dalle ceneri

"Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterna duro. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate." Before me nothing was made but eternal things, and eternally I endure. Abandon every hope, ye that enter. ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔

[kyungsoo-denuo]

I'm-- really trying to keep myself occupied. It's not working.

Go fix the paint on the tree house.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Is your left eye hurting? Because you've been looking right all day. (/snorts)

Just. Shut up. Right now. Before I throw a lamp at your face.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Hey--

...

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Happy Valentines Day, loser. I’ll just keep this short because I suck at these things, plus I suck at picking gifts, honestly. And also we’ve been together for like a month and a few days now— not that I’ve been counting or anything, haha…….. it’s whatever. Start drinking your coffee like a civilized person at home now or something. Or don’t, that’s cool too. 

/it's stupid, really, the entire holiday and everything it stands for, and the gesture is equally dumb, accompanied by rambling and overly corny tracking of weeks and days, but it's.. something. it's something he can't really explain in any language he knows, something that makes him want to roll his eyes in annoyance and laugh with sincerity all at the same time, but he settles for the former, offering a quiet snort before he takes the mug and traces a thumb over the little print of the iconic tower; You know I won't. But thanks. 

/he pauses then, lips pursing ever so slightly, and he eventually speaks up again, keeping his gaze averted; I, uh. I didn't get you anything. But you still have that favour from the robot vacuum fight, so.. I guess you can use that. Yeah.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

All right. /he sits there for another minute or so before pushing back in his chair and standing, making his way over to the counter to officially pay the bill. once his card and receipt are back in his wallet, he comes back over to the table, standing at your side/ so I'll see you again come summertime? /he jokes, smiling easily as he watches you continue to make a mess of the fine grains/

/at some point, he ends up with an elbow on the table and his cheek in his palm, free hand still messing with the salt, sugar, and pepper he's mixed together, and when you come back from doing who knows what, he looks up from his 'work' and quirks a brow; Summer's a while away. What're you gonna be doing? Backpackin' across Europe? I did that once. It was all right.

[demonxyifan]

(/makes a face of distaste at your style of eating and nods while you speak because you’re probably right) That might be true— but who knows, I might be feeling generous.. After all, I’ve been pretty generous about everything with you.Wait, why are we even talking about this still?(/clicks his tongue, playing with his pair of chopsticks picking at the side dishes) I hope you’re not planning on dessert after this either because you’re not into the sweets thing right? 

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/at some point, he starts mixing random foods together, dipping pieces of meat into a soup of choice before shoving that and a spoonful of soup into his mouth, swallowing it all down with no problem whatsoever, and when he catches you playing with the side dishes, he reaches over with his own chopsticks to pick at the things and eat those as well, quickly clearing more and more of the food as he goes along; Nah, no dessert for me. This'll be good for the next week or so. I'll pay next time if that'll make you less cranky. /snorts softly and shoves some more barbecue into his mouth, chewing as loudly as always before swallowing with a shot of soju;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/his smile slowly fades at your words, and he looks down at the table, sighing. he wants to make it better, but figures the chance for that is lost now. looking up, he examines the stack of empty cups, eventually cupping his cheeks and meeting your eyes/ do you want me to get you more coffee, or are you just about done?

/sulking is for children, he knows, and it's a good thing he isn't a child, he thinks as he continues to stir the random ingredients of the little pile between them, lips still curved into a frown while his eyes remain fixated on the mess he's made on the table; I'm good for the next couple of hours.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

I know you're not /he murmurs softly, eyes following the progress of your fingers as you rip open packets and blend everything together. he remains silent as you do, periodically sipping at his coffee until the cup is drained of all liquid. pushing his cup off to the side, he folds his hands beneath his chin, studying your pouty face, and eventually smiling gently/ I'd get it back for you if I could, you know.

/as he continues stirring the little grains and crystals together, he uses his free hand to pick up the cup you set aside, adding it to the stack of empty cups already standing tall at the side of the table, and keeps his gaze fixed on the pile of salt, pepper, and sugar, soon tearing open another packet of sugar to add it to the mix; Yeah, well, it's gone now, so it doesn't matter anymore.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he meets your glare with a steady, unimpressed expression, cocking a brow at you/ ....I adore you, but you're acting like a child. /he watches silently as you dump out the contents of the salt and pepper shakers, sipping slowly at his coffee, eventually shrugging/ I thought you were done with it. are you going to survive?

