⠀𝒔𝑢𝑛 ⁄ 𝒔𝑤𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❟

@beyondthestyx，    [STILL——the warmth on his shoulder makes him go,  just still,  not stiff as a mannequin,  but not recoiling;  just aware. edmund glances down briefly at the hand lingering there,  then back up again,  the corner of his mouth curving in something that could almost be called fond.    he does not shrug the hand off.   instead,   he leans back slightly into the touch,  perhaps to prove that reassurance works both ways.]   enthusiasm isn't a crime,  vhynz..   i'm just excited that we finally have a new friend again,    that's all.   [that careless,  yet honest tone bunny often holds on his tongue was quite dangerous when it can be mistaken as virtue,   especially when it ends with a casual smile that he currently wore.    he reaches up then,   lightly brushing vhynz’s wrist where it rests on his shoulder——not pushing it away,   simply acknowledging it.   a quiet breath through his nose, faintly amused.]   relax,   i have no intention with chasing him off.    i'll be nice to him—no tricks up my sleeve,    philosopher's honour.   i can behave,   you know... (at least for one evening).  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⺌  @thegIorey   ࡚᛭     [edmund's  shoulder  soon  feels  warmth,   as  vhynz  lets  his  hand  pat  and  linger  on  the  fabric  that  was  there.  though  the  idea  felt  much  like  he  had  to  chew  on  rocks  for  hours  on  end,  he  couldn't  deny  his  oldest  friend  such  a  small  request.   the  touch  serves  as  assurance,  a  confirmation  of  his  willingness  to  follow  through  with  ..  all  this.  it's  difficult  to  bite  down  the  urge  to  point  out  that  francis,  bless  his  heart,  would  agree  with  anyone  on  everything  if  you  only  asked  at  the  right  times,  but  he  manages  by  some  extensive  miracle.]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so  eager,  bun.   calm  yourself,  would  you?   if  he  heard  what  you  were  saying  about  his...  current  disposition...,    [the  words  seem  to  taste  like  pickled  plums.  sour  as  he  says  them,  and  sour  even  after  they  leave  his  mouth.  the  blank  gaze  he  tries  to  level  bunny  with  almost  seems  reprimanding,  on  its  own.]   i  have  no  doubt  that  he'd  grow  upset.   you  mustn't  say  such  dreadful  things;   it  might  drive  him  away.

@beyondthestyx，    Yes,   [NODDED EDMUND,  there was no hesitation in his voice for how quick he answered the question.   maybe a part of him just simply wanted his newest friend to feel included in pre–established activities,  and maybe another said it was much deeper than a simple invitation.]   i still believe he should experience dinner in the countryside with us;   /once/.    it'll be good for him—  fresh air.   proper wine.  real food,  not whatever ghastly thing he’s been living on.   francis would agree with me(!)   he’s always going on about “atmosphere,”    isn’t he?    [he holds back a scoff with a grin.   a faint tilt of his head.   the suggestion sounds innocent.   it never is.   but was it ever?]    and—–you'll already be there,   so you can protect valerie from his eyes for as much as you wish.  i can keep him occupied,  even.    it can't be that difficult.  [easy and unbothered,  bunny shrugs.  he was being accommodating—at least,  trying to be.]    that ought to make you comfortable,    shouldn’t it?

@beyondthestyx，    [FOR THE BRIEFEST MOMENT,  so brief for it was only meant for vhynz to see— something sharp cuts across edmund’s expression.   not embarrassment.   not quite anger.   something more.../territorial/   than that. his fingers remain suspended midair where his glass had been.  bunny  exhales through his nose;  slowly.   with exaggerated calm,  he reaches up and slides his glasses from his face,   buying himself time with thought.  he folds them carefully and presses the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger,    rubbing once as if staving off a headache.]     ..and here i was thinking the first rule was to drink with people you trust,     [with betrayal,   he takes a sip of his newly profound glass of water—unfortunately,  it wasn't as warm and tongue filling as his whiskey vodka.]    you  /still/   haven't forgiven me for that misinterpreted rumor about you and valerie?,    (..)  in my defense,  i didn't think they would actually believe me!   you two look absolutely nothing alike.  
            
