?” Picking a bottle of champagne and a glass out of the basket—you wonder how it didn’t break on the bumpy drive up—“alright”.

He pours the glass generously, filled entirely to the brim “I told you I wasn’t tricking you, dearest!” You side eye him “Oh shut it…” the words are muttered and soft as you try to enjoy the night sky full of stars

“To think one moment was all it took for our paths to intertwine? Truly a coincidental fate.”