#tlou-chen

[zentlou]

→ tlou-chen 

Jongdae reiterates the way the latter said “They keep my mind away from bullshit” and he chuckles. “True enough, they are…. indescribable” He sighs because he feels it is the best he can say. “Ah, surviving as best as I can though?”

Nodding with his head, narrow eyes skimp on the boy's last sentences, his mind now is wondering, if not just reconsidering a fleeting thought, a certain idea. "Surviving... but are you living, though?" A pause after his words bring Sen to shake the notion with a gesture of the hand, his nose got too deep into third party business. "Well, mind if I...?" His fingers tremble at grabbing hold of a cigarette, he awaits for Chen's blessing with raised eyebrows.  

[jiyongxtlou]

Song!Canon

Who knows how long?I’ve been awake nowThe shadows on my wall don’t sleepThey keep calling meBeckoning;;

    ➳;; Jiyong suffers from awful bouts of insomnia, a side effect of the PTSD from the death of his mother and sister. He stays up and going for as long as his body will allow him sometimes before collapsing completely, unwilling to succumb to the nightmare that often plague him. It’s another source of his self loathing, how the dreams still affect him as much as they do. There are constant dark circles under his eyes, and because he’ll keep going until his body can no longer support himself he’ll sometimes fall asleep in random places. It’s not uncommon to find him dozing at his work bench in his shop- he’s even been seen passed out standing up and leaning against a wall before. That's not to say that he still doesn't get a regular night's sleep; the insomnia comes and goes in waves, sometimes giving him trouble for months at at time before calming itself again, other times only lasting for a few days.

[zentlou]

"Don’t look me like that…"

▶ White and more white, bad memories assault his mind as the sight of endless hills covered in snow send a shiver up and down Sen's spine. In front of his nose, a small cloud scapes out of blue-ice lips, recalling in him the warmth of toxicity running through his body. Oh, he could kill for a cigarette right now...

But the closest person around could hardly be in possesion of the treasure he seizes. Chen is clean, he detects, while the other man rubs his arms to bring a shot of heat to his system. Who knew the roads could be so empty. As a little child Sen remembers streets collapsed in cars of all types running through Tokyo,  actually, he might have a vague memory of a movie he saw with his mother before her death of a bald man racing mad careers within cities all around the world. Funny thing, even the word "movie" is strange for him right now. 

They never thought that a little snowfall could get them stuck in the middle of nowhere; just a chit-chat, they said to themselves, it can hardly hurt us in a world where danger is around every corner, they believed. Now, when the porch of an abandoned house barely offers them shelter, the two share furtive glances full of blame, not for oneself but for the other. 

"Don't look at me like that..." 

Sen, sensitive because of the cold, growls in a soft voice:

 "We're not cuddling."

[zentlou]

"You look more lively than the last time I had seen you around" He said with a monotone dripping in his voice. Ah, the kid is familiar-- of course, he had once lived in the military zone so he knew who is this boy he is talking to. "I supposed yuo have been okay?"

Outlining a crooked smile, Sen runs a hand through his hair in amusement. "Well well, lately I have been frequenting more people. Survivors aren't easy to deal with but I guess that... they keep my mind away from bullshit" He sighs. Vague memories come up to him at the sight of the boy, Sen remembers him, but a dizzy feeling of unconsciousness makes him think he wasn't at his best when they met. "Anyways, um, what about you?"

[13xjingoo]

❤

❤: Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

Relaxing around you—reclining on a couch or a bed or slumped down in a chair or sprawling out with his back propped up by a tree trunk or a piece of rubble. A lazy, I’m tired, maybe shoulders touching, I could take a quick nap sort of pose. Especially if he takes his hatchet off his belt so he can stretch out more comfortably.