intertwine.
@cvkangjoon
At two in the morning, Seulgi is restless. It is late, or early, and either way the moon is dim tonight, the stars muted by a haze of clouds, and there is a malaise that clings to the slender witch, a leaden weight in her heart that makes her sick. Her ribs ache and she longs to crawl out of her skin, to rend it from her bones, to cleanse herself in fire - and the thought of fire, today, leads her to the thought of one witch in particular.
There are times when she stumbles across him by mistake, and she pretends this is one of them. There are more often, however, times she returns to him simply because she can. She winds him up around her finger, sinks her claws into his heart and pulls, dragging him back to her if she senses his escape. Seulgi is wicked and she is cruel and above all else she is selfish. It is her central trait, it is defining, it is all encompassing.
So she goes to his dorm, a path she knows too well. She doesn't bother texting and she doesn't think twice about appearing int he middle of the night - this is who they are now, what they have become. Once they were tightly clasped hands and whispered words.. but then, had they ever been more than a maelstrom? Had there ever been more than angry words and grasping hands, tangling up in sheets and ripping at each other's insecurities? It was a pendulum with the two of them even at their best, and now, at their worst, it was a mine field.
Knuckles rap against the wood and she waits for a tense, anxious moment, her heart clenching in her chest, toes curling in her socks, until the door swings open and ---
And god - there he is, with tousled hair and wide amber eyes, light and piercing, his lips parted in something like confusion, but he moves aside when she pushes past him,breezing into his room wordlessly, fingers sliding back through her hair to tousle it back over her shoulders, toeing off her sneakers.
"Well, aren't you going to be hospitable?" she drawls, a quiet challenge.