it’s not that he’d ever tried it before, but it was so much easier to have something that didn’t require anything like a microwave, an oven, or a stove. there was a time when the humans had nothing electrical of the sort and required fire for anything raw, and ethan then still preferred the freshest of the fresh. the red meat taken from steers and swine left a taste that did not agree with his tongue. while the ones from poultry were more acceptable, he still preferred the creatures from the sea.
it’d been a conflict between him and junmyeon before about his choice of food, the look of disgust on his face especially when the fish was still wriggling in his hands. the other however never once complained about the meals, but neither did he ever voice any kind of open honesty like his tenant did.
once in awhile, out of curiosity, he’d think about the stovetop and the fire in his kitchen, and to make something with it. the humans on the television made it look so easy with the way they’d toss vegetables in the frying pan, but ethan, ever the impatient one, did not know of mittens and determining when the pan was hot. the swore came off using his native tongue, and he brought some cold water up to his fingers to create a dome against the burn. in his irritated state, his thoughts spoke in latin, and he scowled down at the innocent pan now sizzling with the salmon steak. “obsolete pieces of waste.”
with the information that he received recently, ethan would be far from admitting that the concern it brought up was out of his head. normally, such trivia would be disregarded, erased out of his mind to leave room for topics and information that really mattered, but one small detail from what the man had mentioned could go overlooked. the fact that the name being dropped happened to be within the same vicinity where he’s known a few people would be a coincidence at best, but ethan took it as anything but. he couldn’t let the other party get away with this if it was meant compromising what he’s worked up until now. ethan had to take care of the problem before it posed a serious threat to anything, like squashing a moulting insect right when it was the most vulnerable.
but this was something he couldn’t do alone.
he stayed back, following the other around, but he doubted he was hidden when he could even feel the other’s presence from this distance. so he widened his stride. “minseok.” ethan approached him with the usual casual demeanor, slowing down when he was finally next to him. he knew how to be inconspicuous when he wanted to be, but that unfortunately did not happen as often as it should. “fancy some information gathering? the less that you know of it, the better it will be.”
his face twists at the curt reply he gets, nose scrunching up a little in distaste and eyes easily rolling all the way to the back of his skull, the annoyance he’s feeling about it clearly visible because baekhyun’s never been one to shield, hide away his negative emotions. it’s rather the good ones, the ones of happiness and other positive sensations that he locks away from his face, from his heart, pretending that he’s never felt them before.
but ethan doesn’t need him to show them anyway, still wants him, to be around him despite that because they still tend to be similar in some way, they still have a lot of shared history.
that’s the reason baekhyun only grunts, “harsh,” back at him, without any indication that he’s hurt in any way because of it. because he isn’t. eyes flutter shut quickly to shield themselves from being blinded by the sudden light breaking through the darkness of the apartment. “you can still hear it. even with closed windows, so why do you need to see it too?” isn’t the sound of waves the shit humans listen to for calmness? it’s listening to the sea, not looking at it.
he could even open up the windows to let the sound flow inside freely.
instead, ethan seems to prefer to torture baekhyun, seems to prefer going against everything that is baekhyun. “i have no cat there, though,” is his only answer, gaze not even flickering to the other as he continues to brush over the soft fur of the animal next to him. but ethan manages to get his attention almost a second later, the next moment – the awareness of what’s going to happen causing him to. what an asshole; what is he trying to prove? when the curtains are ripped open, baekhyun reaches behind him, pulling the sheets over his body and draping the cat underneath it as well. the darkness around him remains as good as it can. “you’re only doing this to annoy me,” he says, words muffled because of the fabric.
“the way that you enjoy the darkness is similar to how i need the ocean around me.” it lifted his senses; being so close to the ocean meant smelling the salty sea air, being able to listen to the waves crashing against the rocks, and seeing the water flowing freely everywhere it could reach. it was easier to keep his powers under control when there was so much water around him, and his fingers fidget from the thought of being without. the horizon did not give his home justice, but he supposed that, as the humans say, it was only just brushing the surface of something so vast and beautiful.
he turned around towards the other, ethan’s stature casting a rough shadow against the lump on his bed where the other was hiding. his cat didn’t seem to want to move from its spot, and neither did his company. “i could ask you a similar question. would you be satisfied with only seeing a picture of the darkness, or would you rather immerse yourself in it?” it was a rhetorical question, given the state that he found baekhyun in his room. ethan would honestly let baekhyun enjoy his time in the darkness for the duration of his stay, but this was dependent on ethan’s mood. right now, he wanted the view. “i cannot stay in the water for too long in this body. humans are not equipped to endure the deep, so i have to settle for what i can have of it now.”
with the bathroom near, ethan summoned the water from the faucets to his hand until it collected to a small dome covering his palm. “was that your purpose of being here today without my presence? for the cat?” he flicked drops of water onto the covers, startling uyu and causing it to dash off the bed. “you could make yourself useful and feed it then.”
