and in the mourning

lee donghae. twenty-six. brotherhood recruiter. you're my end and my beginning.

[x-sooyeon]

✘ for the first time ▬ ;

[x-sooyeon]

" you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. "

[x-donghae-blog]

*/ everything's a slight blur until the noise of the outside world gets muted by the lock of the door clicking shut and the sudden stillness of things. one minute heads are rolling then the next hearts are beating too loud--the unpredictability of time is always so beautiful. he should be saying something, doing something. a lot of things, actually, that all run along the line of apologies and explanations, but nothing really happens. donghae looks at her almost like nothing happened, like they never had anything and it's not apathy as it is an automated response. underneath the heavy layers of denial hardened by time lies a raging storm that's been brewing for too long / very brave of you to do this. */ small pause. unenigmatic looks. blank faces that shouldn't be. most of all donghae wants to hold jessica again and feel what it's like to kiss her again and tell her that he loves her again and watch her wake up in the morning and smile again--but nothing really happens. and they're left looking at each other, being obvious and mysterious, and he says-- / what do you want, jessica? */ he says purposefully, as if he means business. but it's different, saying her name over bar counters and glasses of expensive liquefied intoxication and saying her name sober, with her right there to hear him and with her right there for him to address her. it's different, and he never wanted it to be /

[x-sooyeon]

✘ for the first time ▬ ;

( ... )

[x-donghae-blog]

*/ whoever said picking today to visit the brotherhood base was a bright idea clearly wasn't very bright--because it's not even past twelve and hell has already broken loose in the upper floors. and the few members taking refuge in the darkly lit halls of the brotherhood are either scrambling to reach the other levels or risking their lives to protect the elevators and every crack and crevice that the renegades can gain access to. donghae, of course, is doing neither. he's busy reaching the exit because 1) he doesn't want to exert unnecessary energy into protecting something that can protect itself and 2) he's pretty sure the brotherhood has enough martyrs that will offer their lives to protect the cause. plus, he's a vampire--it's their instinct to avoid danger unless they're the one initiating it. so donghae weaves his way through the mess of limbs and deadly energy shooting from people's fingertips easily with the undetected inhuman speed that vampires are capable of. /

--ah.

*/ when donghae opens his eyes, the dim lights seem too bright, and he catches onto the fist flying toward his face just quickly enough to roll to the side and dodge it. he looks up at the idiot who just tried to sucker punch him with an annoyed face, then he starts to get up / dick move. */ and it's barely a second before he's snapping the boy's neck and letting his decapitated head roll off to the side. then donghae is on his way out again. every so often he sees a pop of a bright summer color appear in his vision, but he ignores everything and centers his attention on getting the hell out. /

*/ of course the universe can be funny sometimes in the way that when donghae reaches the last turn before the exit he's looking for he finds himself looking at his ex-girlfriend of two years who he faked his death for.

awkward.

but he doesn't just stand there. donghae isn't stupid. so he makes use of the isolation to make a dash for the doors. maybe jessica will think he's just a ghost, maybe--oh who was he kidding. jessica is a lot of things but she isn't an idiot. /