"Oh, hey there! Are you looking for someone? Me? I'm Zelo, if you need anything, come talk to me! I'm pretty lax... Unless you piss me off, but let's not talk about that."

novella • para • always literate

RS: mine; he's his

dumb and dumber
alpaca #2

tracking; deathxzelo

deathxchanhee:

There was always something Chanhee expected from his dongsaengs whether or not they were from his own friend circle or simply idols from the new generation. He expected certain code of conduct from his fellow acquaintances and he expected them to follow them. It wasn’t his ego talking either, Chanhee liked to think the younger generation still preserved their honour in acknowledging the elders no matter how little of an age difference there was. Yes, Lee Chanhee valued these little things but he certainly wasn’t one to berate anyone should they decide otherwise. People were human, which meant they made mistakes; even as an Angel, Chanhee knew he wasn’t perfect. He couldn’t expect that much from humans as thus but it didn’t mean he couldn’t be a tad bit disappointed.

The brunet brushed aside his bangs; they were getting a little too long for his tastes but he’d been told by several people that he looked rather dashing with his new cut so he didn’t seem to mind it that much. He licked his lips, and glanced at his cell phone which had little to almost no service. Of course this didn’t come as a surprise knowing his current predicament wasn’t exactly in his favour. Chanhee glanced around the dead wilderness with bitter eyes and a scowl. This wasn’t exactly a place he’d call home, a place he’d consider a date to take place in, and it certainly did not meet his standards of calling it a preference.

Zelo was out of his mind to choose such a dreaded state.

The Angel sighed and shoved his phone back into his jean pockets, opting to stare into the horizon of the setting sun instead. He caught a quick glimpse of the birds that were lined up so neatly as they flew across the blazing sun to reach their destination for the up-coming winter season. It was getting cold; he could feel the air biting at his skin, nipping at every barren spot it could find – Chanhee rubbed both hands together and blew a breath of hot air into the palms.

“Pabo Lo,” he grumbled, making a sure note to lecture the young man when he made his dramatic but tardy appearance. “Making me wait like this…”

Shit, shit, shit! Zelo darted past a dead log, leaped over another one, and then rounded past a set of trees that seemed to be blocking his way. Hell, the whole world seemed to be against him at that very moment; everything pissed him off, Zelo was literally about to just dig a hole and hide in there – forever if he had to. The boy glanced over his shoulder to make sure his pursuers weren’t closing in on him but sadly, there they were – about a few blocks away, still very hot on his trail. The demon cursed as a string of colourful vocabulary left his lips. Sure, taking on those strays wouldn’t necessarily be that much of a trouble but he had a date to attend to. Yes, that sounded stupid in all honesty, but this date was something he’d been looking forward to all week and nothing was going to take that away from him.

The tall male skidded in his path when he realised there was no way around this situation. He sighed and waited for his pursuers to catch up. He realised late that it didn’t matter how far he ran or how far he tried to outrun the strays, they would eventually catch up. Which not only meant delaying the trouble, but putting Chanhee in danger as well. Yes, Chanhee was an Angel and could probably back him up in case something went wrong (but no, the chances of that happening was probably really slim, Zelo wouldn’t dare put the elder in danger) but he’d rather not have the brunet engage in any sort of combat. At least not for now. Chanhee wasn’t quite ready for an actual partner battle and Zelo wasn’t going to humour fate in letting him do so either.

“Yah…” he grumbled, eyes narrowed in annoyance, lips firm and pressed, his entire form looked peeved. Zelo tapped the ends of his dark combat boots and fixed the collar on his matching trench coat. “You’re making me late for something really important…”

Hell no, Zelo wasn’t about to forgive the dead. The strays were closing in on him but Zelo paid no attention to their crunching footsteps. Leaves crushed underneath his boots when he took a step back. He glanced up at the sky, the grey mixing with the orange that had dominated the entire space just moments ago was slowly dissolving into nothing but mist; he bristled. Seeing as he was already late and the trees blocked most of the service, Zelo had no choice but to just resolve this as quickly as possible. He sighed picked up a pebble – it was tiny, barely the size of his thumb and flicked it at one of the strays’ forehead. It went right through and out the other side; blood splattered through the wound as the body fell limp to the ground; the screech of the stray lingered and echoed through the forest.

“One down, six to go…” he said as he took note of the remaining bodies around him.