[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years. (FROM ROMEOOO)
if asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why, but he knew by the way the air in his mind changed, the way the voices quietened at the periphery. maybe it was by the way the footfalls were slightly uneven, slightly reluctant to approach, or maybe by the fact that he had known this would happen one way or another. exy was a small world, and his world was even smaller, every name and face and border carefully orchestrated or labelled for his control alone. ghosts therefore were easier to detect, which meant surprise was perfectly unnecessary. the stadium was buzzing with the oncoming match. inside, the ravens were hurtling commands for the warm up. the trojans were the quieter bunch, a few dozen familiar faces for the season.
❛❛ thought you'd show up eventually. ❜❜ he doesn't look up, hasn't ever needed to. outside in the cold air he had slipped away from court, stealing a few seconds of reprieve from the ceaseless noise. the third cigarette burns down to the filter like a promise. his mind was adequately numbed with nicotine for what he coldly said next, picking out a fourth to start, knowing it was too good to be true that romeo might have conveniently forgotten him — that would be too easy for someone he had scarred so personally all those years ago, and juvie had taught him this much. ❛❛ have at it. got something to say? ❜❜