Saeran…
Saeyoung gaped at the young man before him. Even in spite of the years that had aged it, there was no mistaking that voice now.
“Saeran,” he choked, unsure of whether or not it came out at all audible.
Saeyoung could feel the hostility rolling off of his twin, but he was almost numb to it. Instead of responding logically, he lifted himself up away from his perch, letting his compuer fall by the wayside. His disbelief drove him to take a step backwards.
“What are you doing here? I thought…”
It wasn’t often he found himself unable to form a complete sentence - he’d trained himself to do the opposite, actually, and frequently had to be told to stop talking - but this situation was so bizarre, so surreal. Saeyoung had been assured that Saeran would be in good hands, that he’d be taken care of, and although Saeyoung could never forgive himself for leaving his brother alone for so long, he had put his trust in his caretakers. He was even provided with pictures. But this man… He didn’t look anything like he should have.
Forgotten?
He could understand betrayal but for Saeran to think he had forgotten…
The accusation hit him like a punch to the stomach, and Saeran revealing the entirety of his face had much the same effect. In spite of the years that had aged it, in spite of the differences in hair and eye color, his face was the same as the one that caused Saeyoung to avert his eyes whenever he passed by a mirror; the same to induce an anxious tightening in his gut whenever he had to look at himself.
Maybe I’m dreaming.
“No,” he muttered, and then again, louder, “no!”
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The corners of his eyes stung. His mind was reeling - he didn’t even know where to start.
“What happened to you? They promised me they’d take care of you!”
Saeran grinned when revealing his full face seemed to tug away at whatever disguised calm Saeyoung had left, leaving his agony bare and visible to the younger twin. He stood up fully alongside his brother, watching with an amused look in his eyes as the other started to panic. This was the sort of desired reaction he wanted, this was what made revealing his presence in the city worth it. All for that look on his brother’s face: realization that his dirty dealings had caught up to him.
“'They’ ? You were the one who was supposed to take care of me.” Saeran said, his tone light and airy in stark contrast to Saeyoung. Saeran spoke as if they were having a normal conversation, managing to save face for now.
“Look at you. All wound up, acting as if you really cared about me... you can drop the act anytime, Luciel. I am not fooled!” Saeran said coldly. He then laughed, genuinely amused with the situation. His brother’s expression was just... too good.
“Sorry to disrupt your wonderful life with my pathetic existence. I’m sure you would have much rather I died in that hellish place... I almost did, you know. Not that you care, of course ~”
❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜
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"I don’t know anyone.” Saeran replied simply, with a look of disdain on his face. He shifted his gaze towards the idol who had settled at his side: he knew who she was without even having to do a search on her. Azusa Miura was a ‘homegrown celebrity’ around the city and it was hard not to hear about her when he was out and about in the city. He didn’t particularly like talking about his past, and hoped for a moment that she wouldn’t further question his words.
He gave a small, almost innocent smile before turning away again. “Everyone is only looking out for themselves. If you give them the chance, they will stab you in the back.”
“No matter what, there’s only one person I care for. If I am to be tied to anyone, I would want it to be her!”
❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜
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Saeran felt the laugh bubbling inside of him before his mind had begun to process how he truly felt about the statement that fell from Ichimatsu’s lips. Hearing someone talk like that, it reminded Saeran of himself, in a way. He could sympathize with the male, had he known how to sympathize in the first place, so instead of offering understanding words he simply laughed. Most of Saeran’s human emotions had been long since overwritten, with false laughter and screams, or simply the desire to inflict pain. It was fun seeing them in other people: Ichimatsu’s discomfort and distant fear when the topic of soulmates had been breached was more than enough to rustle interest out of the hacker.
“I have trouble with people in general. The only love I have, is for my one and only saviour. She taught me how to love, she’s the only one who cares about me…” Saeran said, gaze shifting to stare into nothingness for a moment. He’d forgotten how much he hated being parted from his saviour, but for the sake of their mission he had to be. Turning his sights back onto Ichimatsu, his face remained neutral now, the corners of his lips falling back into a straight line. He followed up with a quick, “nevermind that.”
When Saeran spoke again, the corners of his mouth had slid back into a grin, albeit not a genuinely friendly one. Instead, it was one of more sly curiosity and he gazed at Ichimatsu, eyes half lidded. A faint intrigue was evident on his face as he took a step closer, invading the other’s space.
“That didn’t sound like a rejection, though. I’m glad. I didn’t want to hurt you just yet.”
“I’m not one for legends or children’s stories, but there’s an undeniable attraction between us. Our destinies are tied, don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not – that’s just how it is!” Saeran said with a little too much vigor, before reaching out a hand. He grabbed onto Ichimatsu’s forearm, his grip tight and imposing.
“All I want to do is hurt people. I was hurt once, but now I do the hurting,” he explained, squeezing the other’s arm tighter for effect. He grinned and snickered maliciously, “and now that we’re together, I’ll have a toy all to myself that I can abuse as much as I want ~”
Saeran then closed in on him, shoving the messy boy against a nearby wall. He then trapped him with his arms, eyes reflecting his violent actions with their intense gaze. He laughed again, quietly, leaning closer to Ichimatsu.
