#iraviri

@iraviri : " i never feel quite comfortable when you're away. " / prompt.

❛    i   never   know   when   you're   coming   back.    ❜    the   words   come   out   sharper   than   she'd   intended.    it   was   almost…   angry   sounding.    but,    deep   down,    she's…    tired,    so,    so   tired.    the   kind   of   tired   someone   gets   after   waiting   for   too   long.    the   room   finally   settles   into   a   heavy   silence   once   her   voice   finally   slips   away.    outside,    the   city   continues   on   without   them,    the   lights   bleeding   through   the   thin   curtains    &    painting   the   room   with   long,    dark   shadows   across   their   figures.    life   continues   with   or   without   them,    but…    rena's   attention   is   sharply   fixed   on   his   figure. 

he's the   one   thing   her   programming   couldn't   quite   understand.    &    maybe…    that's   what   frustrated   her   the   most.    they   were   both   experiments   made   from   man's   hubris.    they   were   similar.    they   were   the   same.    (    …    weren't   they?    )    yet,    no   matter   what   connected   them,    he'd   always   put   a   wall   between   them.    it   wasn't   something   that   she   could   easily   overcome,    not   like   he'd   let   her,    anyway.

he'd   disappear   for   days,    sometimes   even   weeks!    &    yet   he   stands   there,    as   if   not   a   second   passed   by   from   their   last   meeting.    without   warning,    without   explanation.    &    then…    suddenly,    he   would   vanish   as   quickly   as   he'd   return,    almost   always   at   strange   hours,    &    always   in   silence.    he'd   sit   besides   her   for   a   few   fleeting   hours   while   the   rest   of   the   world   sank   in   silence.    sometimes,    they'd   speak,    sometimes,    they'd   merely   exist   in   silence.    sometimes,    all   they   shared   was   the   comfort   of   being   near   one   another.    rena   hated   how   used   to   it   she'd   become.

but,    the   moment   people   were   watching…    he'd   denounce   her   like   nothing   happened.    

friend.    the   word   was   bitter   in   her   mouth.    he   says   it   so   easily,    like   the   late   nights    &    all   of   her   concern   meant   nothing.    as   if   she   hadn't   memorized   the   taps   on   her   window,    or   the   way   she   keeps   a   first-aid   kit   by   her   bed.    her   fingers   curl   into   her   sleeves,    swallowing   the   unfamiliar   ache   before   it   becomes   something   ugly.

❛ ' us? ' what, is it too lonely that you must bring me with you? ❜ a shrug of their shoulders is all the witch can offer, their countenance otherwise uncaring in matters regarding the nature of gods. their head lolled to the side, almost bored, to raise a brow at butch. was the prospect of being punished by the gods supposed to make her frightened? any sane person would have assumed so, but the gods have taken far too much from her to deserve any sliver of her devotion, much less her fear.

she did not know butch well enough to assume anything about him. ❛ if that is true, then they are all idiots who have far too much time on their hands to punish you and i specifically. ❜ in her own experience, the gods she knew hardly cared about anyone other than themselves to bother.

shrugs.

are you seongie's type?

❝  hum…  well,  first  of  all,  don't  cut  yourself  short.  i'm  sure  you're  plenty  funny.  and  if  not  —  you've  got  a  pretty  face,  i'll  laugh  at  whatever  you  say.  probably.  ❞

don't move? that was easier said than done. how could the idol possibly not want to squirm with how close butch was to him, to the point where he could practically feel his breath against his lips? still, seonghwa reluctantly does as he's told, fingers twitching at his sides as his eyelids rest heavy, almost falling shut as silence builds around them, adding to this [ ... ] odd tension that captures them both. and then before he knows it, soft warmth presses against his lips, and the roaring thoughts that filled his brain finally seems to calm down and rest. 

seonghwa breathes through his nose, letting his eyes flutter shut as he soon reciprocates, kissing butch back. kissing him felt good [ ... ] he couldn't explain it himself, but butch tasted and felt good against his lips, and he feels as if he wouldn't get enough. his hands moving to hold onto his hips, the touch is grounding, helps seonghwa grow more confident while he deepens the kiss, his heart beat steadying. he allows himself to linger close, to continue moving their lips together for another moment before he finally breaks away, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

"...wow. you're better than i thought." he murmurs, brows flicking upwards in realization from what he said. he licks his lips. "sorry, i didn't mean it like that. you were great. i uh... i liked it. a lot."