[before anything else, lavender starts to cry. sungki hears it even from a few rooms away, along with daeshim's hushed but worried voice. what should be a normal sound for a baby is actually quite ominous, like the cawing a crow as it flies through the night, or the sound of a baying black dog just outside your window.
lavender doesn't cry, and he's already wondering what will follow when hunter's panicked voice tears through his mind, sharper than ever before. sungki hisses at it, but also at how his name isn't the only one on his boyfriend's mental tongue. it's not even first.
to be addressed later. the fae stands and leaves their room, glancing in the direction of lavender's crying, which seems to have gotten louder. dae will be properly distracted for awhile. he continues on to the bathroom, a quick march, but he doesn't run. his face is impassive, even if his heart is pounding against his ribs like the wild animal it is. he barely even pauses at the closed bathroom door, the doorknob already molten and dripping before sungki pushes it the rest of the way open.
he knows the smell of hunter's blood intimately. and the painted room is so thick with it that he can even taste it on his tongue. something in him tenses, but he still doesn't panic - hunter isn't dead. their lives are still tied together, so as long as he has breath, the other breathes too. he is hunter's literal lifeline, because the assumption was that he was the more fragile, vulnerable of the two.
looking down at him now, sungki isn't so sure anymore.
he takes in a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and then crouches down to stroke his fingers along hunter's hair.]
I knew you were a monster. I didn't realize that you were the worst kind.
[the monsters that still have mankind fooled, so many still believing that angels are on their sides, never realizing that their "prayers" are as binding as any fae dealing. sungki smiles at him fondly, but that smile drops as he looks at the two of them tangled together. he reaches to try and pry bae's fingers from him, and if successful, carefully lifts hunter to carry him to their room.
he gives bae's prone body a glance. he's someone else's problem.
a minute later and he returns for him too, grumbling human curses under his breath. the both of them will be carried to his and hunter's bed, placed careful onto their stomachs. the three mothlings emerge from the closet and approach.]
You know where Hunter keeps his first-aid kit. Take care of them as best you can. I'll handle the bathroom.
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Date: 2023-01-24 03:10 pm (UTC)lavender doesn't cry, and he's already wondering what will follow when hunter's panicked voice tears through his mind, sharper than ever before. sungki hisses at it, but also at how his name isn't the only one on his boyfriend's mental tongue. it's not even first.
to be addressed later. the fae stands and leaves their room, glancing in the direction of lavender's crying, which seems to have gotten louder. dae will be properly distracted for awhile. he continues on to the bathroom, a quick march, but he doesn't run. his face is impassive, even if his heart is pounding against his ribs like the wild animal it is. he barely even pauses at the closed bathroom door, the doorknob already molten and dripping before sungki pushes it the rest of the way open.
he knows the smell of hunter's blood intimately. and the painted room is so thick with it that he can even taste it on his tongue. something in him tenses, but he still doesn't panic - hunter isn't dead. their lives are still tied together, so as long as he has breath, the other breathes too. he is hunter's literal lifeline, because the assumption was that he was the more fragile, vulnerable of the two.
looking down at him now, sungki isn't so sure anymore.
he takes in a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and then crouches down to stroke his fingers along hunter's hair.]
I knew you were a monster. I didn't realize that you were the worst kind.
[the monsters that still have mankind fooled, so many still believing that angels are on their sides, never realizing that their "prayers" are as binding as any fae dealing. sungki smiles at him fondly, but that smile drops as he looks at the two of them tangled together. he reaches to try and pry bae's fingers from him, and if successful, carefully lifts hunter to carry him to their room.
he gives bae's prone body a glance. he's someone else's problem.
a minute later and he returns for him too, grumbling human curses under his breath. the both of them will be carried to his and hunter's bed, placed careful onto their stomachs. the three mothlings emerge from the closet and approach.]
You know where Hunter keeps his first-aid kit. Take care of them as best you can. I'll handle the bathroom.