“I won’t give you the choice to leave. You’re mine… forever. I’m going to have such fun with you…and if you try to escape, I’ll punish you.”
❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜
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Yang Xiao Long. It had taken mere moments to do a quick background search of her, after finding out they were joined by none other than fate itself. She was a bouncer for a night club downtown, while her daytimes consisted of being a student at Enyo College. She lived with her family: a sister and her uncle. Relatively new to the city and fresh out of high school, but with a temper and enough violence reports on file to make it evident she had some mighty fists. A regular, modern day spitfire.
Not to mention, she was cute too.
Of course, this was his first time meeting her in person. He’d tracked down her phone number through her workplace, made it sound as if we was a family friend trying to track her down because of an emergency. That was how he called her out here in the middle of her nightly shift, to an empty parking lot. When she’d showed up, Saeran had explained why he was really summoning her, with a tale of soulmates and fated threads. Before now it had all been a fucking joke to him: but when the moonlight was caught at a certain angle, the space between them flickered with red thread, and he felt drawn to her.
It was an odd feeling, being fated to someone. He couldn’t quite explain why or how it felt weird, but it was as if no matter how much he hated the idea of getting close to others, he just wanted to be with her. A chuckle left his throat at her skepticism and he pushed off the lamp post he had been leaning against, a grin set in stone on his face.
“It’s the middle of October, Yang. This isn’t some April Fool’s joke~” Saeran said teasingly, stepping closer to the blonde. Once he was standing close to her, he reached out and ghost his fingers up her arm, watching the expected shiver wrack through her body. His smile only grew at that and he guided his fingers up her neck, until he took hold of her chin. Saeran gazed into her eyes, mint eyes meeting lilac head on.
“It’s true, see. You can’t look away -- we’re bound together for eternity, hahaha!” Saeran said, sounding more excited as he continued on, letting go of her chin after a moment. “You feel it too, right? This is our fate. What an unlucky girl you are, hahaha!”
Saeran’s laugh was slightly crazed, and he gave her a look that implied he wasn’t all that sane after all. “I always wanted an assistant. You’re mine now, so you’ll work for me, right? I’ll be good to you ~”
🍀 - What kind of jewellery are they wearing? What’s their favourite piece?
Saeran likes his necklace the best, although he could not tell you why. He is an avid fan of the ‘grunge-punk’ look, and the few pieces of jewelry and accessories he wears are very true to their style genre. He wears studded leather bracelets and buckles, sometimes black bands on his wrists and for rings. There was a time when he tried to wear fake piercings, but his saviour didn’t approve and thus he stopped wearing them immediately.
ꕥ - What’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse?
Flash drives. His mask, which has a built-in voice alteration feature to avoid being tracked. He keeps his money tucked in a secret pocket of his jacket, along with his personal phone. Saeran has two other phones which he uses for various mobile hacking jobs, monitoring different things, and for activities he could easily ditch the phone for if he got caught. Various candy wrappers, because he has a sweet tooth. Bus tickets.
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❛❛ No. No, no, no — you really don’t want me as a soulmate. ❜❜
❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜
❛❛ Can we just - forget about this? ❜❜
❛❛ We’re not meant for each other. Trust me. ❜❜
❛❛ You’re my soulmate? Wow - talk about a let-down. ❜❜
❛❛ We were only supposed to be friends. ❜❜
❛❛ Something’s wrong with this shit system. We are not soulmates! ❜❜
❛❛ How is that I love them more, when you’re my soulmate? ❜❜
❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜
❛❛ Please, believe me. You are not my soulmate. You can’t be. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t want a soulmate. ❜❜
❛❛ Find someone else - I don’t need this in my life. ❜❜
❛❛ No way - I can’t have TWO soulmates. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜
❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not good enough for you. This is wrong. ❜❜
❛❛ Life is cruel, huh? Pairing us together like this. ❜❜
❛❛ To think we were fated to grow old together makes my stomach turn. ❜❜
❛❛ Why is fate such a bitch? Why are you a bitch? ❜❜
❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you love them, or the fact I love you. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not suddenly trusting you with my heart! Or anything! ❜❜
❛❛ I wish I could clean this mark off with some fate-Windex or something. ❜❜
❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜
❛❛ I can’t trust you to love me. Not fully. ❜❜
❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m going to be frank, && say I have zero attraction to you. So this is a mistake. ❜❜
❛❛ We’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats. ❜❜
❛❛ Things were better before this stupid mark, & stupid fate. ❜❜
❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜
❛❛ This mark. It appeared this morning. I don’t want it - I. Don’t. Want. It. ❜❜
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✪ their standard ringtone?
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✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind?
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It was her normal walk for groceries. A routine she had stick to since coming to Bellevue. She was used to cook, and it was cheaper that way, plus she enjoyed strolling like that. Today however, there was something that wasn’t usually there. A young white-haired male on a secluded bench, a pained expression that didn’t passed unnoticed to her red eyes.
