" It's just a game, a silly little game. " / i died in the meantime i apologize
the silence lingered for a glimpse of a second, contemplation and deliberation compressing the atmosphere as his broad back found solace in the cushion of leather fabric sofa, the spacious living room of his abode appearing visibly smaller upon the countless ivories to cloud the cold surface of his marbled floor. long fingers tangled in the tousled raven colored strands, as a sigh was heave past his lips as his forehead rested against the calloused heels of his palms, and his nape was nestled safely on the edge of the cushion. tiredness was an understatement, rien could feel the exhaustion inflame the sore muscles across his build frame as the crimson tint of his eyes outshone the sunset colored orbs.
( four hours course in no sleep from hong kong to incheon. two hours of nothing but frustration that begun in the international airport, a commotion formed by fans and media alike welcoming the band back into national sole and lasted through the entire route back to seoul.)
the peace of his sweet home found a premature ending in a long forgotten commitment – months have passed without a proper meeting between the two english gentlemen, and guilty rien felt weight his consciousness more than the reflex of his fatigued bones ever will. despite of the few years that separated their birth, it still warmed the elder’s heart with a sense of familiarity, to share a moment or two with someone who remind him so much of where his heart lies. london was and still is, in rien’s conception, the main reason as to why he pursued his own success.
“it might not bloody be like battle royale, but is that one so fucking shitty?” his chest rumbled in a loud groan at the younger’s words. rien supposed he could find reliance on the younger’s opinion, after all, matthew did spent more time surrounded by games than his hectic schedule would ever allow him to. which might make the younger a better connoisseur of the matter to aid the bassist in his quest to accept a new role, in the midst of the countless proposes he was graced with. he supposed he should be a bit more grateful for the fact his acting was – surprisingly – still highly requested. “should i turn it down then? the only one that appealed to me so far is the remake of suicide club. what do you think about that one?”