( ethan is one person yifan feels completely at home and unashamed with; while his apparent coldness could put many people off, his frank, blunt nature reassured the card, to an extent. it didn’t hurt that they were of the same type, and so there were no worries about his powers or capture, only an ability to relate and switch languages at ease. ) so. ( he’s settled at a table in the corner of the coffee shop, fingers tapping at his styrofoam cup, facing the man in question. latin flows from his lips, voice hushed, typical standards to disguise their conversation. ) work has been… interesting. it’s been so long yet humans continue to be surprising. did you know that some people have a thing for… tentacles? i thought maybe you’d be able to help me with how that works.
(* the black water the humans enjoyed drinking was too bitter against ethan’s tongue, but covering the taste with cream and sugar seemed to defeat the purpose of buying the drink in the first place. while his company settled on his own cup, ethan decided on the tea steeped with peppermint, and he let it cool down while watching the wisps of steam float up from the mug. *) by means of tentacles? how unusual for their kind. are they not satisfied with their own bodies? (* he replied back in the same tongue. their usual conversations would cause the patrons adjacent to them to look at the two with surprise in their eyes; two tall males with an appearance similar to theirs speaking a language that was not familiar in their location. ethan learned to ignore the way they eavesdropped. *) it’s similar to the way of the humans: one tentacle is reserved for reproduction that they present to the female. do the tentacles make a difference?
he’s not really that interested in modelling. but it makes good money and he’s been approached more than once by various people on the street trying to ‘cast’ him. usually jongin would’ve brushed it off and thought little about it but the money doesn’t sound too bad. and his dad has been up to the same shit again.
jongin’s getting a little desperate.
somehow –– one way or another –– he’s formed this weird friendship with ethan, despite the latter being a card and jongin being a hero more or less tired of life. he doesn’t think much about it when he drags ethan with him. after all, if jongin was tall then ethan was well.. a tower.
“it’s an audition kind of thing… and i sort of need someone to help me take pictures. come on ethan, you have to help me,” he says, trying his best to explain the situation. “i can take pictures of you too! it’s win-win!”
ethan didn’t mind jongin’s company, especially when the other was generous sharing information about common names and habits that ethan had no knowledge about. there was a lot he had to learn to blend in, but on the other hand, a lot of it was also trivial information he did not want to bother with. jongin was a human that he knew he could somewhat rely on, which meant his acceptance to jongin’s request that much easier to make.
“modeling?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of him and leaning back against the chair. “i’m used to working with live subjects, that i can help you with. however, a camera is an unfamiliar medium.” he knows that his phone possesses one, but it’s a rarity that he would open the application to use it himself. usually when he opened his gallery, a new picture of his cat or a ‘selfie’ of one of his friends would be added when he had no recollection of taking.
“i would rather not have pictures of myself, i would have no use for them. but i am willing to help you. are you asking me to take pictures of you, or would you like me to find someone more capable for the task?”
It wasn’t often that Taeyeon went out anymore. She had real life obligations now. It was even less common for her to go out with her fellow coaches from the company.
It just wasn’t something she really did.
And she certainly didn’t make it a usual practice for her to be on her own, lost the others somewhere in the third or fourth bar, and a little past way too drunk.
She was absolutely going to hate herself tomorrow.
Luckily a drunk Taeyeon could still walk, now a straight line was a stretch, but hey– it was 3 am. She didn’t have to share the sidewalk.
This, unfortunately, wasn’t a note that anyone else got because as she was just strolling along, content and a little unsteady, Taeyeon managed to clip shoulders with a poor guy.
(It’s important to note that shoulders meant her shoulder– his arm. Damn these tall people. And another one for the record is that fact that she did veer into him and was not to blame in any part whatsoever.)
