☢ moon and stars; myung & naeun
[ elxnaeun ]
( `it always comes back to a single answer, old scars ripped back open with torn muscle and scorched flesh, the next instance he finds the scent of sorrow lingering over his slumber as he wakes for the second time of the afternoon. for a moment, he presses cold fingertips against his eyelids, the heat of memory seeping through skin, a sigh slipping from parted lips before his hands fumble over to the bed side, scrolling desperately to reach a particular number - perhaps it was her approachable attitude, perhaps he was more desperate than he thought himself to be but it was all too late for reasonable thought and doubts as his heart that rested precariously at the tip of his heart threatened to spill with sheer exhaustion. it never quite mattered when and it never mattered how she did it - somehow it was simply enough by the fact that it was her fingers weaving paths through his hair, her temperature soft against his own. dreams were a sweet void in her presence, slumber a lesser torture, the female's mere presence the gentlest armor in his nocturnal combats. he squints at the frantic letters that fill the screen, carefully erasing and editing his mistakes, the message shortened brutally to suit his usual personality before hesitating for mere seconds before pressing the send button )
[ txt: myung >> naeun ] Come over. I'll pay for your taxi.
( `it only takes mere seconds before he's regretting his briefness - it was rather clear that she was one holding the reins and he the crippled one pining for her presence. fear crept into sweaty palms as they darted over the screen, a single word soon sent in suite )
[ txt: myung >> naeun ] Please.