            * Yes i still remember this interaction. Yes i still find it funny to this day! 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⺌  @thegIorey   ࡚᛭    [evident  from  the  sharp  grin  on  his  face,  the  scholar  feels  more  than  satisfied  with  the  reaction  he  gets.   he  lets  himself  indulge  in  a  barely  audible  chuckle,  exposing  the  amusement  which  he  so  often tries  to  conceal  from  the  rest  of  the  world.]   the  first  rule  of  drinking,  dear  edmund,  [ever-steady  hands  reach  for  bunny's  glass.   a  good  distance  is  introduced between  his  friend  and  the  ware,   a  discrete  warning  to  the  other  to  not  take  any  more  than  what  he  has  already  had.]   is  to  ensure  that  whoever  drinks  with  you  is  far  more  intoxicated  than  you  are,  or  you  might  just  end  up  being  the  object  of  rumors  that  crowd  you,  similar  to  a  group  of  vultures  hounding  an  already  decaying  carcass.   
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[but,  it  seems  he's  not  quite  had  his  fill  just  yet.   in  moments,  his  own  glass  is  filled  to  the brim,  large  chunks  of  ice  making  up  a  majority  of  his  drink.  accordingly,  bunny's  own  glass  had  been  replaced.  where  liquor  once  sat  gleaming,  water  now  stood  still.]    how  is  it  that  after  all  this  time,  it  seems  as  if  you  still  have  difficulty  with  your  tolerance,  hm?   drink,  bun.   the  night  is  young,  but  i  would  rather  not  have  you  passing  out  before  we  even  make  it  to  midnight.

@beyondthestyx，    [THAT... WAS A REMARKABLY EFFICIENT WAY TO SOBER HIM.   the warmth in his veins cools almost instantly,   the pleasant haze thinning as though someone had cracked a window inside his skull.    edmund stills mid-lean,   his empty glass just shy of from his fingers.   his stare was now with wide eyes——openly,  unabashedly—a nice blend of disbelief and something almost impressed flickering behind his lenses.]   ...you can't be serious—   [a hiccup,  and then another,  smaller but no less traitorous as if he wasn't already embarrassed enough.  his jaw tightens as though he can physically will it back inside himself,  giving himself a few moments of silence before speaking once more. he could definitely use a good cup of cold water.]    —–i confided in you of   /nothing/   of the sorts!   i was only complimenting you;   and frankly enough,  i don't appreciate you——[hic.]——twisting my words either.

* Twirls hair....hi my love <3 

/     one of us .. one of us

@silxntknives  /   i  am  struggling  out  here  in  midterms  hell.  but  trust.  i  will  return  after  my  exams.  i  miss  writing  here  :pensive:

/    how   are   youuuu ? 

/    welcome   backkkk   < 33

* Is this....an early birthday gift for me...(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) 

*   i gotta learn how to use it  </3

*    smirks at the camera 

/   i do need to change the theme.  .  .   and a few aspects of his very inconsistent personality.  tomorrow!  or maybe just...  within the week.
            
            wattpad on chrome on a cellphone?  yeah.  not the best experience.

@beyondthestyx，      “Do you not mind the red that always kisses me more than you?”     [wine and blood,   oh how there were so intimately bonded with each other.     one flowing freely from a vessel,    the other more hidden,   but equally as consuming.    it stains the soul,   the skin,    and most importantly——her lips.    the red knew her first best than any other,   clinging and marking,    lingering far longer than any fleeting touch. and yet it still knows how to paint her lips so..    beautifully.]     “What if it was poison,     would you still dare to kiss me?    even knowing it would be your last?”  

@serphiente  ˚‧☆｡✧   i have never been one to be bothered by such trivialities. 
            ❪ there's a hidden message within her speech,   he thinks,  hidden beneath the longing etched within her tone and the solemnity of the statement itself.  he doesn't have to spend seconds pondering over it,  already having read her as easily as subtext from alighieri's books.  ❫
            who among us has not been stained?

@serphiente  /   hello???  YUM