such a feisty friendship; ophion & kyu
A time after the night’s festivities, Kyuhyun regretfully (or in his mind, most thankfully) not yet had participated to a full degree due to the attention put toward his nerves that were all in a jumble (and not nearly enough toward the playful splendor that comes with the cirque and its customers); so with simplicity at the forefront of his mind he took time to amble on through the area all the tents had been set up for the current members there are, not yet wanting to return to his own and settle in for the night—he always had found that sleep never came easily when not exhausted; sleep was a famished lover at times calling him into a jealous embrace—but only when she likened to—that the moon tends to draw him instead.
It was uncommon and very strange to him, to have so many people so close in what one might call a modest vicinity; arms wound round one another in almost a fashion of keeping each other safe, the high neck of his jacket, stolen from his luggage without much thought to its semblance, was pulled close to keep away the chill of the night.
Surely joining the cirque may have been a bit of a gamble; leaving behind all that he had in his quaint home in the mountains with its myriad of books held close to his heart, but nevertheless he had been enjoying himself as he does anywhere new that he’s presented himself to. Smile on display for people he hadn’t introduced himself to, nameless to him just as well as he is inattentive to theirs—not of his own desire but merely, a shyness that he isn’t accustomed to had poked its head out. Either way, he’d make acquaintances eventually, keeping knowledge of all in intricate detail no matter how trivial of a matter a meeting may be—fixation at its finest, maybe, but more so the thanks goes to his ability.
Thoughts solely swirling around the books brought with him on his endeavor of a trip negligence shrouded his surroundings, only sound to be pertinent were his own footfalls and crunching of the grass and erratic twigs that would snap at the lightest touch, showing off their brittle guise and delightfully had given him a satisfying startle. Their only goal, he had believed, was to rouse him from the depths of his fretful mind, drawing him to cognizance of their woes and wearies of being stepped on—as if he could do something about it, as if he had been able to avoid their once unblemished path and take another.
Soon he realized he should have listened to the twittering cracks of voices only he might understand, for the situation he had found himself in was none too pleasurable.
Much to his dismay a pair of eyes had kept his every move without his knowledge all the while of his little jaunt through the grounds (others had been asleep or amusing themselves with what they may so he was still giddy with the time he had alone), so when he felt a constriction of sorts about his ankle, his brows furrowed with annoyance, thinking his pant leg may have caught on some shrubbery of sorts—looking back on it, he really wouldn’t ever atone for his scared behavior. Gaze fretfully being torn from their trailing over a string of lights he’d been thoroughly enjoying viewing and directed downward with malcontent, only to freeze in his tracks; surely that was not a snake curling up with his leg, its tongue all a flicker and a smile—oh yes that was a smile on the nonexistent lips of the reptile. Worry stuck its dissonant chords and sounded only in his ears, causing Kyuhyun to wave his leg about in a fractious manner, keeping fear as dulled as he might be able to.
It wasn’t long after he started his wiggling about to shake off the reptile did a voice sound somewhere behind him; laced with what he could detect as anguish he snapped his head up to look for the source, not knowing which distraction should his attention be directed to.