𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. cheerful arcade noises sound from the screen, greatly contrasting the look of exasperation plastered on a normally smug face. she stares, slack jawed at her girlfriend's corner of the screen that proudly displays the one word hana has grown so accustomed to hearing her whole life : 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹! and for the first time ever, the word isn't meant for her.
❝ 불가능한 ... ❞ the controller falls from deft hands and into her lap as her eyes bore into the word 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 tainting her side of the screen. if she looks hard enough she can see her own reflection in the screen, puzzled and hopeless. her girlfriend's pride is almost overwhelming, drowning hana in waves of boastful laughs and smiles. a tiny, nervous chuckle escapes her.
she loves winning, but she loves brigitte more. or at least she thinks she does. there are times when she isn't sure, when she feels confused by her emotions and how they conflict with her ego. she hates that brigitte makes her feel so empty when she isn't around— 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 that makes hana feel like a coward. games don't feel the way they used to; they don't give her the same thrill as being around HER. she isn't performing as well as she did back then. days spent behind her screen engrossed by a digital world are long gone, now spent preparing for battle or seldom enjoying a life worth living with someone she cares deeply for.
❝ no one has ever beat me at this game before— ❞ no one has beaten hana song at anything before. she tears her eyes away from the screen to look over at her girlfriend. ❝ have you ... have you been practicing? ❞
@heartexpire , ♡’d for hana.