#( luciel / supercold )

[beyuwol]

it's a little funny, how his perception on things could change, just by hanging around a different crowd. one person, in particular, has given him fonder memories of the winter time. no longer it is an elongated season filled with nothing but sorrow loneliness. it's slightly different now—eternity is never certain, yuwol thinks he can live day to day with just this though. right now, it's enough.

he hears luciel tell him good luck, which causes yuwol to turn towards him a little puzzled. "thank you, but you're the one in project green..." yuwol mumbles, loud enough for luciel to hear. he knows not everyone should hear about this after all, he has enough self awareness. "if anything, i should be wishing you good luck," he replies, letting out a small laugh himself.

"i... understand that." a little too well, at times, the voices in his head causing him to dig his nails into his palm. that's probably why he knew the state of luciel when he approached—maybe he didn't want luciel to go through that alone. who knows. "i'm not the best at keeping in touch by text messages in the first place," yuwol warns beforehand. "i don't mind, though. do you... want my number?"

luciel slowly blinks at that, somehow, despite the chilling cold, the boy has a tinge of warmth to him. he too, takes a look at the snow beneath their feet. it’s pretty, white and pure—and yet also so easy for it to be tainted with dirt, then fading away, as if it never existed in the first place. beautiful things don’t last forever.

to him, at least.

it’s been months since he first became a trainee, but luciel still hasn’t gotten used to the workload, especially since he’s in a debut project now. his schedule will only grow even tighter in the future. “right? good luck, yuwol-ssi. take care of yourself when you can,” he tells him. it’s something that anyone will tell him, or even something he’s grown tired of hearing, but this at least, he’s earnest about it.

“haha, not really,” a soft, dry laugh. “the voices in my head can get too loud, sometimes.” unnecessary thoughts can overflow his mind often, it’s one of the reasons why he can almost never get good enough sleep. “besides, we haven’t chatted in a while. it’s nice to see you again.” simple pleasantries, once again. “i don’t think i’ve ever got your number,” he says after a while.

[lucielxbe]

supercold ♰⸝⸝ starter for @beyuwol

as the season gets colder, the more luciel wants to remain inside buildings. he’s never one to like the winter season, despite how festive his surroundings are. the cold does bring back memories he’s not fond of. he used to despise it whenever it snow, especially. but as he grew older, his disdain faded away, what remains is a habit of disliking being cold.

luciel loathes the moment when practice is over, he has to walk back to the dorms. the sun would have already set by then, greeted by the moon and cold winds running past him. he lingers around the doors of the building, heaving a sigh as he thinks about how he has to deal with the troublesome weather. the hot packs in his pockets aren’t going to help much either.

maybe he’ll just get a hot cup of tea from the vending machine first?

“mendo…” luciel mumbles to himself, as he watches trainees leaving the building one after another, hopping home. he whips out his phone instead as he leans against the wall, wondering if he should bother a friend.

[beyuwol]

maybe back then, yuwol would answer with something else, he’d share the same sentiment that luciel is thinking now—it’s too cold, he feels like he’s forever stuck in a shrinking glass case where winter seems endless. now though. his way of thinking has changed slightly. while the shiver he feels in this weather amidst the changing seasons isn’t ideal, it isn’t… horrible.

“not really,” he decides to say as he’s letting out a breath. the snow crumples easily under his feet, but it’s impossible to get rid of everything. not under these circumstances, he thinks. “it isn’t too bad though. it’s… pretty,” he replies, looking at the imprints of his foot as he moves to the side. it’ll disappear eventually, a temporary mark.

luciel directs another question in yuwol’s direction, another reminder of his incredibly tight schedule, made worse by his parents’ demands to continue the activities he already has. if not, increase them. “it’s tiring,” he admits aloud. even after getting himself signed, the load that sits on his shoulders hadn’t lessened. still, he thinks he can do it. probably.

“keeping busy does mean even less time… alone with my own thoughts,” he says, his eyes flickering towards luciel. “was i interrupting… your alone time? should i have looked the other way?”

it took a long time for luciel to figure out that he has some sort of odd sensitivity to voices, he blinks when he hears someone speaking to him, turning around with a slight surprise on his face. with other kinds of sounds, like footsteps, traffic noise, or a phone ringing—he’s usually unaffected by them. besides, he didn’t expect for anyone familiar to call out to him at this time, maybe that’s another factor to consider.

“not quite. it’s too… cold, for me,” he answers, in a rather visibly tired tone. still, he lets out a small smile, for appearances, a habit he cannot let go of. “you don’t like it either?” he returns the question.

each time luciel crosses paths with yuwol, he notices how the boy has started to open up, bit by bit; akin to a doll gaining sentience on its own. drowned in endless practice, and yet temporarily free from the shadows of a controlling family, perhaps. he doesn’t knows anything, but he can make his silent guesses in his mind.

“being busy here, is it nice?” another question thrown at him. “it can get so busy that you can’t be distracted by other things.” after spending the entire day inside the building, the times when he gets to collect his thoughts is when he’s returning after practice. the voices in his head makes attempts to erode his mind away, and he tries to sleep it off whenever it happens ( which doesn’t always work ).

[beyuwol]

winter had always been... rather cold, an isolating time of year that yuwol had become used to. christmas, on its own, is festive. the festivity only extends to his family as appearances though, nothing more and nothing less. while yuwol has grown accustomed to the colder weather, he misses the longer days basking under the sun. it's not all too bad this year, though. not by his usual standards.

now, he's occupied with the routine of training. while he's used to his schedule being incredibly jam packed, it doesn't involve his parents nor is it under their pointed observation anymore. it feels rather freeing, maybe that's why he's been feeling a little... bolder, lately. he finds himself, surprisingly, reaching out to people more. he thinks it's a nice character development, even though he thinks it's normal thing at the end of the day.

still, it's an improvement on his part. whereas he'd entertain mindless conversation for the sake of keeping up appearances, now he's starting to start conversations on his own. that's what he's thinking of when he sees luciel, seemingly a little more irritable than usual. he picks up a word, and blinks.

"hi there," yuwol says, voice soft and unassuming. the usual. "you seem a little... annoyed. are you alright?" he questions. "not a big fan of winter either?"

supercold ♰⸝⸝ starter for @beyuwol

as the season gets colder, the more luciel wants to remain inside buildings. he’s never one to like the winter season, despite how festive his surroundings are. the cold does bring back memories he’s not fond of. he used to despise it whenever it snow, especially. but as he grew older, his disdain faded away, what remains is a habit of disliking being cold.

luciel loathes the moment when practice is over, he has to walk back to the dorms. the sun would have already set by then, greeted by the moon and cold winds running past him. he lingers around the doors of the building, heaving a sigh as he thinks about how he has to deal with the troublesome weather. the hot packs in his pockets aren’t going to help much either.

maybe he’ll just get a hot cup of tea from the vending machine first?

“mendo…” luciel mumbles to himself, as he watches trainees leaving the building one after another, hopping home. he whips out his phone instead as he leans against the wall, wondering if he should bother a friend.