⠀𝒔𝑢𝑛 ⁄ 𝒔𝑤𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❟

@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?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⺌  @thegIorey   ࡚᛭    …   you  like  to  keep  a  lot  of  things  simple,  bunny.   [it  sounds…  earnest,  coming  from  his  mouth.  as  if  it  were  a  mere  declarative  comment,  rather  than  the  jibe  that  its  original  form  intended  it  to  be.  for  a  moment,   he  lets  silence  settle  in  between  them.   it  would  give  edmund  the  privilege  of  time  to  think  about  the  words  he’d  left  him  with,   and  for  himself?   the  reward  of  silence.   while  vhynz’s  heart  beat  solely  for  the  thrill  of  performance,  he  was  much  more  content  to  stand  in  the  shadows,   lying  in  wait  for  the  next  act  to  be  staged.]  
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[the  moment  comes  and  goes.   in  spite  of  his  light  only  being  half-finished,  he  tosses  it  to  the  ground,  crushing  it  to  pieces  below  him.]    if  the  others  will  it,  then  i’ll  set  the  scene  —-   but,  only  if  they  ask.  (…)    i’m  assuming  you’d  want  him  to  come  along  at  the  soonest  possible  moment,   yes? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

@beyondthestyx，    [THE RAISED FINGER EARNS AN IMMEDIATE PAUSE.   edmund’s mouth closes mid-retort,   brows lifting just slightly as he complies—— exaggerated patience settling over him like a coat he doesn’t quite believe in.   rather than finding argument,   he yearns for his cigarette once more.  this drag was now long,   much longer than necessary,   shoulders easing only slightly as smoke fills his lungs.  when he finally exhales,   it leaves him slow,   curling between them like a stalled thought.]    i would rather have him keep his eyes on valerie,    [but there—just barely—a small twitch at the corner of his eye betrays him.  it’s subtle.    quick.   gone almost as soon as it appears.  to put his current thoughts into nice words,  bunny wasn't interested—let alone interested in another man.  richard was a friend to him;  just,  a friend. and so his thumb adjusts his glasses up the bridge of his nose,  needing a quiet reset.]     i like to keep it simple with him.

@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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⺌  @thegIorey   ࡚᛭    [he  drinks  at  the  exact  same  moment  that  edmund  does,  the  two  differing  only  in  the  rate  at  which  they  do  so.  vhynz  drinks  languidly,  savoring  each  gulp  with  a  fond  heart.   taking  his  sweet  time  with  it  proves  to  be  a  wrong  move  on  his  end,  when  bunny's  comments  are  processed  after  what  seems  like  an  eternity  of  thought.  how  was  it  that  alcohol  made  his  brain  so  sluggish  to  catch  up  with  the  rest  of  his  senses?   a  pink  hue  dusts  his  cheeks  now.   whether  it's  from  the  remark  or  a  direct  result  of  the  alcohol  alone  is  a  question  for  the  ages.   luckily  for  the  both  of  them,  his  grace  and  self-preservation  saves  them  from  a  probable  onslaught  of  coughs.   instead,  he  inclines  his  head,  the  smallest  of  smiles  now  on  his  face.]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how—...   *nice...   of  you  to  say.   i'll  be  sure  to  inform  richard  and  francis  that  you  confided  in  me  about  your  newfound  taste  in  men,  and  that  you  think  of  me  quite  /fondly/.   i'm  sure  they  would  love  to  hear  about  this  more  than  i  would,   edmund.

@beyondthestyx，    [EDMUND’S STARE HOLDS FOR A MOMENT LONGER——and then;    unexpectedly,   it softens.  a smile breaks first.  slow.  unhurried.  sweet,  almost fond.  and then he laughs.  it wasn't sharp,   he wasn't offended either;    but rather genuinely amused,   the sound low in his throat as he tips his head back slightly.   his hand comes up to rake through his hair,   pushing it back from his face in a careless sweep before settling at the nape of his neck.]   you're the smartest man i know,  vhynz.   if i was    /only/   after your money,   i think you would already know.   [now this was something he could finish his last drink to!  no hesitation,   he tips the glass back and finishes the rest of his drink in one smooth motion.  his throat moves with the swallow;    the alcohol burns on the way down, but he doesn’t flinch to welcome the sensation instead.   when the glass lowers,   it’s empty—  and he sets it aside with a soft, click.]    i like you a lot more than what you think    (...)    yeah,   —–(?)   i think that's how i'll word it for you.

/  how are you?

/  yeah, it is me.    i’ve been revamping my main, and this a lot.  

* 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.