kai

Coucou ! //mm

@-L0st_M1nd- 
            
            “uh… what?” kyle squinted up, blinking slow like his brain hadn’t quite caught up yet. he rubbed at his face with one hand, trying to clear the fog. “shit—sorry, i… where even am i? did i—who are you?” he groaned softly, dragging his palm down his face. surely he was more responsible than passing out somewhere after just one drink, right? but what he was hearing clearly didn’t add up.

sorry for late reply. my day has almost ended – now i am in bed texting around. how about you ? how is/was your day ?

that's good. i am doing fine 

how are youu ?

@hivemindd 
            
            a sigh slipped past her lips as she adjusted the brim of her baseball cap, pulling it lower to shield her face from his steady gaze. “my bad,” she said lightly, stepping back a pace. “i don’t do this often—i mistook you for the person i’m waiting on.”
            
            then she shrugged, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. the chill in the air tugged at her fingers despite the layers she wore, and she shifted as if to shake it off. “you don’t exactly scream ‘delivery type,’” kolya added, eyes flicking back to him, “but standing here on your own… you could’ve fooled me. are you waiting for someone too?”

[@caisin]
            
                 He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing in return as he studied her with a guarded look. A low hum rumbled in his throat before he finally spoke, his voice carrying that familiar gruff edge.
            
                 “A car drop-off?” he echoed, scoffing faintly. “No. You’ve got me mistaken for someone else.” His arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on one heel, gaze never leaving hers. “I’m not here to play courier for anyone. Whoever you’re waiting on—it isn’t me.”

@hivemindd 
            
            kolya pursed her lips, studying him with a narrowing gaze that carried more judgment than curiosity. there was something familiar about him she just couldn’t place, and the thought gnawed at her until she let out a quiet sigh, as though surrendering. 
            
            "i’m here to meet someone,” she said at last, her eyes flicking past his shoulder to scan the shadows around them. “i'm waiting for a…” her words trailed off, attention snapping back to him with sudden precision. “don’t tell me—are you here for a car drop-off?”

@act_two
            
            "that's a fun game you're playing. does it feel good to…what was the word…" he trailed off, holding his plate of desserts in one hand and lightly tapping his fingers with the other. "ah, manipulate." before she could react, he snatched the piece of cookie she broke off earlier from her fingers, popping it into his mouth with no care. “oh, you think you’ve got me pinned?” he leaned back just slightly, voice low and teasing, “you think i’m trying to get a reaction out of you? maybe you’re just giving me one for free. what are you surviving from?”

“ making myself seem vulnerable makes others more comfortable around me which in turn makes it so much easier to get what i want from them.”  griff blinked, a slow, deadpan expression remained on her face besides the occasional squint from her eye that hurt. “ me and my mind are not friends and never have been. choosing to separate myself from it is not a method of disassociation it’s an act of survival. “ her finger would raise as if to make a point and it took her a moment to gather the right words. “ you’re trying to get a reaction from me. a bigger one. telling me these things about myself like i dont already know that i do them is kind of a waste of time.”  
            
            @caisin 

@act_two 
            
            a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "why…does it have to be labeled 'guessing'?" he asked, stepping back just slightly to give her more space, bringing his plate with him. "does it bother you that someone can notice the subtle things you try to hide better than anyone else?" his voice was calm, gentle…yet with that faintly eerie edge. "it's fascinating how you choose to disassociate from your own mind as a method of calming down. do you always make yourself openly vulnerable?"

/ hunger to run someone over with kolya is real

i miss you. i do, i miss you so much. 

come back to reality, don’t fade away.

fucking obsessed with the idea of you. 
            bring me to my knees, break me into irreversible pieces, make me dive into an eternal misery of knowing you but never having you. i would lay my shattered pieces just to beg you to do it all over.