[ Hunter wouldn’t ever lie to Sungki. He’s been tempted before but finds guilt nagging him too deeply to follow through. He made a vow to himself not to - the fae couldn’t lie to him (and he chooses to trust that he wouldn’t want to anyway) therefore he shouldn’t be able to either.
But he always sees that little fear in Sungki’s eyes.
It’s there now, but he doesn’t say anything.
He nods slowly and keeps his eyes on him; noting every movement, every detail even if he’d done that everyday since that first night in the yard.
And oh! He can take care of himself, thank you very much! —and yet he glances at the mothlings where they flutter: thank you.
So much keeps happening. Whiplash everywhere he looks——
And he glances at Baein with a look that says: He means you.
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Date: 2023-01-24 11:26 pm (UTC)But he always sees that little fear in Sungki’s eyes.
It’s there now, but he doesn’t say anything.
He nods slowly and keeps his eyes on him; noting every movement, every detail even if he’d done that everyday since that first night in the yard.
And oh! He can take care of himself, thank you very much! —and yet he glances at the mothlings where they flutter: thank you.
So much keeps happening. Whiplash everywhere he looks——
And he glances at Baein with a look that says: He means you.
Before looking at the window. ]
Idiot. Don’t buy designer in white.
[ he mutters… ]
White is just a stain magnet.