#because the idea that homeboy thinks himself So powerful becomes rather hilarious if you think about how he'll

[mythvoiced]

@chaosbled | ‘don’t look at me like that.’ (dae to doe) STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

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“Why not?”

Ever since things had changed between them - or rather, ever since the reality of their bond had removed its veil from its features and revealed its desire, lurching forward to devour them both - something that Doe hadn’t thought to be able to find air to live within him had birthed itself into the very centre of his chest, or perhaps slightly to the left, where some would assume his heart to lie, and continued to grow and bloom until it was strong enough to do this.

The desire that had started as a sapling in his lungs and suddenly shot its branches into the rest of his being, its roots into the very core of his self. And where he’d simply desired her desire, to see her give in, to see her lean in and confirm what they both couldn’t ever deny, he is now longing, yearning, and with each piece of Daekyung he’s granted, his reaching and grasping and scrapping becomes more honest, more evident, and losing bit by bit what shame he might have felt in regards.

Every time she turns her head, every time her fingers brush against skin or take a hold of his jaw, every time she traces his lips with hers, every time she whispers against them. Every time he hears her voice on the other end of a line with the knowledge that no one else knows her to be speaking to him, his nerves tremble, electrified by the privilege, electried in a way that makes him struggle for air and struggle to find ways to occupy her mind.

His chin rests on her shoulder, his lips are pulled up slightly, kissing around the syllables of the words he speaks as he longs to kiss her instead. He traces the line of her jaw with his gaze, counts the lashes he can see from this side, attempts to guess the shade of her eye colour for the uptenth time in a time frame he no longer cares to remember.

His hand rests between them, a few spaces between his and her thigh, and he doesn’t intend to touch her, not quite, not yet.

First he’d like to see what she does next.

(And he knows as well, the risks she’s taking, the tragedy of their situation, the jeopardy that consists every single detail painting the picture of their... Dare they call it relationship? And he knows these things well, and when it’s not her to bite his lip, it’s him to tug it between his teeth and gnaw on them, late into the night, where he wonders and ponders how much time he has left, until he’ll jump off the edge, to safe her from it.)

His fingers curl, his head turns, he moves to shift more into her field of vision, to keep watching her just like that.

“Am I distracting you, Daekyung?”

#chaosbled #the anarchist;doe #come on little kitten my darling detective one more lap and i'm all yours;doe & dae #the upgrade from 'detective' to 'Daekyung' the Audacity™ #Salem we must have Doe tell Dae his real name so she can finally use it against him okay because #because the idea that homeboy thinks himself So powerful becomes rather hilarious if you think about how he'll #most likely need to sit down the first time dae calls him by his actual name #;queue