#yall caught that lil lotr reference thoughhh? :p

[driftrz]

what do you think you’re doing? @drftings

two fucking fights in a few hours. even the bartender felt bad for darius, handed him a little ice pack — modeling was gonna be fucked for a few weeks while his bruises healed. that throbbing he feels is definitely a black eye. fucking jihoon, he thinks, but there's no malice to it. just a low resignation, lacking as much fire as a sigh breathed out. he's the one in the wrong, anyway. he wasn't in the wrong with the second fight, really more of a mauling against his person. doesn't know why she decided to attack him like a feral chihuahua, but she'd managed to get a few good hits in. really, a part of him had allowed it. he deserved them, why not surrender to them ? the cold against his wounds feels nice, but the dark corner he's tucked himself in is uncomfortable. what a mess. if they didn't have that meet coming up, he'd head home early just like in new years'. and then, just as he's really getting into his sulking session, there xile is : had somehow managed to sneak up on him, but her voice he could hear louder than any music or drunken conversation. xile, xile, xile, xile. was this what forever was going to be — quiet pining for a love he tore apart ? pathetic of him, when she’s moved on. and still there it was, neverending. this friends shit was supposed to get rid of that. glances up, finding her gaze. " gettin' my shit rocked, apparently. " tries to grin, but that makes his cut lip sting, so expression turns into a grimace and a hiss. " thanks for not goin' too hard on mari. she's not really a fighter, she just... it’s jihoon. " shrug, as if the name of an ex explained everything. maybe it did. he certainly knows what it’s like to feel a little crazy over someone three years too late. the ice pack moves from one side of his face to the other. it's not the most bruised up she's ever seen him, but there's still something that feels vulnerable. maybe it's because the last time he'd been hurt in front of xile — the new years' bruise didn't count — was when he'd left her. his eye’s swollen, uncomfortable, but as she gets closer, he notices the scraps on her. “ mari didn’t do that. shit, are you okay ? ” for a moment, it feels like there'll be a lull between them. like she might not answer. did she not trust him enough to ? he doesn't want to think about that. silence means he'll be left to think, to have his mind wander more than it already does. when it comes to his mind, all those who wander are lost. instead, he blurts the only thing he can think of : " they've got a photobooth set up. we’re lookin’ a little fucked, but, i was thinkin’, if you wanted to… "