+ shaking fists, trembling teeth
nclisa:
“does it matter?” she grits out through clenched teeth. “i’m here, and that’s all there is to it.”
lisa lets her cigarette fall to the earth, crushes it under her foot. reaches into her back pocket to pull out another one before realizing he’s got the lighter. he got his answer, so maybe he’ll let it go now.
yet somewhere in the back of her mind, lisa knows he won’t.
when jongin looks at her behind a veil of spiderweb thin smoke, she is a ball of ill-concealed anger. stiff jaw, balled fists and clenched teeth; she’s on defensive and offensive all at the same time. she speaks again and it’s full of vagueness--- she’s dodging the subject as if she were dodging figurative bullets, even if just barely.
jongin scoffs, not satisfied with the answer. it is like an implied end of the discussion.
(an honest question: does it really matter?)
he takes a drag of his cigarette, the cherry burning at the near end of its life.
(perhaps not. probably not enough. whatever the case, it’s not like he’s letting it go just because lisa deems it to be irrelevant. but do not mistake this for caring--- there is destruction in showing such emotion so he distances himself from it but he’s slipping.)
“that’s all?” it would seem a genuine question if it weren’t for the incredulity that laces his words. knows he’s treading on dangerous waters but keeps on going anyway. this is them, palpable tension and poorly suppressed emotions, anger a smoldering spark in their veins ready to ignite and spread like a wildfire. resembles more a minefield: just one misstep and everything will blow up, only destruction remains. “you’re here, that’s great.” the cigarette is tossed away, crushed beneath the toe of his boot. he exhales the remnants of smoke.
“didn’t answer my question, though.”














