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❝ flowers of carnage, flowers of love...

after centuries of emotional rollercoasters you would think nothing would impress him – yes, him, an empath, a person whose sensations could make him quiver to the core. of course erebus enjoyed the lack of excitement, but chihan wanted to feel – sometimes he could not. but then, then he met him. him – a beautiful flower waiting to be cared for. him – so marvellous, he moved like a songbird. him, him, him. chihan was helplessly smitten with the stranger he saw dropping by his coffee shop. well, the ownership of the place was questionable at best. chihan did not remember buying it, he just woke up one day with this gorgeous store – and he did not complain. it was probably the best thing erebus ever did – whether he wanted to, or not.

but the location is far less important – maybe a little important. you see, the way the blue light hits his face is fascinating, chihan would stop and stare breathlessly. he was a work of art, and chihan wanted to touch him, he wanted to sculpt his features, make him immortal. and his heart would flutter every time he would look at him accidentally. he was always focused, lost in his task – chihan saw him draw, write notes, and study. he guessed he was a student, otherwise why would he spend so much time there? the shop was pretty popular among the younger generation – the chill vibes, the neat aesthetics, and the amiable service. chihan would usually watch over, make sure everything is in check – only rarely did he let people see him. but when they did, they were never disappointed. chihan was a pretty cheery person, always smiling, always polite. now his twin was a different story – yes, that is how he managed to get away with it. naming erebus his twin was almost disgusting – chihan’s self-loathing was getting in the way a lot of times. nevertheless, erebus has always been rude. and when he was out, the shop was not cared for – maybe it was for the best. however, erebus has been dorment for a while now. a long enough while to allow chihan to fall helplessly in love with a complete stranger.

do not get him wrong, chihan was definitely a hopeless romantic – but he has subdued any intense emotions, erebus was particularly hateful towards love. but this time – there was something about this particular boy that just made chihan act recklessly, made him almost believe he was normal. how much he wished he were – if erebus did not exist, if. erebus was there, chihan just ignored him – the part of him he hated so much. his entire attention was on the stranger, his every breath was to see him, his every smile was for him, he was dedicated to an imaginary cause. maybe it was what helped him stay in control for so long – maybe this was the cure.

❝ may darkness never catch your breath...

anyways, chihan’s eyes could not leave the table next to the window – how splendid the light hit his face, warming his features, colouring his hair, brushing his fingers. chihan clumsily slid his elbow across the bar, successfully hitting an empty cup, almost dropping it on the floor. one of the waitresses gave him a concerned look, he just smiled at her. this was it – he had to make a move. months, months he has been staring and nothing more. he never made any sort of move – if you disregard the extra drinks he has been sending and paying for from his own pocket. it was the least he could do, he was shy – he felt younger, at least a few centuries younger. suddenly, his mind was eighteen – he never experienced peaceful teenager years. he dreaded all that bundled up emotion, because erebus fed on it greedily. but this was positive, this was the best thing that happened to him in a very long time.

with all his might, he dropped the shy act. it was time, it was time, oh hell. chihan took a deep breath and picked his order, telling the waitress that he can deliver it himself. she gave him a knowing look, but he disregarded. he moved carefully, every step he took was painful – he could feel the air leave his body the closer he got. he has never been this close – and, he felt dizzy. the scent, it was so alluring, it made him float for a second. he could not put his finger on it, but somehow it made sense. he almost expected it – it felt like home. he was so nervous, his hands started to tremble – but he pulled himself together fast. he wanted to seem confident, confidence is attractive, right? he took a deep breathe, and placed the cup on the stranger’s table. he bit the inside of his cheeks so hard, it was a wonder he did not start bleeding immediately. he cleared his throat to announce his presence – how he hated to disturb him, he looked so peaceful, ethereal. he was so surreal – chihan could not believe he was alive. it felt like a dream.

“you’re a regular, so this is on the house,” chihan said in his scottish accent, that only got stronger over the years. he kept it simple, and his voice did not tremble! but his muscles were so clenched, he hoped he did not look constipated. he smiled – maybe a little too lost, dreamy. he did not want to leave, but he felt bad for invading someone’s privacy, he was not nosy. he turned on his heels and his lips curled up so much, he probably looked insane. that was all it took to make him happy. and his heart started beating so fast, he would not be surprised if everyone could hear it.

--- ( @afarit​ )

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