#lowskey

                    " listen, if he's that much of a bother, i can get rid of him. for you, free of charge. "

              “  so  ,  it's  true  .  .  ”  taunting  words  paired  with  an  amused  countenance  leave  no  room  for  friendly  introductions.  the  stranger  chances  forward  ,  arms  crossing  over  his  chest  as  he  eyes  the  man  before  him.  “  someone  told  me  the  infamous  oh dante  was  living  amongst  the  humans  so  naturally.  i  didn't  believe  them.  ”  far  from  the  truth.  jio  spent  a  lot  of  time  in  a  position  that  oversaw  the  life  of  someone  close  to  dante.  he  knew  all  about  the  fellow  demon  and  his  growing  struggles  to  contain  who  he  really  was.  for  years  he  watched  —  no  matter  how  hard  he  forced  it  deep  within  himself  ,  the  truth  was  bound  to  break  from  his  restraint  eventually.  the  truth  of  his  origin  ;  his  other  half.  jio  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  take  this  truth  and  bring  it's  tale  to  the  underworld  where  the  other  man  had  become  a  falsified  legend.  far  from  who  he  really  was.  how disappointing. how  pathetic.  “  everyone  thinks  you're  dead.  isn't  a  shame  to  waste  away  as  nothing  up  here  ,  when  you  could  be  everything  down  there  ?  ”

          nico's quiet,    quieter than he usually is,    even,    as he lies on the warmth of her bed.    and he's watching her,   too,   gaze lazily following her form as she moves through her room instead of paying attention to him.    her absence by his side,    however,     wasn't the reason of his quietness.    he keeps eyeing her until frankie's turning her back to him.    "    are you mad at me?    "    he asks,    breaking the silence,    "    i came at a wrong time?     are you busy?    "

" —NO.. " IT'S THE FIRST thing he's said in this now ten minute endeavor. his face presses into the pillow before slowly lifting his head. eyes are hooded, cheek smushed into the cushion while julian finally looks at the culprit trying to get him out of bed. " dude, " his voice is groggy, a sign of a deep sleep. " i'm like, trying to sleep here. you're being mean. " he doesn't know what time it is, or what the other could possibly want, but julian's already dozing off again before he could get an answer.

" what's the reason you're on my ass about it ? is it really that big of a deal ? "

it  all  had  happened  so  fast.  cynthia  has  never  been  one  to  back  out  of  a  confrontation,  hell,  she  seeks  confrontations  majority  if  not  all  the  time.  this  had  been  no  different.  the  brunette  has  been  frustrated  at  the  fact  that  nothing  was  being  done  to  keep  her  stalker  away.  she  tried  the  restraining  order,  blasting  him  on  social  media––  the  whole  nine  and  nothing  changed.  if  anything,  he  became  more  persistent.  however,  things  had  gone  too  far  this  final  time.  the  weirdo  somehow  managed  to  sneak  his  way  into  the  elevator  that  led  straight  into  to  her  loft.  he’d  been  waiting  for  her  to  get  home  all  day.  the  hostile  encounter  led  to  cynthia  accidentally  delivering  a  fatal  stab  wound  with  the  knife  she  grabbed  out  of  desperation.  she  just  wanted  to  scare  him  off,  not  actually  kill  him.  blood  pooled  round  the  body  and  she  stands  frozen,  eyes  wide.  she  doesn’t  even  hear  when  jiho  comes  home.

       ❝ aigoo... you get a few more minutes, and that’s only because you offered to do so many NICE things for me,❞ insu teased, making sure that the eye roll was visible to her in that moment. she really didn’t need to do all of that and he will insist that she doesn’t, noted in the way he tucked her frame in closer to his own the moment limbs returned around her. ❝ hmm, i’m not sure how you plan on getting my things ready when you’re stuck here with me though. sounds like someone’s lying? ❞ eyes gazed down at her through his lashes, honeyed tone seeping from his lips as the corners of them quirk upwards.

                    “  you  know,  that  guy  that  rhys  has  been  seeing  broke  up  with  him  because  he  won’t  stop  singing  taylor  swift  in  bed.  ”  whoops,  wrong  conversation.  “  i  mean,  because  we’re  always  busy  and  can’t  be  here  all  the  time.  kind  of  wish  i  could  be  suave  and  subtle  when  i  ask  you  this,  but:  are  you  gonna  break  up  with  me?  ”