#timcslipx

[sshibalx]

sister's-- baby sister's, or rather, younger sister's are a luxury to have. a terrible luxury, but a luxury at best. they hog bathrooms in hotel rooms, they steal your snacks, they throw tantrums when things don't go their way, and they poach on everything you value: food, drinks, best friends, condos, money, and bubbles of personal space. they get away with murder-- figure of speech, of course, as there isn't anyone an older brother such as Han wouldn't murder for--

ft. @timcslipx || after the event

though the tricky part to that had always been keeping these murders from her knowledge. having lived with her his entire life, surely there was an inkling of what he was turning into. surely she hadn't been blind to the downward spiral of serial killings and obsession that came along with it. Mimi wasn't stupid. Mimi was one of the smartest people he'd known. she knew him like the back of her own hand, and it was wrong of him to take advantage of her loyalty like that. it was wrong of him to endanger her like that, and it was wrong to cast her away so quickly when she revealed an ounce of her happiness whether or not it had anything to do with his best friend.

after every murder he'd completed, the tiny anxiousness that she had some knowledge of the horrors he could do would fill his mind. he'd gotten comfortable, careless, and selfish to the entire plan. the pain he could inflict had previously been unsurmountable in his mind, only to be proven wrong by Doves with a couple of scalpels and quite a lot of surface area on his own skin.

there was still a question of what they'd done to his sister, the fading bruises on her skin would still test his temper. every time his eyes scanned for more of those translucent marks, he had to contain his actions of rebellion, revenge and resentment that he felt for himself. and while he was quick to work with Gil on plans, he spent a lot of his time, when Simon allowed, sitting at that chair overlooking the bed in which she'd slept.

like a modern day sleeping beauty, she rested, and it was all that Han could hope for-- the clouding of a true love's kiss from another (a best friend) would have to wait while she lay there almost lifeless. it was both a comforting, yet a traumatic thought to carry in his mind, as he held the stethoscope to her pulse once more for reassurance. his own body reached a tiny state of tranquility, knowing she was safe.

"Strong as ever, " he commented on the heartbeat trapped inside her body, hoping it'd soon bring back the color in her cheeks. he hated seeing her like this. 

“Now...”  

his once thoughtless worries for her well-being fled the body in a set of tiny sniffles. 

“Please wake up and tell me to eat shit.” 

[fledglingthieves]

@timcslipx

Only a few days passed since he brought Mimi back to his apartment and, so far, she hadn’t hinted once that she recalled his secret. While Simon still couldn’t be sure, he hoped it would remain that way. Keeping that part of his life secret from Mimi had worked so far. And while the question continued to tug at the back of his mind, Simon had far more important concerns. Mimi’s shallow breaths worried him, along with how little he’d gotten her to actually eat. While he remained tempted to take her to a hospital, he would only use that as a last resort out of fear that a Dove agent would recognize her face.

Once he’d eaten lunch himself and offered a bowl of soup for Mimi, which she seemed to deny, his only option remained to lie next to her. It seemed to be the one thing he could consistently do to make Mimi feel better; he only hoped that his tall body could keep the nightmares away from hers.

He hadn’t intended on dozing off, but it happened regardless. It was funny to think that, only a few weeks ago they fought in their sleep, with Simon being used to having his bed to himself. Now he didn’t want to imagine sleeping alone. When he blinked his eyes open, he realized Mimi had stirred awake some moments before. She didn’t quite seem fully there with her distant glare and how small she still looked, but at least sitting awake in bed with eyes wide and blinking served as a stark contrast to her previous still and sleepy habits. “Hey,” He began, his voice still soft with sleep. “How are you feeling now? Are you up for eating anything yet?”

[sshibalx]

@timcslipx

eyes fixated on the black marble, the way the light glistened against the countertop gave him mixed feelings. perhaps he’d have to make some calls to get the color replaced. a dark green could better suit the sunlight--with the time change. and despite having been fully adjusted to the spring forward, it appeared that the place was dull, and still contrived of the winter solstice. and while spring was, in fact, the worst season in his opinion, there was an urgent sense of ‘out with the old, in with the new’. the air of spring cleaning annoyed his conscious along with the allergies watering his eyelids every moment he stepped outside. 

