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she’s hardly known for her honorable intentions and whatever goal mal has set in her head in regards to sid is no different. call her crazy ( you wouldn’t be first and certainly not last ), but she’s always dreamt of hooking up with a rockstar. a casual fling on a filthy tour bus with no privacy or the old sofa at a backstage dressing room are some of the places she’s envisioned, though none of them attainable with her current budget … being a groupie must be fun and all when you have the money to get yourself in those situations in the first place. unfortunately, a couple hundred dollars for concert or festival tickets is just not something she can spare at the moment, so the fact misty somehow is entitled to its very own music god ? it’s a play field for her. “ i’m not making fun of you, idiot, i’m agreeing with you … it’s not like you’re some country singer from texas with a taste for incest, for fuck’s sake.” in her head, that argument sounded bullet proof. “ you’re from here. the fuck is wrong with them to think you’d get back in town and kill a kid right after ? you’d have to be the world’s worst kidnapper-killer. ” and she almost takes it too far, almost implies he could kidnap her anytime … yet refrains from doing so in fear of scaring sid away right when she’s finally reached through to him.
he lets out a slightly nervous laugh again . he’s always on - edge around her . he knows she doesn’t mean idiot in an INSULTING way , but he’s never been good at reading girls - especially not pretty ones - in the first place . and mal seems to need her WHOLE individual dictionary . “ yeah . uh . . i mean , also i think just me in general might not make for a GOOD kidnapper-killer . not that i know what MAKES for a good kidnapper-killer , because . .you know . I’M NOT ONE .” he’s stumbling again , wondering how the hell he keeps tripping over his own tongue and feet simultaneously. he inhales again and tries to make sense of his own damn brain and mouth . “ i mean . that’s a good point you brought up . it almost seems . . uh .. TOO EASY if i’m the one who did it , right ? “ again , he feels the need to insist that he didn’t and never would , but for arguments sake - he leaves it THERE .
remourse:
GUS DIDN’T FALTER BETWEEN ONE MOMENT AND THE NEXT — REFLEXIVELY catching sasha’s arm to anchor her upright before he ducked his head, accommodating the slide of her palm across his scalp as it followed same path his own had gone seconds before. he shivered under the warmth of her touch, giving her a sidelong glance. “creepy… but hot,” he processed a beat slower, something sly quirking at the corner of his mouth. “i can work with that. in fact, i think i even LIKE that.” his smile burst, big and wide — nearly TRIUMPHANT post-shot with a quick straightening of his spine, gaze never drifting from sasha. even as she rambled. even as she dissolved into nonsensical laughter that had him joining in within seconds, shoulders shaking in little hiccuping jumps while he shook his head. gus was feeling more & more like he’d never be able to quit grinning. or, at the very least, that he wouldn’t figure out how to stop before their impromptu night out started to bleed into tomorrow morning. which… given the current state of misty hollow ( and its effect on his absolutely shit sleep schedule ), maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. everyone deserved a good laugh now and then, right?
“okay, okay,” gus conceded, lifting his hands in a quick, surrendering gesture, “maybe you are a good listener. i’m not gonna argue that. but are you a good keeper… of things?” WAIT, did that make sense ?? “secret things, i mean. like, y’know, a secret keeper. you any good at that?” so the vodka was definitely getting to him — but even with his thoughts starting to slide around like a mess of molasses, the intensity of sasha’s focus couldn’t be ignored. it made him pause whatever joke was poised on his tongue, feeling almost pinned to the spot by her stare — feeling like he should tell her something serious. SPILL HIS GUTS, so to speak. and if he actually did, he didn’t think sasha would go around TELLING everyone what he said, either. she didn’t seem the type. the back of his neck prickled and he reached out to take her hand before he could think too hard on it, enveloping it between each of his own. “my secret…” he trailed off lowly, thumb idly tracing over her knuckles while sticking to their huddled position, nearly tipping his forehead right against hers. “my deepest and darkest secret… is that i really — i fucking hate cilantro.” cue the buzzer of FAILURE. his grin practically snapped back into place as gus laughed at himself, although the crinkle around his eyes was far softer & more forced than it had been earlier. oh well.
sasha , for the most part , knows what she wants and when she wants it . she can’t tell if there’s a shift in the air , or the alcohol - but suddenly . . she’s wanting GUS . damn him , and his laugh . his stupid grin . his easy way of talking , and rolling jokes off the tip of his tongue . sasha is just HUNGRY . she always is , and gus is HERE . the pair have NO REASON to get along , except for the alcohol . maybe that’s all that REALLY bounds them together . it’s all that binds sasha with ANYONE , really . “ don’t get too cocky . the best thing about you is you’re . . not some cocky fuckboy ” she says , with a hum , eyes half closing for a second to stop the world from spinning . she is DRUNK.