But still, a drunk Taeyeon is a feistier Taeyeon than usual and in a rather commanding tone (she’ll later be impressed she managed such a thing) she rounds on her heel, a poor decision for her balance, and her fingers curl in his shirt collar.
“Watch where ya’ goin!” And then she pulls a fist back and simply… punched the man. It was probably a sight, the little Taeyeon, a whole 160 cm with giant, as she stood on her tip toes and he leaned down at her incessant tugging of his shirt.
However, right when her fist connects, rings digging into her skin and no doubt her’s, she goes down. A little too drunk for her own good and such a swift move send her crumpling to the ground, a series of yelps coming from her.
Oh, god. She was going to throw up.
@ccethan
inebriation wasn’t a new concept to ethan, but it sure was intriguing (and a bit of a nuisance) to see at night. the way the humans changed when the sharp smelling liquid was in their system, how they’d turn boisterous and the way their inhibitions lowered, came out as a surprise the first time he’d encountered it. their basic physical abilities were even a challenge to them with the way their shoulders swayed side to side, sometimes needing their companion to even their balance, only to lose one of their shoes in the process from the way they shuffled their feet. he’d rather avoid being around others who were in such state; the brash, overconfidence they exhibited towards him was a thorn to his side.
and a perfect example of this came in the form of a tiny woman who brushed against him.
it was not his fault at all when he was minding the roads and the people walking. imbalance was working against the woman’s favor, and ethan had to be at the receiving end of that: all the strength she could muster, causing him to stumble forward to feel the punch against his face. his side felt numb, and a throbbing pain came in its place as it subsided. what was even worse was that the woman immediately passed out like she had expended all her energy, and weight, onto him.
he groaned from the recklessness of the woman, and he had the strong notion to leave her where she stood, for her own actions caused her to become like this. she was light, however, and was able to shift her around to carry her in between his arms. great, how he had his own injury to nurse and a woman to deal with. how did he get into this situation?
the room is covered in complete darkness, curtains drawn shut so tightly in an attempt to block out every tiniest stripe of sunshine, keeping away every single shimmer of light because baekhyun hates it. he dislikes the sun and the shine it brings every single day, feels only safe in the embrace of the pitch-black dark and as long as he’s alone he can do what he wants – he can enjoy this moment to the fullest.
and he should, because he knows that it won’t stay like this for long.
soon, ethan will come back. he will return home and he will complain while pushing apart every single one of those curtains he shut so carefully to let those huge windows do their job. fuck that view on the ocean, to be honest. baekhyun doesn’t care about all that water but he knows ethan cares. it’s annoying. a sigh slips past baekhyun’s lips as he falls back onto the mattress of the bed that’s placed in the room, sheets soft in a familiar sensation from how many times he’s been curled up in between them.
that’s when the door to the apartment clicks open and baekhyun’s eyes flicker towards the entrance. he couldn’t enjoy it anymore, he easily ruined that moment all by himself. seems like he’s good at that – ruining things.
“ever thought about getting yourself black curtains?” he speaks into the darkness instead of the common ‘welcome back’, announcing himself even though it’s not needed at all as his fingers reach out next to him to bury themselves in the soft fur of ethan’s cat, the actual reason why he’s here in the first place.
the keycode of the door chimed through to let ethan into his home, greeted with only the light of the hallway illuminating everything in its path and his silhouette painting the floor. there’s no doubt in his mind that baekhyun welcomed himself in when those closed curtains were enough of a commonality with him. not even so much as a message on his phone of his arrival, but ethan hardly checked his phone anyway.
he who lived in the shadows felt vulnerable in the light. the other complained about his large windows more times than he could count, and yet they always lied on deaf ears. he thought of the irony baekhyun’s job brought him when he was forced to work when the sun was up, especially when there were other occupations that started at dusk. but the other was adamant that delivering pizza was enough for him, and ethan thought his aspirations were lying incredibly low.