She had plenty of time to get groceries later. Now, she was more worried about this man that seemed to stand out, like a cutout in the background of this park. Striding closer, she gathered the courage to call out. Maybe the stranger could use a hug, he seemed hurt and lonely after all. A cold smile, cruel eyes looking at her, the man clearly shorter male stood up and reached up to her shoulder, words she didn’t quite understood coming her way.
“Is that so? I’m new in the city and I don’t really know about that.. but thanks for worrying about me” she explained, looking down at her own hands, trying to evade the gaze of the other’s eyes. They were scaring her a bit “You just… seemed like you could use a hug… was it uncalled for? Maybe something else? If you tell me where it hurts I might be able to help…”
“Where it hurts...?” Saeran repeated, before withdrawing his hand from the girl’s shoulder. A distant look came over his face, as if he had suddenly remembered why he had ventured outside of his house to sit by himself on a random, lonely bench. Slowly, the malicious smile on his face began to twitch and shift into a deep frown, his memories resurfacing from before.
When he spoke, Saeran’s words came out with a bitter coldness and he looked at the other as if she were worthless to him, “what’s it matter to you? It hurts all over, if you must know! You should be more careful, or I’ll make you feel my pain too!”
Who did this girl think she was? Trying to help him, when he didn’t even ask for it. Whatever compensation she wanted for her caring attitude wasn’t going to be fulfilled, so long as Saeran had a say in it. He had his Saviour, the Messiah, to make everything better... he didn’t need anyone else. After all, everyone in his life had proven to be just like a thorn... when they got close, they hurt him.
Perhaps that was why he wanted to hurt everyone else so badly?
It wasn’t as if Saeyoung wasn’t aware of the happenings beyond his apartment walls. He had heard the blast, felt the aftershocks, flipped the news on now and again. Still, his building was in a relatively secure area, so he couldn’t waste the time to worry about it. It caught him off guard, though, when his phone buzzed frantically against the battlefield of empty soda cans, breaking the din of keyboard clicks and whirring fans, alerting him to the evacuation of the local schools.
The rest of the district was given a choice: stay or go. Saeyoung figured it was best to go, lest voluntary become mandatory. At least this way he had time to pack.
So it was that he found himself at the evacuation center, among the throngs of people being ushered inside. The bag he’d packed passed inspection, although he received an odd look or two for its contents, and once he was inside he found a spot he could make comfortable enough to work in. The agency would have heard about the volcano, of course, but Saeyoung doubted they wouldn’t push him to meet his deadlines if he himself was on fire…
He’d lost track of how long he’d been working by the time someone approached him; most people passed him by, too busy panicking to pay him any mind. His visitor’s voice was cool, though, despite the surrounding chaos, and Saeyoung laughed easily at his comment.
“Nah, this is nothing,” he started. It took him a moment to look up - as confident as he was in his skill he still didn’t fancy having to re-enter a string of code if he didn’t have to - but when he did, the rest of his sentence died in his throat.
Something about the other boy all but knocked the breath out of him - he felt his heart jump and in his moment of silence he’d almost let his laptop slip out of his lap.
Who…?
He must have looked ridiculous, gawking as he was, but this person… He couldn’t ignore the pang of recognition, even with most of the other’s face covered. If nothing else, he could write it off as a misunderstanding, perhaps even laugh about it.
It took a great deal of effort not to laugh in disgust as the recognition bloomed on the redhead’s face. Red hair... he’d had red hair at one point too, along with a pair of matching gold eyes just like this man had. Saeyoung -- no, Luciel -- was someone he knew very well and wished would just cease to exist. For the first few years he’d spent alone, he had... Saeran had been convinced the other was dead, or simply someone he’d conjured up to make the difficult days easier. There was a time, too, that he’d believed the other had managed to escape, or was taken by that man’s thugs. This face staring back at him was once identical to his own, considering they were twins born from the same wretched womb. Saeran had gone through extreme lengths to wipe out anything that made him similar to Saeyoung... anything that would remind him of the one person he’d ever trusted, and the heartache that came with placing too much trust in that person.
“Do you not recognize me?” Saeran said finally, after allowing a long pause between the initial question and his own response. If he had it his way, Saeran wanted his brother to recognize him on his own. He wanted to see every second of the other’s facial expression when the realization settled in, that the ghost of the person he left behind all those years ago was standing before him now, while the city around them was getting melted to ash.
There was something poetic about how they were meeting now, Saeran thought.
His lips curled upwards slightly, a jagged smile adorning his face as he tried to contain his anger. Throwing a fit here would only make things harder for the organization... he had to remain calm, draw out the encounter. If he was smart about this, he might even be able to take care of the filthy trash in front of him without the Saviour even having to intervene.
“The answer is yes, Saeyoung. Oh! But you go by Luciel now, don’t you? Even though I’ve changed everything about myself that reminded me of you, I’m a little surprised to find you don’t recognize your own brother,” Saeran said finally, trying hard to maintain his falsely amused tone, while anger began to boil in his stomach. He tugged down the mask covering his face, crouching down to the other’s level, a sudden fire igniting in his eyes now that he was closer.
“Or maybe you just forced yourself to forget me. After you left me behind... betrayed me... you probably just forgot about me, too. Pathetic.”
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