“ yeah . m m h m . keeper of things . “ she mumbles , repeating it as well, even though she has NO CLUE what he could be talking about . what are they talking about ? she can’t remember which string of their conversation they’ve rolled onto . “ yeah . yeah . of course ‘m good at that . “ sasha slurs out , as he asks if she’s any good at keeping secrets . WHO WOULD SHE TELL ? besides eugene . she tells him anything . everything . the whole world , because that’s what he is to her . sasha gnaws into her bottom lip as her and gus seem to stare at each other for what could either be mili-seconds , or YEARS . the sun could rise and fall , the stars could wink right down on them — and she would have no clue . she reaches up, and digs her thumb across his jaw line , then cheekbone . “ sharp. “ she feels the need to say . bone structure . intense . she starts laughing again , because WHAT IS SHE DOING ? she’s so gone that she doesn’t even RECOGNISE his thumb brushing over her knuckles . doesn’t even really pick up on the sensation , because her body is thrumming with INFINITE OTHERS . “ cilantro is fucking nasty . “ she’s agreeing , grinning at gus , before shoving him , unceremoniously . “ W O W . that’s so deep . i should - should call the police . HEY , does anybody have the POLICE’S NUMBER ? i got a STARTLING CONFESSION over here . “ she’s yelling out suddenly , to a bar of equally drunk people who look more then a little disgruntled to be interrupted from their nights by a loud , aggressive sasha . one of the bartenders is sizing sasha up and down , and she’s immediately lowering her voice and leaning back in to gus , almost falling right into his lap . “ sssh . “ she says , in a stage whisper , as if he was the one yelling . “ that .. bartender . . voledmort lookin’ dude .. NOT YOU .. the other . .voldemort lookin’ dude . . bartender . . i think he wants to kick us out . “
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he’s … cheerful and jinwoo isn’t confident he can handle that charisma in the midst of a brutal migraine . jinwoo was quick to remind himself the male was innocent — even somewhat caring to his well-being . so he tucked his aggression away as neatly as he could . jinwoo’s hand left his temple . ❝ i’m alright . ❞ he responded though the weak tone could say otherwise . ❝ it’s just a migraine . i guess it’s prolonged jet-lag … is that even a thing ? ❞
sid’s eyebrows are still knitted together in concern . he knows better then to push it , or overstep . instead, he swings around his designer shoulder -bag , and digs into it, searching . . “ i think i got some painkillers . the GOOD STUFF , too . you’re looking at a champ of migraines. “ not something to brag about , honestly . but sid usually gets them before a big performance . anxiety and nerves seemed to always form in the way of HEAD SPLITTING pains , and TOO BRIGHT LIGHTS . “ uhh . i dunno , man . maybe you’re stressed about something ? i just . . i mean . that’s what happens to me .” he offers, slightly lamely.
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I guess some girls are immune to your charms, huh? You know what, there’s always that one rare exception, yeah.
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flystrue:
they are like chalk and cheese at times , and some have done a double take at the comment ‘ WE’RE TWINS . ‘ : not because of lack of similarities in how they look , but in lack of similarities in the way they hold themselves ⎯ because sasha is so sasha & eugene is so eugene ⎯ and what one lacks the other gains . sasha is built like a soldier : all armored body & switch - blade tongue , words like sharpened knives & an aura that could put medusa to shame . eugene is the wound on the battlefield : you will find no swords in his hand , no belligerence in his heart . she has always been his defender , and if he could profess even half the amount of strength she did on a daily basis , maybe he could have been hers too ; during the times where there mother saw red & targeted her only daughter instead of her son . maybe he could have protected her too . ❛ how many times do i have to tell you that the notebook isn’t pornographic ? i know you can sometimes get fuzzy on the definitions but , sasha . . . come on . ❜ he mostly dismisses her comment with a crinkle of his nose & a hmpf that signals defeat , because quite frankly he doesn’t want to be slandered in a public bar and he knows his own sister’s capabilities ⎯ she has too much dirt on him , and she’s too shameless for him to have a fighting chance ; and YEAH , maybe it happened once , but oh has he seen ( or heard . ) far worse comin’ from her side of the apartment . ❛ exactly . ❜ hues trail to the man she gestures to , out cold & drooping against the bar ( eugene would have been worried , but he’s certain he saw the man’s chest heave a second ago , or at the very least : he heard a snort , enough to signal life . ) ❛ he was so invested in my talk about thermodynamics that he conked out , it happens to the best of us . ❜ returning his gaze to sasha , he cocks his head , humor still tugging at his features and spilling out into his words , mixed into a half - laugh , half - scoff . ❛ you know i could have eaten you in the womb , but i didn’t , just sayin’ ━ ❜