his breakfast sat in front of him, cold uneaten. his tea lukewarm, as the clock behind him, ticked. the steady rhythm of the seconds passing only created more of unease. his lips in the thinnest line he could muster as he brought his cup of tea to for a sip. and before his lips could pucker at the bitterness of the white tea in his teacup the sound of the key lock stirred. it created the only sound in the condo. it echoed against the marble countertop and glass surfaces which surrounded Han in his place of comfort. 

before his sister could knock against the door for him to unlock the deadbolt, he made his way to the door. muttering to himself the threats he’d issued the night before. ‘만약 네가 괜찮은 시간에 집에 돌아왔다면 우리는이 혼란에 빠지지 않을 것이다.’

he peeped through the eyehole to make sure it was his sister behind the wooden portal, unlocked the deadbolt in an agonizingly slow manner, and twisted the doorknob before turning back to his beautifully lit breakfast nook.

“You can save me the details of your long night but I’m allowed to know that you didn’t sleep in a back alley.”

[fledglingthieves]

Mimi needed space. She needed to take time to herself, to properly recover, to heal both physically and mentally. Simon knew his presence would only hinder that, so he’d done his best to stay out of her way, which he found difficult in their shared apartment. He still dropped some medication off for Mimi at his nightstand -- simple pain meds, something for a possible fever, and a small dose of something that would help her sleep; without a visit to the doctor and no inclination for what could be wrong with Mimi, it was all Simon had to work with. He cooked for her still, but otherwise, he stayed out of his bedroom to avoid her watchful gaze. Her eyes only served as a reminder that Simon got himself in this situation; that he’d been the liar for three years.

It still didn’t matter that Mimi was reasonably angry with him, Simon still cared for her, still wanted her to grow stronger and healthier. A ghost of a smile grew on his face when he noticed her standing idly in his room, when he realized she was awake for longer, when her appetite slowly returned.

And yet, she still hadn’t spoken to him.

He’d already assumed that whatever their relationship had been had died the day Mimi discovered the truth. But he’d known Mimi nearly as long as he’d known Han...Simon didn’t want this to be it for them. Didn’t want to continue the rest of his life without ever speaking to Mimi again.

He still knew she needed space. And time. But perhaps a simple how are you feeling or a do you need more pillows wouldn’t hurt much. Which is what Simon planned on asking her after his knuckles rapped against his bedroom door.

Instead, his own bookcase greeted him. A cheap one that he’d only picked up a few weeks back and only had the chance to shelve a few paperbacks on. The cheap bookshelf, however, was the only thing Simon could see, as before he could peer around it, or even say Mimi’s name for that matter, the bookshelf flew at him and pushed Simon to the ground. Any breath and most of the hope that he could still salvage his relationship with Mimi slipped out of his chest as the bookcase landed on top of him.

His face, his chest, and the back of his head ached, but Simon still managed to slip out from under the shelves. Only his arms managed to prop him up on the floor while he attempted to find his breathing. When he finally raised his head and looked back in his bedroom he only found Mimi standing across from him.

Confused, surprised, and admittedly a little frustrated, Simon huffed as he met her gaze for the first time in days. “Mimi,” He scowled. “What the fuck was that?”

@timcslipx

[fledglingthieves]

all the texts <3

ღ for an affectionate text

Simon: Don’t make me say this to your faceSimon: But I’m glad you’re around. I used to just think you were Han’s little sister but you’ve really become my friendSimon: So thanks. For sticking around

ϟ for a drunk text

Simon: why did i convince you to let me comle out tonight !Simon: i don’t know wherye i azm pi lost trackSimon:how am i supposed to get hoedm? did you evaen get ta degasnited driverSimon:because i know there’s no wfay you’re sober tonight

☠ for a final text

Simon: don’t try and stop me because this is my only option alright? don’t worry about Hazel, she’s with some family on her step mom’s sideSimon: she does look up to you though. stop by and see her once and a while, will you?Simon: just know I’ve been more than grateful for all the laughs that we’ve shared over the years and the trips we’ve taken. You gave me something no one else ever could, and it meant a lot. I’m only upset that I was never able to return the favor, but hopefully you can forgive me for that.

✫ for a text meant for someone else

Simon: You can find me in my office at 12:30 if you’d like to talk to me about your grade. I’ll be getting lunch before that so I apologize if I’m running a few minutes lateSimon: Except I won’t be talking to you about your paper, Mimi. please don’t show up to my office while i’m trying to talk to a student.

¢ for a late night text

Simon: Did you really lock Han out?Simon: He’s over at my place now. He’s not too happy with you right nowSimon: You know it’s his house too, right?

