[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
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[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
[ from kdrama to lads... ]