Treehouse AU - Open Post.

[adistraction]

……..it is what it is.

Just Clarify in the Subject Line, cause brains are dumb.

 

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[adistraction]

[ 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.

Before looking at the window. ]

Idiot. Don’t buy designer in white.

[ he mutters… ]

White is just a stain magnet.

[narcolepsy]

And who takes care of me?

[ the whine is overexaggerated, mostly to hide that he's feeling out of place and a little vulnerable too, an intentional or unintentional third wheel. but he looks to hunter next. ]

And don't say you will, it doesn't count and you shouldn't even be standing up.

[ and of course sungki means baein. who else here is a megacorporation owner with more money than he really cares for? baein is, that's who. he could buy you a truck of shirts, but who even needs that? ]

Maybe I'll buy you a red one instead. It wouldn't even show up on it.

[ now he's just being annoying on purpose, crossing his arms where he's sitting on the bed and trying to look like he's not actually hurting right now. ]

[adistraction]

[ Hunter waves Baein off a little - he is fine. The bleeding has stopped and hes ignoring the pain for now.

But with Sungki gone, he watches the window for a long moment, already wanting him to come back. But does he feel bad about what he knows is about to happen? No. Should he? He feels like he’s supposed to, but he just can’t find the shits to give.

They dug their own graves.

He finally takes a breath and goes back to the bed where he gingerly lays back down onto it to give the wings somewhere to lay and stop tugging at healing flesh. ]

I’ll take care of you.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein just huffs and tilts to the side, slowly easing himself down on the bed, facing hunter. his expression is caught in something soft but bittersweet, almost. ]

You're as injured as me. Just rest instead.