∞ for a half-asleep text

Simon: How hard would it be for you to take us to the Library of Alexandria?Simon: Listen. I know it’s 3 a.m. but I’m still upset about itSimon: For the record, yes, I just had a dream about it which is why I’m asking. I promise I won’t take anything. I just want to see it.

✯ for an early morning text

Simon: Why is Hazel trying to wear red lipstick to school? Where did she even get lipstick from?Simon: Did you buy it for her? I’m not mad. I just didn’t even know she wanted to wear lipstick. Is it normal for thirteen-year-olds to wear lipstick?

➳ for an apologetic text

Simon: Look, I’m sorry for messing up your last retrieval, okay? But how many people can say that they got to see Teddy Roosevelt in person? I don’t care about him that much but still. It’s Teddy Roosevelt.Simon: Please bring me along again I promise I’ll keep quiet next time and won’t cause a scene.

♭ for an angry text

Simon: Don’t you realize how much you make Han worry? I had an older sister too so I know it can be fun to annoy them and make them squirmSimon: But sometimes you’ve got to lay off a little. You’ve gotta know when to draw the line because otherwise both Han and I are going to start going bald when we wonder just whatever it is you’re up toSimon: You don’t have to tell either of us specifics. Just let Han know you’re safe for a change.

[sshibalx]

all the texts, yes. < 3

ღ for an affectionate text

( sent 03:02 — Mimi ): You’re correct that is a dumb sentiment to share with me at 3 am in the morning knowing full and well that I have to be up in 4 hours.( sent 03:03 — Mimi ): I’ve never feared being gross in my life, as it’s inherently who I am as a person.( sent 03:04 — Mimi ): So for the sake of ending this conversation I love you too, brat.

ϟ for a drunk text

( sent 01:59 — Mimi ): where areuou? 😡😡😡( sent 01:59 — Mimi ): they made me throw out your DRINK.( sent 02:00 — Mimi ): not only did ijust spend too much on a vodka soda for you butyOu left me here( sent 02:01 — Mimi ): theses the last time I got out with you again.( sent 02:01 — Mimi ): MIMI. ( sent 02:14 — Mimi ):👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

☠ for a final text

( sent 06:00 — Mimi ): You can’t come with me, Mimi. Not this time. You can’t keep following me everywhere I go.( sent 06:01 — Mimi ): Call dad. It’s worse than Mexico this time. Do you understand?( sent 06:02 — Mimi ): I can’t explain what I’ve done because I don’t want you to think of me any differently. I hope you always think of me as your older brother who loved you— who did everything he could to keep you safe.( sent 06:03 — Mimi ): So let me do that one last time. Let me go. Alone.( sent 06:03 — Mimi ): Remember, I love you, Mimi.

✫ for a text meant for someone else

( sent 17:03 — Mimi ): You were right about this place—perfect for dinner tonight. They even have our table located in the corner for privacy.  😏( sent 17:05 — Mimi ): —Disregard. That was meant for someone else.( sent 17:05 — Mimi ): Don’t ask questions you know I won’t answer.

¢ for a late night text

( sent 11:59 — Mimi ): It’s none of my business, and I don’t care where you are. I’d just like to know if you’re coming home tonight.( sent 12:00 — Mimi ): We should have a repeat discussion about the deadbolt~~( sent 12:01 — Mimi ): I keep forgetting if we decided to keep it locked or unlocked.( sent 12:02 — Mimi ): Even now, it slips my mind. 🙃

∞ for a half asleep text

( sent 03:02 — Mimi ): Stop. Banging. On the door. I’m on my way.

✯ for an early morning text

( sent 08:02 — Mimi ): I left some donuts for the best hungover sister in the world. You’ll want to eat them while they’re fresh.( sent 08:03 — Mimi ): I’ll be out for the rest of the day.

➳ for an apologetic text

( sent 21:24 — Mimi ): No, I don’t think you “suck”( sent 21:25 — Mimi ): Mom and Dad love you.( sent 21:26 — Mimi ): I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m sorry I’ve been so much of a terrible brother that you have these thoughts. You’re an amazing, beautiful person, Mimi. Mom just has trouble telling you.

♭ for an angry text

( sent 23:16 — Mimi ): I’m a little busy at the moment.( sent 23:25 — Mimi ): What the fuck did you do this time?( sent 23:28 — Mimi ): If you don’t answer me within the next five minutes I’m calling Dad and you KNOW how much I hate doing that.