I'm not a child. /he mutters under his breath, then lifts a finger to stir the pile of salt and pepper before ripping open a few packets of sugar; Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? /he's clearly sulking, but there's no way he'd admit it, choosing to stay quiet in the meantime as he mixes the condiments together;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he shrugs easily, humming at the warmth of the coffee cup in his hands/ just making sure. /he'd been zoning out for a bit when he realizes that you've put down your cup of coffee before finishing it, and he suddenly becomes worried, focusing all of his attention on you with wide eyes. once he hears what the issue is, he snorts and rolls his eyes, jerking a thumb toward the trash can/ i'm sorry, did you want me to go get it back for you? /instead, he pushes the salt and pepper beside your cup/

/the snort he receives is not at all appreciated, and he continues frowning at you as if you had been parading through the Louvre with a sledgehammer while singing the most annoying song to reach the number one spot during the 1980s, and instead of returning to his coffee or taking the salt and pepper, he stays right where he is and mumbles; I want that salt and pepper you threw away. But now it's destroyed. Fun-sucker. /muttering that last part mostly to himself, he maintains his sour expression and screws off the caps for both the salt and pepper, tilting the things over to pour the contents onto the table;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he doesn't catch what you mumbled, so he sits in comfortable silence until you answer his other question. Slowly he looks up, and gradually a smile crawls onto his lips/ just your phone, or the other guy's phone, too? /he finishes his cup and frowns at it, then gets up to get a refill. when he comes back, he uses a napkin to sweep up the mess you made, tossing it into the trash/ you really are somethin' else, peter

Both, of course. Why would I only blow one up? /scrunching up his nose, he gives you a strange look, as if wondering why on earth you would ask such a question, then returns to his coffee as he downs two more cups, stacking those as usual, but when he catches you sweeping up his 'art,' he immediately sets down the third cup of coffee he'd been drinking from and frowns at you; Why'd you do that? I wasn't finished.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he brings back the tray and sets it down in front of you, sighin softly at the bigger pile you created/ destructive sort of fellow, aren't you? /with a gentle snort, he sits back down and resumes drinking his coffee, staring down into the brown liquid/ oh yeah, how'd your cell phone prank go?

This is nothin'. /he mumble under his breath before reaching for one of the cups you bring back, immediately downing that as if it weren't fresh from the pot and currently burning his throat; It was all right. I got kinda bored after a while, so I blew the thing up.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he cringes when the packet hits him in the face, still chuckling softly as he lets it fall to the ground/ all done? you want another six cups, then? /without waiting for a reply, he picks up the tray and carries it back to the counter, asking for another six cups. he suggests using the same cups there on the tray if they're allowed, then leans against the counter as he waits/

/with his lips still pursed into a thin line, he rests his chin on an open palm and uses his free hand to play with the pepper pot this time, pouring the contents onto the pile of salt he made before, and he does this the entire time you're gone, occasionally pausing to tear open a sugar packet and spill that out as well;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he can't help but chuckle at your reaction, his natural instinct urging him to take your hand and brush his lips over your fingers sweetly to placate you, though logically he knows it'll have the opposite effect/ weird? I didn't say anything weird. /he smiles mischievously, eyes crinkling/ you're the loveliest of them all, aren't you? /he tenses, preparing to dodge or duck just in case you lash out at him, though in his heart he can't believe you'd ever really hurt him/

Everything you say is weird. /comes his immediate response, pausing only to scarf down the rest of his coffee and add the last cup to the stack, and when you continue to speak (uttering even more nonsense), he reaches to pluck a sugar packet from the container and tosses it towards your face, angling the thing so that the corner hits the space right between your eyes; Shut up.

[coral]

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he raises both brows at the remark, hiding a snicker in the lip of his coffee cup. it's rather immature, and he considers telling you that, but decides against it, instead taking a longer drink. he thinks about you, of the way you act, the way you think, and one thing leads to another until he's murmuring absentmindedly/ you're so lovely...

/in the silence that follows, he manages to finish two more cups of coffee, adding those to the slowly rising stack off to the side of the table, and he's halfway through his fifth when he catches something that makes his left eye twitch just slightly before both narrow at you over the edge of his cup; Don't say weird things. /still glaring lightly, he finishes that cup of coffee and moves on to his last, ready to pick up the little plastic case containing the sugar packets and throw it at you if you say something strange again;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he laughs softly at the pile of salt you made on the table, making a note to clean it up before they leave. he sips at his coffee, watching you contentedly, a soft smile on his face/ you didn't even wait for them to finish making your coffee before rushing off to find a table. were you worried someone would steal this specific one from you? /he makes an obvious gesture at all the other empty tables, as if implying that you wouldn't have been left with nowhere to sit if it had been/

I wanted this table. /he answers curtly, as if the response needed no further explanation (and he really doesn't want to recall the one woman who refused to move when he told her that he wanted the table she was sitting at and that he didn't want to share with her, so it would all just be fine if she got up and left but no, she wouldn't leave--), then turns all of his attention to finishing his first cup, setting it to the side, and picking up a second to empty just as quickly before stacking it on top of the first;