Such faint ignorance to his presence brought forth the simmering of feverish intolerance, perhaps not his own. There in his bosom rested the spirituality of a life quite consuming, a fire that had been gifted by the kiss of darkened hands and accordingly beckoned by the seduction of equally hellish tone. Although, speech was not registered by that driving force. Luck had siphoned words to a stimulated mind, faintly moseying about the clouds of reminiscence betwixt the clarity of reality and back. Like a pendulum he could see Seonwoong as much as he could see, or rather feel, the unavoidable connection they now had and became incapable of ridding. It was a metallic taste that was abandoned in the corners of his ashen mouth to decipher whether it was forgotten sentiment or the remnants of cursed blood tinging the perplexity of his tongue. Never did he question it being of both that motioned his steps and nudged at his back. No bridging of two opposing emotions crossed his mind as eloquent gate brought him closer, yet only in physicality; litter over two feet did he sway harmoniously with the bustle of unique physiques that passed them by. Lives a river, and demons the very rocks that wished to halt them, but only if and when they were not stilling each other.Â
" Shocking that I am seeing you at all." Possibly this could justify his hand to reach out, as much as the human anxieties pleaded him not to. A brisk touch and nothing more than that to the solidity of a chest his digits splayed. They dare not linger upon realization, but draw back with rapidity, curling into his palm. " You look well." Oh, but how did he look with the niceties of unearthliness adorning his essence like thickly coated amber upon the corps of a fly. Pride so prominent and true in this moment of reuniting, but lest he was his own victim, he had no right to parade it; to showcase the withering of humanity and the arising trait that equaled them in the midst of those passing seconds when emerald flickered and slivered pupils fixated upon trivial things, such as the passing of clouded breath hitherto his own withholding of it.Â
Needn't any flaunt had he; subtle refinery in etiquette, structure in poise, lucidity in charm per incantation - tender niceties coalesced under the standard of blatancy keenly emblazoned into the sanguine firmament whose blood oozed as sacrifice, a testament to irrefutable change. Difference, who in its essence was vast enough to sway him so; prior tremors quelled to a hum whose vibration soothed its previous cataclysm and in its pacification stirred a tranquil lull. Though it was truthfully no more than a budding calm.. those abysmal depths reaching into its on shadows in desperation, confounded and horrified, seeking shelter from what struck as sudden nudity; within the eyes of the other, being spiritually bare.
"Are you saying this because you're blind?" A tender jest which brought no personal accompaniment - eyes of sheer black trimmed like onyx daggers swept through poisonous shade and never opposed to the other, just equipped and dangling on the precipice he had been unwilling to step towards, though now, with contemplative reconsideration, took a somber step. ".. It wouldn't be very fair of me to say anything else besides you look good too," - a pause, as brows interwove in momentary confusion, quickly evaporating in his confidence's maintenance - "so, I guess you do look well. And, changed, though I can't be very sure," a tender gag as the next words that left his lips were reluctantly vomited, all to lure the other's attention to a past - theirs.
"I don't have my rings anymore after all."
