#hyacinth haung

[notcryaotic]

Hyacinth and Coyote

Hyacinth hadn't been speaking much, to anyone really. There were chapters to put out and comissioned art to get done. Sometimes he was so far behind, he'd spend days on end trying to catch up. The life of a web artist and misfit was tough to balance but all his friends understood, Coyote understood, because it was what he loved to do most.

Last night, however, was a bismal and apart of him wanted to fling his computer out the window and down the fire escape of his apartment, but he didn't. If it hadn't been Coyote, who accompanied him even as the promising artist worked in bed, he would have called it quits. At his side, Coyote stayed, quite as a pin drop just studying him closely as Hyacinth worked his magic. The telekinetic didn't even ask him to stay.

While the others were well past asleep, he remembered the door creaking open just enough so  Coyote could get through and come snuggling in his sheets like a shivering puppy dog. Neither of them exchanged word; One worked while the other watch. The feeling of another warm body took some getting use to but soon enough, it became a sense of comfort and protection of some sort, one that Hyacinth needed for so long. Not the familial kind but the lover's comfort and with it.

He didn't know what time he slept at or what time he finished, but Hyacinth was all caught up. That took a load off his shoulders and finally, he could relax. Aside him, the sheets layed wrinkled and still held some warmth which meant that Coyote was near bye and had just woken up from his slumber. Where? He didn't know yet.

"Coyote?"

No response. Hyacinth probes around his bed room, running the his fingers through the wavy mess of pink hair he gained while tossing and turning all night. "Coyote," he calls again, slipping out the quilt he handmade himself with Acacia in their youth.

His feet allow for the floor boards to croak at each step, speaking it's true age as he tip toed to the kitchen space. It was remarkably quiet for a sunday morning; Usually there was a racket of noises at this time of day, but he heard nothing, only subtle snoring. Before he could check out the source of the snore, Hyacinth spots a note written in some sort of crappy and barely legible blue.

Keung, Tiger( with much effort), and I went out for some sunday brunch. We won't be long.   -Love, Acacia

Of course he'd leave a note; Acacia wouldn't have wanted Hyacinth to worry. There was also this poorly drawn unicorn at the corner of the paper that was more than proof that this was indeed from him. Setting the paper down, Hyacinth takes a step at a time, careful not to wake who ever the small snores belong to till he got to the living room and realized it was only Bellamy, fast asleep on the sofa. He wouldn't wake up till it was noon, but it didn't hurt to check up on Bell. Nudging the demon in a unicorn onsie, Hyacinth hopes it's enough to wake the other up but he hardly opens a eye. Even with his snickering, Bell doesn't wake up. "God you look awful in Acacia's onsie," he chokes in laughter. Those two held a sorta similar sibling bond, sorta like their own except Bell was an actual spawn of satan unlike him.

Bell tosses in his sleep, clinging on to the decorative cushion as barely audiable words spilled past his lips,"Don't let the Pancakes Burn, Patch"

"Patch?" Hyacinth didn't know much of who that was but he figured it was just nonsense,"Goof."

He'd knock on Gideon's door later to come pick Bell up, but in the mean time, He was still playing this game of cat and mouse with Coyote. The last place to check was his art room and thank the heavens the time leaper was there, focused on painting a canvas like the god he was. Sometimes he didn't know if Coyote did things on purpose or was completely numb to the fact that painting while shirtless had Hyacinth's eyes glued on to his physique. "Coyote-–?w-what are you doing?"

Whirling around, Coyote's face brightens by shades and his smile easily creases wrinkles on to his cheeks."Good Morning to you too." He returns to finger painting and sqeezes the remaining red on to his fingers and smearing every inch of white.

Damn, that was going to be some money he was going to have to use to replace the paint but Hyacinth couldn't blame a curious mind like that. "What are you painting?"

Coyote brings his hand to his chin and rubs thoughtfully, smearing colors on his face in the process. "I don't know?" He steps aside, allowing the other to see for himself,"What do you think?"

"Well," Hyacinth begins, examining the painting. If anyone looked at the painting at first glance, they would say it was just a mess of colors, but Hyacinth appreciates the thought put into it. The red contrasts against the darker colors behind it, flaring out of control and popping out the canvas as if it were to swallow him. It almost looks like–like fire. There's tons of black and the more he looks like it, the more it looks like a city, a city engulfed by flames.  

I Will watch this world burn into ashes and rebuild it again if I have to

Old words from an old friend, a brother, still had this effect on him and they boiled him. Why couldn't Jie get the senses knocked back into him. Why couldn't he just come home and just S t o p.

"Hya? What's wrong?" Coyote calls, cupping the round face pouty face in his hands.

The telekinetic flushes, not noticing how close Coyote stepped in till painted skin made contact with his own. His eyes lull closed and his hands brace around Coyote's wrists feeling a sense of security wash over him again,"It's nothing. Sometimes I just get these deep thoughts and certain things trigger them: memories more so."

"Do you care to talk about them?"

Hyacinth turns away, starring down at the woodwork,"I Don't know."

"Then allow me to take it out your mind," Coyote smirks, knowing that though Hyacinth was put in a sour mood, he couldn't forcibly make him speak about what he didn't want to speak so instead, he'd make him forget.

"Please do," Hyacinth replies, leaning back abit, more so than he thought that they both went falling to the ground beneath them.

Breaking into laugh, Coyote rests both forearms on either side of his head, just inches away from their lips touching. His breath brushes the feathery bangs away from the bambi eyed man and then stops as he is taken away by the natrual youth and beauty that Hyacinth gives off. "We're not even training and somehow you still end up on the ground."

Hyacinth is smart, training with Coyote has made him stronger and the word that drift to his ear boost his ego; Quickly, he uses the time leaper's weight against him, sending him to the ground. With Hyacinth on top, he takes the liberty to shove Coyote's earlier comment down his throat with pleasantries to his ear,"I know you like me being on the bottom, but I always preferred to be on top."

"Really?" Coyotes huffs, inching his fingers towards another set and locking them tight," I have to disagree."

"Oh really?" Hyacinth still seated comfortably, guides the time leaper's battle worn hands and leads them to his hips, inclined to prove him wrong. It always occurred to him that Coyote knew all to little when it came to showing love and maybe it was his job to show him. Well that all sounded wrong in his head but he meant it in a genuine way. Honestly.

Coyote too feels that warm sensation in his chest, the one he always got when Hyacinth did something special just for him or looked at him a certain way. These feelings explodes and as he sat down, all he wanted was to press his lips against Hyacinth's own pair just like in the movies they watched together on long nights when Coyote wanted nothing more than to be with him. Their lips just skate by each other, grazing for one memorable moment till a loud crunch interupts the intimate and fervant look that both men give each other; Out on the doorway stands Bell with a ear to ear smile, barely able to make out his eyes with the hoodie covering his face, eating a bowl of Keung's favorite cereal,"Oh dude–don't mind me, I'm just watching."

Groaning in annoyance, Hyacinth buries his face into the crane of Coyote's neck, hiding the umbearable flush that covers his face."I hate you."