THERE'S NO GLORY IN LOVE.

It’s the moment of truth. Dark eyes flicker open, unfocused; Zero winces and whines, then begins to retch. The doctor offers him a large bowl to puke into, retrieved from his bag. Roxy looks on, unmoved, as her client vomits and cries, the skin around his bleary eyes raw and red.

She looks to Willow again, giving a slight nod. She doesn’t want to speak just yet; she has nothing nice to say, but an overdose is an overdose and he should be allowed a little comfort. 

"It's okay. I'm here." With Roxy here with the doctor, she's more inclined to be a little more proper. She sits up straight, maintains a polite, light tone in her voice that might otherwise wilt into too-deep sympathy. She overdosed on her sleeping pills early on into her transition. He was there to help her then. Willow offers him now the same comfort - as much as her touch and her care can give him, of course. "It'll be over soon. You'll feel better."

THIS  IS  WHERE  SHE  GETS  HER  FIRST  APOLOGY.         he  hangs  his  head  in  a  half  bow,  the  words  slipping  from  his  lips  half  hearted  and  a  little  reluctant.  he  feels  like  he  barely  knows  how  to  act  like  a  person  anymore.  the  persona  he  wore  once,  before  eden,  has  been  stripped  from  him,  leaving  him  raw  and  bare.  the  raw  beautiful  gem  of  art  and  rage  held  precious  by  the  hands  of  his  lover,  his  muse,  his  shadow,  his  god  —  he  forgets  that  he  has  to  conceal  it  in  front  of  people.

once  the  seal  is  broken,  it’s  hard  to  go  back.  she  seems  amused  by  it  —  right  now,  at  least.  he’ll  take  what  he  can  get.

“  alcohol  makes  it  worse  —  a-and  you  were  purposefully  poking  my  nerves,  don’t  think  i  don’t  know  what  you  were  doing!  ”        he  laughs  off  the  nerves  —  maybe  the  first  real  smile  she  has  seen  from  him  all  night.  or  since  they  have  met.  he  really  doesn’t  do  that  all  too  often  these  days.

“  you  scared  me,  almost  walking  into  traffic  like  that.  and  i  get  angry  when  i’m  scared  too  —  fight  response.  ”       

Some part of her wants to assure him she'd be fine, but it's kind of nice for someone to worry about her on such a human level right now. Like some part of her is still a person. Willow's not ready to break the illusion just yet. In the calm of her house, it's easy for her to brush off the sound of the traffic anyway, but for a brief moment there she really was afraid, too.

“  BECAUSE  I  NEEDED  YOUR  ATTENTION.  ”        and  that’s  one  hell  of  a  way  to  grab  it.  he  was  also  relieved  she  was  safe.

but  long  before  her,  wires  have  been  crossed.  his  rage  has  been  treated  as  erotic  for  some  time,  celebrated  and  pined  after.  rewarded  with  kisses  and  stranger  tender  acts  that  only  served  to  stoke  the  flames  further.  it’s  also  a  good  way  to  shut  someone  up.  it  also  serves  to  make  his  shadow  jealous.

he  likes  how  exciting  things  get  when  his  shadow  gets  jealous.

“  —  and  i  wanted  to.  and  i’m  drunk.  why  are  you  asking  that  all  of  a  sudden?  does  it  matter?  ”       a  sigh.  the  rest  of  his  water  is  placed  on  the  counter  as  he  paces.  he’s  still  annoyed  enough  not  to  apologize  but  as  he  simmers  down  he  wonders  if  that  was  the  best  thing  to  do.  she  seems  to  have  enjoyed  it,  she  doesn’t  seem  to  mind  at  all.  actually,  if  he  were  to  hazard  a  guess,  she  might  even  be  looking  forward  to  the  possibility  of  another  kiss.  he  stops  his  pacing  to  peer  at  her,  his  brow  furrowed  together.  why  in  the  world  would  someone  want  that?  is  she  sick?  she  deserves  better  than  all  of  that.

still,  no  apology.  she’s  not  likely  to  get  one.  the  scent  of  her  perfume  hits  him  and  his  cheeks  go  a  little  redder  than  they  already  have  been.  he  keeps  his  eyes  staring  into  hers  instead  of  tracing  the  length  of  her  bare  legs  like  he’d  like  to.

“  i  liked  it.  …  did  you?  ”

She seems satisfied by his answer, not too troubled by his nonchalance about it. She could take or leave a second kiss, but she feels a giggle bubble up in her throat when she thinks about the way he pressed her against the wall.

"It was a fun kiss," Willow admits. "I liked it too."

Even though he isn't looking, she feels where his gaze wants to go. She doesn't feel particularly smug or seductive about it - she would have dressed this way if he left her alone at the doorstep - but she does still blush a bit.

Two imposing men post themselves outside Zero’s bedroom door, and a third man—skinnier, handsomer, much less imposing—steps inside with his bag of tricks. He makes his way to the bed, gently folds the blankets off the limp, naked body within, and opens his bag. He smiles gently when he accidentally makes eye contact with Willow, but says little.

Roxy stands over the proceedings, hip cocked and arms crossed. She glances in Willow’s direction.

She watches the doctor work, finds herself feeling squeamish about the treatment and moves to the other side of the room. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she tries to bring some light back into her eyes and smiles at her reflection.

