closed starter: @jinyoo
She can take a hint; return it tenfold. He’d been prying away from her grasp since her husband’s grim passing, because as much as Jin would like to live in blissful ignorance, his eyes see more than would allow for a soundless slumber at night . Adelaide herself, has always witness the cruelty of the world, seldom has she stopped to see an act of genuine kindness not lead by ulterior motives. Maybe because the world is but a reflection of you.
She had learned how to blend into walls, become a living haunting over someone else’s life: there one minute, gone the next; no calls, no texts, no occasional bumping’s in the streets. It’s a kind of punishment, for how they will run off the second they peel one inch of skin, and see there is blood underneath the porcelain. What did they expect? She couldn’t be beautiful all the time, nothing can, even roses wither out in the cold, untended. Could you imagine how devastating it would be, to finally find a piece of yourself, only to be met with disgust every time? She no longer indulges in these wild girl-fantasies of blind acceptance. No. This strangeness of hers has no room in this world, so instead he is faced with meekness. Meek Adelaide, sweet Adelaide, bruised and battered Adelaide, who needs tending and undivided attention. What cruel monster would deny that?
She comes, hesitant like a baby deer reaching for food at the palm of your hand (careful! you could startle it by breathing!), bluebell eyes aimed high under the blond veil of her lashes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Jin. Really, I mean it. It’s new year’s eve, you should be celebrating. —You missed one,” she informs, buttoning the loose cuff on his wrist before he can do it himself. He’s off— nervous, because Jin never misses details like this. He cleans and polishes his office and after himself like a paranoid cat. ”…There. All done.”
He used to think they were two sides of the same coin. No - even more than that, he used to think that he was supposed to save her from her husband - her life. But he’d been so obsessed with the idea of setting her free that he’d nearly missed the tight grip she had around him. The chains, he’s managed to break away from, but he finds himself back here anyway, watching blonde hair cascading down delicate shoulders - exactly as he remembers her.
“I’m not - ” Jin begins, but quickly finds himself holding his breath as she steps forward. Familiar perfume. Did she do it on purpose? His eyes tilt down and he stares at the cuff for a moment too long, ignores the way his mouth suddenly feels dry. “ - worried.”
In a way, he thinks he might have done it for himself. Damsel in distress - what better way to wash away his own sins than to save someone else in need? His therapist would have a field day with this one - if he had a therapist. But the bruises, the tears, they’d been so convincing - even now, he finally meets her baby blues and his breath hitches just a little.
“Thank you,” He hears his own uncertainty in his voice. No one ever said he was a particularly great liar. His own fingers find the cuff as he pulls his arm away from her, as though he’s making sure they’re still there. “I wasn’t really expecting to see you here,” he says, looking at his watch. A glance. Another one. He has no idea what time it is. “Or - anywhere, really. But you look,”
“- good. You look good.”