#gamble-with-fire

Miyavi isn't sure what words he had expected to come out of the elder's mouth, but he's definitely sure those were not what he'd had in mind. "Well that's something I don't hear everyday. Not from you at least." The younger male saunters over and slides into Sehun's lap, placing one leg on either side of him.

    “Everythin’ ends eventually.”

    He doesn’t know what makes this kid act like he knows more than anyone else. More than any “human” at least. He’s still not entirely convinced Sehun is a demon. Demons don’t exist, because if they existed, so did angels. And SeLin doesn’t want to know what it means if there are angels and a God and the world is still shit.

    “If time’s up for me, or you, or someone else, ain’t much of a surprise.”

    He drops his cigarette to the pavement and grinds it down with the toe of his shoe. Death is overrated, and the whole afterlife thing isn’t his cup of tea. He doesn’t like thinking about it.

"You’re a stupid fucking kid, you know that, right?"

There’s a sneer on the demon’s face as he strolls through his apartment early in the morning. It’s too early for even the birds to be awake, or for the public workers to be going around cleaning. The whole world is blanketed in silence, slumber taking most of its inhabitants for at least another hour.

He stares at young man sprawled out across his bed with a clear distaste, rather annoyed that his space is again being claimed by someone else. He needs to stop letting people in.

His expression changes, though, as he watches the rise and fall of Sehun’s chest, a nearly silent reminder that he is alive, and he is a person with feelings and hopes and dreams, even if he doesn’t seem like it most of the time. Is this what it’s like to experience sonder?

He’s not sure if he’s still frowning or if he just looks as tired as he feels, a bone-deep weariness that took root around the ninth century and has since plagued him.

"So stupid."

He needs to rub the gunk from his eyes as he takes the few steps over to his kitchenette and opens up the fridge to find something to drink. Sleeping on the couch sucks.

"Not sure why I even like you so much," he rambles, "You’re probably the only kid I’d take a bullet for." He snorts, quietly. "You’d be the one dumb enough to be in the line of fire."

He pulls out a bottle of water and shuts the refrigerator.

Seungjun scowls, staring down at the small creature before him. He was pretty sure Sehun had been about twenty-looking last night. Or had he just imagined the last few hundred years?

February 11th, 2006,