you are no stranger to being followed : a perpetual person of interest , addicted by the draw of attention [ wanted , unwanted ; what difference did it make ? ] . regardless , it gets tiring after a point , it has to ⎯⎯⎯ rarely do you ever choose to turn a blind eye to any kind of excitement that life may hand you , but when the wrong move is guarenteed to melt you down to nothing , the restriction of privacy becomes all the more prominent , heavy . even more infuriating : pretending that the gods are anything close to subtle , that they’re even half decent at covert .
perched atop the parapet with crossed legs , soaking up sun - light as if it makes a difference . you retreated up here after all the commotion ; some guy [ not some guy , you know better than that ; ling knows better than that ] taking down a business - man [ not a business - man ; the gods really need better disguises ] in the middle of the street , tackling him to the ground , dragging the eyes of every little thing to the two of them . there’s no real point in trying to disappear , but you could at least take advantage of the distraction and find some quiet , if only for a moment . the air hums , near - undetectable , and you know before @putresque speaks that they’re already here .
“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ... ” turn your head with the flit of gaze , the shade of tadhg coming to rest at the edge of your peripherals ⎯⎯⎯ the smile that follows suit bored , half - hearted , disinterest shown further through low tone as you continue , “ i love the attention and all , but it’d be nice to get a little privacy once in awhile . gods don’t really know what that means , though , do they ? ”
