#(simon.)

[fatestouch]

almost done, now it’s simon!!

[blackstcne]

      “É incrível como esses caras não gostam da gente voando, conseguiram arrancar uma das asas de tanto ódio... o Fury vai ficar louco por causa disso.”

[meteoren]

simon knew what trouble they’d be in if they were caught, but there was no part of hayoung he’d wanted to go the weekend without. the silence of his own apartment growing irritating as of late. and besides, it wasn’t the first time he’d had to crawl out of a window discreetly. if that was all it took to get to spend the night wrapped around his girl ( and maybe poke around her room ), then it was little to pay. he was there at 11, pebbles in hand; chucking them one by one at the glass just to tease her. there were only two left when he finally heard the pane begin to slide back.

“ miss me ? ” he oooed softly. too worried about the street lights giving him away to be loud on top of everything else. “ i aged so much in the last few days without you, dear. ” only a slight exaggeration, as the loneliness really did leave him feeling worse for wear. “ i might have seen a grey or two. ”

@momcnts

[meteoren]

simon had tried hard not to wake up brennen as he rolled out of bed in the dead of night. the dim lights of the city cast light across the bedroom floor, but with no way to turn on the bedside lamp, the room was still little more than a series of silhouettes. by his feet, damien shuffled about. riding on his heels as he crossed the distance between the bed and the living room couch. and though his little huffs and snorts were painfully loud, the company was needed. his girlfriend’s rest too important to disturb, but the nightmare that had woken him equally vicious.

he’d always known their lifestyle was a dangerous one. he’d signed onto the sight as a player without so much as blinking at the terms. but that had been naive of him. and now, almost a year’s worth of dares behind him, simon UNDERSTOOD the price he’d begun to pay. images of his brother’s accident always swimming behind his eyelids when he slept. his brother’s face morphing from coma-calmed to terrified, to some blur of flesh and fear until the features were gone entirely. swirling and blinking into kieren’s, brennen’s, atlas’s. and he was lucky that tonight of all nights he hadn’t woken screaming. as the last nightmare he’d had of the sort had sent him tumbling to the floor in a pile of blankets and panic, breath heaving and throat raw.

“ sorry, angel. ” he hummed to the chihuahua; little beast tucked warm in his lap, eyelids sagging. “ didn’t mean to wake you either. ”

closed starter for @tcdhanas !

[meteoren]

the front gates of hayoung’s school had been intimidating the first time he’d driven up to them. looming metalwork, expensive looking in the way he only ever seemed to glimpse in the homes of the lonely old millionaires who sometimes paid for his company. they had left in simon a distinct anxiety about touching anything -- being too out of place. sure he drove a nice enough car, and knew how to dress the finer pieces he’d been given to keep over time. but he was sure his ratter leather jacket and too-loud stereo had left him looking far from the part all the same.

it was only the woman herself who had calmed his nerves; sliding into his passenger seat and stealing away all thoughts of the world beyond her grin. and then, it had become a routine. now there was little shame in the way he waited for her; window rolled down and arm dangling lit cigarette carelessly over the pavement below. there were mere moments between him and her, and the old-style diner he’d wanted to take her to for a while now.

“ long day ? ” simon teased when he finally heard the car door swing open. and turning to face her, he offered both a grin and the cigarette. “ need a drag ? ”

closed starter for @momcnts !