* ╰ with ágata —— @ofagatas !
* ╰ EDEN IS NOTHING BUT A HEARTBEAT, BREATH, AND SWEAT as he pushes through the night air ; gravel crunching beneath his running feet as he hastens to ágata’s place. she’d called him and asked him to come over not much longer than half an hour ago ; her words were so quiet, like perhaps she had fallen somewhere dark and she was lost. eden was a soft spoken man ; someone who never raised his voice —— but a gentle tremble in the sound of ágata’s voice made eden want to scream, and before the call had even finished eden had found himself dressed in mismatched clothes and running out of the house like a mad man —— wanting, needing to reach ágata as soon as possible. there was a panic that had fallen in a veil over eden’s mind, and he had no thought of calling a cab, or even calling sihyun for a ride —— running, running, running ; he was running to ágata.
by the time eden reaches ágata’s doorstep he’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his chest moves in a rapid rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. he allows himself just one moment to recover ; taking a deep breath in, and then one out, before he raps with a gentle urgency at the wood of the front door.
“ ágata ? darling, it’s me —— it’s eden. ”



