Is it convincing enough? Does she seem more alert, awake, alive?

Go back where you fucking belong.

❛ Your ship is being deconstructed. I can take you there tomorrow to extract any material you may want to keepsake. ❜

For its decay cannot survive the upcoming days with her. For anything on it that won't be metabolized here, will be cubed up and sent to some other planet. Likely the one Willow and her people will be sent to when Ekien decides which ones of his places will suit them better.

The dress Hara wears is a shade of pink made for her. It makes her body tell a blush unique towards her hereditary material. It winks at her knee to peak it. That is where a little blue bird sits as she pets its fluffy headtop. It coos a sleepy little song. If birds could smile like people do, it would.

❛ Maybe I suggest you make a necklace or bracelet out of something. ❜

Their survival might depend on a match he orchestrates for her, or perhaps the atomics that Hugo still possesses the key for. Willow had been excited to land, to meet new people and learn their customs; she has done a fair amount of people-watching since they got here. What she has learned is that they are nothing. They are homeless. With the destruction of her home raft, she has nothing but what Hugo has planned for her -- if anyone will even take her.

Hugo says someone will. She's pretty, after all, and has an enchanted air to her. She still bleeds blue, which will help.

Willow takes a shaky breath inward.

IN  THE  BATHROOM  HE  TAKES  A  MOMENT  TO  SPLASH  COOL  WATER  ON  HIS  FACE,      the  nape  of  his  neck,  careful  to  wipe  clean  any  stray  water  that  falls  onto  the  counter.  his  bangs  stick  together,  stick  to  his  forehead,  his  cheeks  still  burning  red  as  he  gazes  at  himself  in  the  mirror.  peers  at  the  split  in  his  lip  that  still  occasionally  leaves  a  metallic  taste  in  his  mouth.  he’s  no  stranger  to  this,  to  the  blood  caught  between  his  teeth,  to  the  weird  anger  fueled  desire.

he’s  not  even  here  and  he’s  a  looming  shadow  over  everything  jongwoo  does.  jongwoo  signs  and  exits  the  bathroom.

back  in  the  kitchen,  jongwoo  takes  the  water  that  was  poured  for  him  and  takes  a  nice,  long  and  cool  drink  of  it.  this  is  a  hangover  he  knows  he’s  going  to  feel  in  the  morning  —  he’s  already  dreading  it.

“  it’s  a  nice  house  —  ”        he  lifts  one  finger  from  the  glass  to  gesture  about.  he  feels  a  little  guilty  being  so  mean,  but  he’s  not  going  to  apologize.  he  feels  guilty,  but  not  sorry.        “  —  anyways.  you  need  to  be  more  careful  walking  around  busy  roads.  you  could  have  really  gotten  hurt.  ”

he  wonders  what  she  would  have  looked  like,  splayed  out  like  a  pinned  butterfly  under  the  car.  he  shutters  at  the  thought.

“  go  get  ready  for  bed.  ”       his  head  still  swims.  he’s  a  lot  more  drunk  than  he  wanted  to  be  tonight.  jongwoo  presses  the  cold  of  the  glass  to  his  temple.

If there is one, of course. The way he's acting right now makes her think she might not see him again after this. He might be to ashamed tomorrow... Which he seems eager to get to. Willow isn't tired in the least. She purses her lips, planning some sort of protest, but feels pretty childish when it comes to opening her mouth and saying something.

Willow gets up, disappears for a few minutes and returns bare-faced, wearing an oversized shirt and shorts for pyjamas. She smells like roses and mint mouthwash. She's happy he didn't leave while she was gone.

“  RIGHT.  THEN  YOU  LEAD  THE  WAY.  ”

it  was  a  bit  silly  for  him  to  try  and  lead  her  home  like  he  knew  where  he  was  going  at  all.  she’s  put  in  front,  her  wrist-leash  loosened  only  as  little  so  that  she  can  lead  him  where  they  need  to  go.  still,  even  despite  her  earlier  proddings,  he  looks  behind  him.  beside  them.  up  and  around  at  balconies  and  office  building  windows.  no  sign  of  his  shadow  anywhere.  was  he  really  being  that  paranoid?

he  doesn’t  stop  at  the  door  when  they  finally  make  it  to  her  place.  it  would  have  been  a  better  idea,  maybe,  to  leave  her  be  after  making  sure  she  got  to  her  driveway  safe  —  instead,  once  the  door  is  opened,  he  gives  her  a  gentle  shove  further  inside  the  door,  sliding  inside  right  behind  her.

he  gives  their  surroundings  one  final  look  before  he  shuts  the  door  behind  them,  locking  it  every  way  available.

“  drink  some  water,  you’re  going  to  get  a  headache  in  the  morning  if  you  don’t.  and  eat  something  too.  where  is  your  bathroom?  ”        bossing  her  around  like  he  owns  the  place.  like  he  didn’t  just  invite  himself  in  as  a  guest. 

Willow stumbles into her own home with a little squeak. She wasn't prepared for the shove! Doesn't mind it much either, though. Especially when he steps in behind her and locks the door. Rationally, Willow knows he probably wont kiss her again, but she can't help but feel giddy that he's here.

"You're so bossy." She laughs airily, already making her way over there. Willow pours him a glass, too, because she's a good host. "Bathroom's down that way. Last door on the left."