in truth ? he doesn’t know what he would have done without her , without her being his pillar of strength , without her by his side in the type of life they were cursed with : he never had it as bad , never took the hit that their mother’s flames emitted as much as his sister did , but he still felt the heat . still remembers bowing his head & caving to the true bite to her bark ━ he thinks , if there is anyone in misty hollow who deserves a ticket to a better life , it is his sister ; and if he could pull the stars one by one from the sky to give her that , he would , no matter the burn . ❛ yeah , but ━ ❜ he begins , but she’s already yelling down the bartender for tequila and he’s swallowing back all the excuses , faltering to the laughter as she’s kissing his cheek & he’s trying to rub it away with his knuckles , in the brotherly way . ❛ to the lanes ⎯ or the ones who count . ❜ there’s more he wants to say , like : may we leave this life behind for better things ( TOGETHER . ) may you find happiness somewhere far from here , may we always find strength in each other ; but if he begins , he may never stop spilling into his own hands . so then he’s taking the shot & recoiling at the burn ; features crinkling in disgust as the glass clinks against the bar top . ❛ nasty , real nas ━ argh . ❜
there’s something about eugene thats INFINITELY COMFORTING . not just because he’s her twin , and has grown up by her side , NO QUESTIONS ASKED . whilst sasha burns , eugene has always LIT UP . he’s always been a boy who comforts , and is a calm . he’s always been the kind of boy that can diffuse any situation or person , with a smile on his face, an easygoing tone . simply put - HE’S A GOOD GUY , in a world where there aren’t many . thats why sasha hasn’t brought up the fact that she THINKS she saw their dad . if he even deserves that title . she can’t bring it up to eugene , because she doesn’t know for SURE . she’s always been paranoid . suspicious . jumpy . she’s ERRATIC in every sense of the word . but . . but . she saw a man who LOOKED like their father , and now henry is dead . sasha doesn’t believe in coincidences . but this is one she’ll have to prove on her OWN . “— why do you watch that shit anyways ? it’s all fake as hell . if you’re a bird , i’m a bird . blah , blah . also , it’s SO WHITE . “ she wrinkles up her nose . sasha is more an action , thriller girl herself . eugene’s always been more refined in his tastes . a smile tugs at her lips at their easygoing banter . moments like these make everything e a s i e r . the pressure on her chest lifts. the pounding in her head ceases . it’s just eugene and sasha . TWO HALVES OF ONE WHOLE . so long as she has him , she can do anything in this life . this world . “ you’re such a dork . “ its said fondly , as she reaches over to tug at a strand of his hair . a HABIT she picked up as soon as he was old enough to get a head of it . a little tug . playful . ANNOYING . they mimic each other sometimes , in a way that can be seen as DISARMING . their movements are similar at times . where eugene glows and grows , though , sasha smashes and crashes . ELEGANCE ISN’T HER STRONG SUIT . “ how do you even pick up this stuff ? thermodynamics . . MECHANICS . . god . your brain is way too big . “ and she’s JEALOUS . jealous that he can just DO things and LEARN and be an achiever . her own laugh bubbles out of her , loud , and unfiltered from the alcohol - and the company . “ — and i could have shoved you back INSIDE the womb . seeing as i came out first . older siblings have it so rough sometimes . “ she pretends to sigh , and shake her head .
TO THE LANES . or the ones who count . he says it , and sasha’s eyes glaze over . her and her brother talk , yes . but their FAMILY ( broken , battered , forgotten ) is one thing that never leaves their lips . they don’t DARE to say it or mention it . it’s TABOO . a curse . people know more about the LANE’S then sasha and eugene do , sometimes . sasha will be at the laundromat and a woman will HISS about how sashas mother once passed out with a NEEDLE IN HER ARM in a school parking lot , and SCARED ALL OF THE CHILDREN . the name ‘ lane ‘ precedes them . eugene works on making it better . sasha works on giving the people EXACTLY WHAT THEY EXPECT . their family was never whole . never even given a chance . thats why eugene has to be better . do better . it’s why he MATTERS . he’s the best thing - person - that the lane’s could have produced . “ cheers . “ she mumbles out , slightly more sober , before downing the shot . the alcohol burns . its cheap and HARSH . she coughs , and tries not to laugh TOO LOUDLY at eugene’s wincing . alcohol is not his friend . not his company , like it is to sasha . “ the second one is always better . “ she says , wisely , holding up the next one and gesturing for him to do the same . that wicked , cheshire grin takes over her features again . “ to the smartest man in the room . “ she says this time . “ it’s not that bad , don’t be a pussy . just breathe . inhale . throw it back , and DON’T TASTE IT . “ it tastes akin to petrol , after all . but sasha already knew that . “ ill order you something nicer next . “ because , they both know him agreeing to ‘ one shot ‘ is never just ‘ one shot ‘ with sasha . he has hooked himself into a nights of drinks being poured down his throat by her , until INEVITABLY some trouble or drama breaks out . probably due to sasha .