Miraculous : Eclipse

Shadows

Gold eyes were fixed on the transparent liquid in the hollow of the glass, seeing the reflection of the hotel's staff wandering around the lobby.

It is midnight and Antony is not there, as in a habit that is slowly setting in. His stomach is growling and he can feel the acidity of the drinks he had taken earlier rise in his throat. The hand that squeezes this glass is getting a harder hold and for several hours now his muscles have been straining themselves.

Tinea has a habit of these dark hours, when the bitterness of his overcomplicated relationships gnaws at his head. Things were supposed to be different this time around, he thought he was getting out of this vicious circle, in a healthy relationship with people taking care of him. Yet, here he goes again, abandoned, this time for stupid superheroes games. If he was alone, he would have already smashed this glass against the wall, swearing to anyone who would want to hear it.

"One vodka, please." The voice he hears to his right is the icing on the cake of his despair, served by the person he trusted the most in the world.

His voice deepened, like a sound from his soul and the words came out on their own.

Tinea: You really decided to never leave me the fuck alone.

Ghost: Back into old habits ?

Tinea: The one you learned about while stroking your dick behind my window ?

The silence that passed was a wise decision on Ghost's part, giving the bartender time to lose focus on their discussion. Although they were not that kind of stalker, they knew well that this behavior was not a matter of vanity. When their drink was served, they swallowed it straight to refresh their thoughts.

Ghost: I didn't learn that behind a window.

Tinea: Did I ask ?

A small pout appeared on their face but far from being impressed, Ghost leaned towards him, in a gesture similar to a confession.

Ghost: I remember when our manager scolded you one time, for something stupid. You were so mad that for two days straight you would take that voice, mumbling how much of a bitch she was. I think I was the only one you were talking normally to-

Before that sentence was fully spoken out, the glass bursted with a sound that echoed along the walls. Their gaze shifted to Tinea's hand, still crushed on the material that cut into his skin, seeing the blood mixing with the alcohol. The defiant look and expression in that anger seemed so firm, it made Ghost recoil involuntarily.

Tinea: I am not your friend. I am not you buddy and I'm not your little play thing. The only thing I should be to you is a fucking threat. Got it ?

Nothing made him more furious than Ghost's attempt of false sympathy, playing on the fact they knew each other and that he gave them a little bit of his trust at that time. Tinea had learnt his lessons with this sociopath of a person the harsh way, he refused to fall into their trap again. Yet, sometimes he would wonder if he really knew nothing of them or if Ghost was at least a little true to themself at the time.

His hand slid along the counter, picking up pieces of glass in a gesture that scratched the wood. Subconsciously, a breath escaped Ghost's lips as they watched the young man leave. The only other spectator was the bartender, visibly in shock at his client's actions. The two met eyes and in their natural composure, Ghost stood up.

Ghost: Thank you, this was a great evening. Sadly, I'm a fugitive. So I need to go. Here is a tip, to excuse my buddy. Stay strong, king.

Following their "buddy"'s gesture, they left.