[his colors have changed, the warm tan that jiho's always loved turning into a brighter gold. there are strange wings on his back. the color of his eyes are different, golden and overbright, a reminder that he's not the human that he often seems to be. not anymore.
but his smile is the same. his lips, when he leans in to kiss the assassin, are the same. it is rook, and that's the only thing that matters.]
I guess I should know those things. Probably important.
[but he's the same kind of sloth, content to just touch rook with the water streaming over their skin, kiss him the same way he always kisses him. maybe even a little deeper. but he knows that eventually one of them has to be the stronger man. so jiho stands, hands locked tightly with rook's as he helps pull him up. there's a strength there that suggests that even if he was falling over a cliff and down into nothingness, jiho would hold tight forever.
they finish washing, and drying, until jiho is sitting on the edge of the bed, sweatpants on, with rook behind his shoulder.]
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but his smile is the same. his lips, when he leans in to kiss the assassin, are the same. it is rook, and that's the only thing that matters.]
I guess I should know those things. Probably important.
[but he's the same kind of sloth, content to just touch rook with the water streaming over their skin, kiss him the same way he always kisses him. maybe even a little deeper. but he knows that eventually one of them has to be the stronger man. so jiho stands, hands locked tightly with rook's as he helps pull him up. there's a strength there that suggests that even if he was falling over a cliff and down into nothingness, jiho would hold tight forever.
they finish washing, and drying, until jiho is sitting on the edge of the bed, sweatpants on, with rook behind his shoulder.]
This is starting to feel familiar.