#romanxsimon

[trickerxlife]

Suho's brows furrowed, his lips pursing tightly as he aura of /something/ caught his attention. He knew that, he knew almost all the gods and goddesses. It's been a gift of his, well more like something he forced himself to learn as time passed. After all pretending to be a god himself for ever so long had made him catious, he had to know who or what he was facing, just to avoid any unnecessary dangers. With the person he was, he could never be too careful. After all, it wasn't like there weren't so very few people that wanted him dead. 

The energy he felt from whoever the person might be was definitely not strong enough to be a God in his flesh but surely had the strong taste of it. As his eyes scanned through the room, he found himself approaching a male, one he hadn't seen before, but he was pretty sure he met one of the guy's parents in his life. "Hey you, I'm Suho, let's chat?"

[expxcr]

[text] I’ve done what you wanted, I need my payment

[ ✉ ]: I’ll just give it to you the next time we meet.

[anomelly]

“I like when you smile.”

            That was all it took. Days of gloom seemed to disappear the moment Simon spoke to her. For several seconds, she seemed to forget that her mood had lessened to something so much less than what she was accustomed to showing to the world around her. Her smile had all but vanished from pale features. Perhaps it was stress? That, she wasn’t so certain of. Even in the face of extreme stress, Melanie had always managed to keep a positive expression upon her face but, as of late, she felt heavy—she felt as if, suddenly, everything around her had become too much.

            ”Simon,” she whispered while setting down the pen she’d been writing with. They hadn’t known one another for very long, but she couldn’t deny the comfort that she’d seemed to feel whenever she managed to be in his presence. With oversized sleeves flapping about, the tiny girl bounced over to the male and practically tackled him onto her bed. In retrospect, it was a rather funny scene—someone her size attempting such a thing—and, maybe, that was what aided the smile slowly forming on her lips, coaxing it to life and brightening sullen features.

                        ”I like when you smile.”

            ”Thank you..” And there it was; the one act that always seemed to stick with her--the one that ran away when she needed it the most--was back and creating an energy within her that she missed much more than she had thought possible. She was smiling, she was happy, and she would make sure to keep doing so. If not for her, then for him.

[ddxirene]