ambrosia •° wayv [kunten]

two

someone was staring at him when he woke up.

was he dreaming?

why is he seeing his ex on their– his bed?

kun groaned and closed his eyes again. he felt exhausted from the day before. he started to work with the high council a week ago, and working to set up the wards in the borders until the daylight became unbearable maybe warranted him some kind of good, undisturbed sleep.

the figure from his dream yanked his pillow away from where he was sleeping on it.

kun groaned again and shifted from his position on the bed, throwing a veined, pale hand above his eyes.

"trespassing in my dreams and still acting like a fucking bitch," he murmured. there was only silence around him as he started to succumb to sleep again.

then there was a ruffling beside him and the feeling of a weight getting off the bed.

"maybe if you woke up and made breakfast already, i wouldn't be a fucking bitch."

kun immediately opened his eyes.

there's no way— no way in hell— that ten is actually in his bedroom now, is there?

he rubbed his eyes tiredly and took a deep breath. and froze.

the world froze.

sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a silk chemise that he recognized was one of his, eyes as sharp as kun remembered– was ten.

his ex-boyfriend. the little devil that plagued his mind and soul until this day.

kun was shocked out of his mind. is this real? maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, an after effect of working so hard writing runes for the higher council one week straight. he tried to tighten his grip on reality, finding any proof that this is a figment of his mind games.

but the figure did not perish. it continued to gaze at him from the far side of the bed–

corporeal. tangible.

kun growled loudly.

"what in the hell do you think you're doing?! why are you in my bed?!"

the smaller crossed his legs and arms as he rolled his eyes. kun was familiar with this. he still remembered the other's mannerisms– how his dainty fingers emphasized his expressions, his head tilting back when deep in thought, how he leans in when he laughs– kun still knew it all. he hated that he still did.

"stop overreacting, for heaven's sake. and we shared this bed for, like, seven hundred years. don't act like a green boy now."

the smaller male stood up and walked to the mahogany doors, smooth, unblemished legs in full view. kun looked away from where he sat on the bed.

"where the fuck do you think you're going?"

ten turned back with an annoyed look on his face. "to bring my clothes up. because i'm gonna live here again from now on."

kun was enraged. "why?!"

"what do you mean why? johnny was forcing me to pay rent and i'm fucking broke."

"then go live off someone else! you can't stay here!"

"why? this is my house too."

"this is my house alone."

ten clicked his tongue. "i lived here. it's my house too. i have a right to live here and you know it."

"no. get the fuck out of my house."