“no,” he sternly responded back, turning on the light to the common room and placing his bought item onto the kitchen table. “i could enjoy the darkness as much as you can, but the sea calms me.” he was used to the darkness as much as baekhyun was, having awakened from the depths. but the water was against his skin then, as well as the icy cold temperatures that came with it.
ethan stepped into the bedroom to lay eyes on the other, crossing his arms in front of him and leaning against the door frame. “last i remember, you have your own accommodations. this is my next where we follow my rules and go by my choices. and i choose to have the curtains open.” pulling open the ones in the common room would have been enough for him, but he walked over to the bedroom window to shine what was left of the sunlight onto baekhyun to prove a point.
i had to queue this post because i wouldn't be around for the cardcaptors opening, but i also didn't want to miss the ones who were on. ;u;
well hello there! i'm not good with intro posts actually, so this will be kept short. this here is my boy ethan. he's a revamp of the sand card muse who i had when cardcaptors was around last year. he moved to being the ocean card, but his outlook towards humankind is still pretty neutral.
i haven't had the time to put any pages up, but i might have time during the weekend to work on them! for now, here's a few things about him:
he's a sculptor! he usually uses clay as his medium and maybe occasionally stuff like seashells that get washed up on the shore. leans towards abstract art as well as the disturbing
also a smuggler: can pretty much get you anything you need. he takes other types of trades for items aside from money. ;)
... treasures. he likes collecting historical items, but also would accept payment in the form of things his clients wouldn't easily give away (or really, get creative).
pescetarian: pretty much doesn't eat any meat other than what comes from the sea
dark humor: his favorite type which he unintentionally makes himself too because he has no sense of humor
wouldn't get popular culture references either, and avoids using technology when he can. he's horrible at texting
and here are some plots for him that i'd like to do and definitely not limited to just these:
freaking someone out about what can be found in the ocean
someone who criticizes his artwork
a person who takes him to an arcade and watches him be frustrated over air hockey and fighting games
asking him for help and ethan actually makes the situation worse
if there's nothing that you’re interested in poking at, then i would love to plot something out with your muses! i’m pretty much open to anything we can think of. please like this post, i'll read your pages and come around to you once i'm finally on a computer again. \o/
his dreams sometimes go back to his years as a dragon; long, scaly, body swimming through the sand. he was more menacing that time when it was easy to stand tall in front of the humans, them looking up to him who was the size of a skyscraper in these modern days. as a dragon, he was feared and occasionally respected by the people in the east, and some brave souls would come and face him and his companion as an attempt to cease their murderous actions. no mere mortal had succeeded.
morals was never a word that ever passed his ears, only pleasure. he saw how the other monsters dealt with the humans, the ones whose magic were able to cut through flesh or rip them open from the inside. those were the first times he’d seen how it looked, how splintered the bone could get and how the intestines slid out when nothing held them back. he saw how much blood their victims carried and how it splattered on any surface and stained its surroundings like an abstract painting.
there were moments when the vessel’s limbs were scattered about and made a mess in its wake. for anyone considering stitching it back together to give it some semblance of what it once was were met with an impossible task when it lived no longer; permanent scars left that no magic would be able to rid of.
the sand dragon had no such abilities of his own, but he preferred the slow torture and watching the expression on their faces as they not always came to terms with their demise.
he saw people in these earlier days falling into his traps and sinking into the quicksand, suffocating under the pressure and the lack of air. the ones who struggled and panicked were the unfortunate souls the dragon took pride in, and he enjoyed watching them as they held their last breaths before they lied motionless in the sand.
it was his fun to play with a population that seemed to multiply so quickly, to replace each other so quickly; as one died, there was always another who stepped in to fill the empty role. these humans became his playthings, a game gambling their life for the sake of capturing his.
but this thrill wasn’t the only reason he continued on with his actions. in his travels, he'd pass by petrified bodies as he swam, frozen in place and a perfect picture of their death. hard as rock but also fragile, skinny, hollow, discolored and disfigured. some looked peaceful with their arms crossed in front of each other. others were in a fetal position and limp hands close to the broken bone of their rib cage. some still had the weapon that killed them lodged in their bodies. it was an art form he appreciated and something he had considered recreating himself. various attempts were taken; as one kill didn't turn out the way he wanted, he learned for the next one.
in the next moment, he surfaced from the sand and found himself in his human form, the yellow of the sunset a constant color throughout the sky. as he turned around, the piles of corpses a mountain high was his medium, and the sand was his endless canvas.
a giant wall stood tall and wide enough to provide several bodies strung in the air. they were methodically placed to show movement frame by frame of someone jumping off a high building. hooks pierced through skin and stretched it impossibly taut to get the corpses in his ideal position.
another one, the body mutilated but stitched loosely back together, had ropes strung through limbs and hung down like a marionette. one tug from the string pulled up the limb to give it a false sense of living.
he became surrounded by his art.
the sand dragon now would not recreate these pieces when the smell of a rotting flesh was anything but pleasant, but sehun would still wake up from these dreams with inspiration in his head and his hands itching to move. his medium always changed depending on how complicated the piece was that he wanted to portray, and time had no limit when his concentration was completely undivided.
no matter if the sun or moon was up, he would leave his apartment and visit the studio before the vivid imagery faded into the grey abyss of his memories.
Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together.
it’s not always that he came to the beach to make sculptures, neither was it always his intention to mess around with the other parties while they were there. sehun’s mind was at a constant activity, so more often than not, boredum crept up to him before he was even aware of it.
in his years of living, he found ways to combat it usually through art forms. his inspiration to recreate images from his imagination had improved more through practice, and therefore easier to carry out. one of his first mediums was in his own element, so habit or not, his hands always moved through the sand.
but tracing lines or building upon his base structure right in front of him proved difficult when someone’s dogs were running around; young and curious, and wagging tails throwing sand from his project every which way.
he sputtered when those grains landed on his face, and he wiped it off with his hands rather than use magic. “could you control your animals?” he asked his company with an irritated sigh. using his magic to create a barrier that the dogs couldn’t get through would save him a lot from this hardship, but these were dogs. harmless creatures, at least these ones were, who had the same fun-seeking intentions as sehun did.
he still doesn’t know the name of his companion, but neither did he have the desire to know, content with calling her “you” or “that girl” when in turn she would come up with more nonsensical nicknames that sehun may or may not appreciate (sandmon? easy to understand as a portmanteau. sandshrew? still made no sense to him). it was a coincidence to find her at the beach as well, but sehun would be lying if he said she wasn’t a welcome sight.
swish swish
sputter
if only he could say it moreso to her energetic dogs.
an idea hit him then to maybe distract them, guessing that he’d end up using his powers either way. his fingers wiggled around to create a handful of tiny sand crabs moving about. one of them snuck behind a pet to pinch lightly at its tail.
sehun smirked the more the dogs paid attention to the crustaceans. well, why didn’t he think of this before? little did they know, he was guiding the closer to the ebb and flow of the shore, watching them jump about with their paws sinking as they stood on the wet sand.
this turned out to be a much more interesting play time as opposed to flicking sand at their owner.
sehun groaned as the bullet tore through his skin. smoke rose from the barrel of the man’s gun, and the searing pain burned through his knee.
“where’s my money?”
he clenched his teeth to lessen the sensation, pretend like that didn’t just happen, but while his head remained bowed down, there was no doubt about the hole in his jeans and the black from the gunpowder around it becoming evidence enough of how it got there.
just a moment ago, he was standing by and trying to fathom how humans were able to make such technology by reading up on it at the expo. the next moment, he felt himself being pulled again. it was that same pull from earlier, the one that brought him to the stupid convention in the first place, that same one he was trying to get a read on earlier but failed. and he felt that same pull taking him down a hole. fuck.
then came a checkerboard, and monsters standing on the other side waiting for the game master's move. he hated enough that he couldn’t pick his feet up and find a way out of this place, and now a monster engulfed him into the darkness. double fuck.
the darkness faded, and he found his hands tied behind a chair while a group of thugs with guns stood before him. every time he resisted their question, he received a punch to his gut, a cut against his leg, and most recently a bullet to his knee. it was a typical setup for someone who got themselves in trouble with friends in low places, but he felt no relation to these people and no fear in their supposedly intimidating glares.
for this was not his fear. he was living someone else’s.
injuries like these were no big deal when he’s endured worse, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. flexing or moving his leg in any way meant feeling the solid bullet lodged between and rubbing against muscle. he’ll have to take it out sooner or later before his skin closed up around it or else he’d have to dig it out himself with a knife. he’d think he would be used to it from the number of times baekhyun’s stabbed him in the past, but the slow burn of a blade through his skin and meat and the blood gushing away from the wound was never a pleasant experience.
