In Tongues • Luwoo

Greed

This is not a threat, I promise (Nope)

I promise

This is not a threat, I promise (yuh, yuh,yuh)

It's a warning, baby, I just want you to know

The night sky is unforgiving, Yukhei thinks.

He's long since grown tired of the constant, fixed scenery of the stars and the moon. It's the same thing every day, day in and day out. He prefers moments wherein the sun and the moon come in brief contact with one another, the liquid black of the night sky merging together with the various shades of blue from the sunlight, together creating a mess of colors that often mean nothing but are interpreted as many things.

While creatures like him thrive off the darkness where nothing but the color black matters, he wonders when he'll find a reason to actually find the night sky beautiful.

Yukhei often wonders about the constant hypotheticals running around his head that can't seem to catch a break. He thinks about them when he's on duty. He thinks about them when the sun has long since been taken over by the dark recesses of the night and when there's a restless energy aching deep within his bones.

He thinks it (the restless energy) feels kind of like an insistent and unreachable itch he can't scratch–it's that fucking annoying, anyway.

Hypotheticals aren't what make him restless though, on the contrary, they give him reason to be still for once and to have time to gather his thoughts and put them into words. Expressing himself verbally has never been his strongest suit but his partner, Mark, has never been hindered by Yukhei's lack of fluency in a language.

Both have worked side by side long enough to understand each other without really needing to physically speak with one another. After all, Mark has always been quick to catch on and match with Yukhei.

Yukhei thinks he's been doing too much thinking lately if his thoughts about Mark (out of all demons) are anything to go by.

Boredom from sitting around all day and night is what's probably making said demon venture into the deep recesses of his mind.

The hard ledge he's sitting on has long since forced his ass to numb and his cramped legs aren't making his night any better. He's grown past tired of his unrelenting thoughts and feels like he needs to do something other than be sitting on his numb ass and watch the night go by yet again.

Work is slow, too slow for Yukhei who's impatient as fuck and likes everything fast-paced. He figures he needs to be at least tipsy in order to make it through his remaining hours on the clock before Chenle and Renjun take over his and Mark's spot.

Being a demon isn't all it's cut out to be for Yukhei but he'd rather not complain since he stills gets some good things out of having a pair of black horns growing out his head.

For one, Yukhei gets to fuck around with humans while driving them towards damnation.

" Oi, 'm going to get drunk, or something," Yukhei tells Mark, not bothering to wait for his partner's response before jumping down from the edge of the roof of the building they were patrolling on.