“tell me where my money is, or face losing your other knee,” the man threatened, aiming the gun down and pressing it against the denim. for a human, he could see why they would beg and plead to be spared. injuries like that ones he received would take ten times the length for them to heal from. unfortunately for them, sehun was not human.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
the man seethed from his answer, but instead of pulling the trigger, he swung the barrel of the gun across sehun’s cheek hard. the force of the impact turned his face to the side and left it numb, rough metal edges that came in contact with his skin made an imprint that started blooming an ugly purple. “bullshit. you’re going to tell us what we want to know.”
sehun turned to face them again, but his eyes lowered in a glare. they managed to beat him up enough that his breath came out in shallow pants as he spoke. “what you need to know is that you should be running as fast as you can away from here if you want to live.” this was starting to get annoying when people thought they’ve gotten the upper hand on him. he was ready to show them that they were sorely mistaken.
the man laughed at his words, but paid them no heed. it was their own big mistake for not taking him seriously. his hands might be tied, but his fingers were not, and he slipped sand between the rope knots to loosen them up.
“i’m going to give you one last warning.”
“that should be my line, honestly.”
another incredulous laugh, probably in admiration to sehun’s cockiness, but he couldn’t blame them. the man struck his face again in the same place, knowing the excruciating pain it would cause although sehun didn’t give him the satisfaction of crying out. but that still really fucking hurt.
“do you think this is a joke?”
the gun was now pointed at his face. sehun didn’t blink. the binding against his wrist and torso were now free, and he started slipping the sand beneath their feet.
“maybe for me, but it wouldn’t be for you.”
before anything else could be said, he pulled sand below them like a carpet. their backs hit the ground, and most of them ended up wheezing from the wind knocked out of them. he used this opportunity to break free from the ropes and roll out of the line of fire before the others could draw their guns. the men started shooting at where they saw him hide, but he used his sand to whip out the gun out of one’s grip and turned another for them to shoot their ally instead.
there was one man in the way of their leader, and sehun made quick work of him by lunging out of his cover and using his momentum to slam him to the ground. the impact hit his bad knee, and he yelped out but moved forward with the use of his better leg. it brought him right behind his target who he managed a hold on to use as a shield; it resulted to this, using one of them as a hostage when he didn’t have enough sand around him to bury them to the ground like he wanted.
“you don’t have it in you,” the man challenged, but despite that, he could feel the trembling of his knees and he reeked of fright. sehun almost had to laugh at how quickly his face turned when he became the victim.
human necks were so fragile, so easy to bend and break. sehun just had to hold the shoulders steady with his arm while the other one wrapped around his head. the man underneath struggled, gripping at him to push them away, but sehun was stronger. with a burst of strength, he pulled his arms quickly away from each other to twist the man’s neck. there came a loud CRACK! and he struggled no more. the man’s body fell limp, head lying at an unnatural angle and eyes permanently widened from the sudden pressure.
that seemed to send a wake up call to the others, holding sehun now at gunpoint, but he could see their eyes shaking.
he never flinched. instead, he patted the dust off his jacket before looking at them again. his hand lifted up, and he flicked his wrist as if to shoo them away. “run along now, unless you want worse than what this guy got,” he informed, pointing to the hollow shell of what was once a man. his voice didn’t sound threatening at all. it was calm, and a very eerie one at that compared to what he just did. he could see it instill fear in the underlings. “but we both know that we’ll be wasting my time and your life.”
the one closest to the door struggled to get it open in his haste, but he ran out the moment it was free. following him was another man, and then another until sehun was left alone.
the only thing he was missing now was his navy blue cap, though he found it resting on the table nearby. while his knee was still recovering, he limped over to the table to reach for it, and dusted that off too before placing it snugly back on his head with a smirk.
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16. upside-down kiss
he caught him again at the beach, that same guy he played with the first time around with the shark. it was quite funny to see if he were honest, but little did sehun know he was going to be pursued by the guy later on only to be pinned to the wall and kissed hard enough to leave his lip swollen that day. really, he was an interesting character, but if he thought the encounter was going to be the end of it, someone was sorely mistaken.
this time he summoned up an octopus with his powers and he wasn’t trying to be sneaky about it at all. the octopus grabbed one of the boy’s ankles and hauled him over to sehun, holding him upside down to keep him still.
“at least it wasn’t a shark this time, right?” he said with the most sarcastic smile he could muster (which wasn’t much when sehun’s face was pretty much set in stone on most days). “maybe i should just send them after you, after what you did to my last work.”
he also returned the favor from last time they met, bending forward and pressing his lips against his. except this time, he was more gentle about it. no bruising, no blood; just the playful tease that he was.
“can’t wait until the next time we meet. i look forward to it.” and in true dramatic fashion, sehun turned the other way to keep his distance. his octopus didn’t release the other boy and melt back into the sand until he was a few steps away.
