drear | OPEN SEASON 2.

Next time I go to a wedding, you can be my plus one.

[ and possibly a joint plus one with illumi. but that's for the future! hisoka smiles easily at him and continues on to the set. the shoot is meant to showcase the quality of the dress, but as usual hisoka's presence lends it an edge, a certain air that isn't quite meant to be had by any person—let alone a supposed bride. when it's done he still has the veil pinned to his hair as he takes a break before the final outfit. ]

[you assume he'd want to be your plus one for anything...not that it was a bad thing necessarily, but if he was going to get ditched again, he wanted to know ahead of time. Illumi would be a whole other scenario where he tried to not be a third wheel to their...everything, or get his phone broken into again (even if the emoticons were cute, Hisoka didn't need the ego boost.)

the last outfit, Chrollo knows, doesn't need a huge change in makeup to work. while Hisoka takes his break, Chrollo's nowhere to be found - however, when he changes, Hisoka will be given a rose after by one of the staff, "for the pictures."

of course it's the same one. and when Chrollo reappears, the others falling aside with a barely audible excuse me, boss, he's watching. how the pictures are going to come out depends on the photographer, but style wise, he's pleased. that edge is exactly why it has to be Hisoka. sometimes dark, sometimes whimsical, always with the sense that there was something more to it than what could be seen through one image. veiled while being entirely open. he's a study in contradiction, and that, more than anything else, is why it always works.]

[ hisoka holds the rose between two bony fingers while he poses, nails having been painted pale pink to complement. seeing chrollo among the crew, hisoka's eyes fix on him. he's near the camera, so hisoka is able to stare at him, smile with his red-painted lips, and still focus on the photographer. ]

[the entire time, Chrollo stares back, and the most he'll concede is a faint smile, even if he can't discern how Hisoka feels about his rose being returned like that. sentiment returned, or insult and disregard? well, he truly doesn't care, even if he's curious.

the photographer notices - of course, and shifts to capture Hisoka from a different angle where that intensity in his eyes is there before pulling back and asking Chrollo if there's anything else. he has to break eye contact to say no, that it's enough, and that he trusts them to pick out the best for review.

everyone's dismissed for now, he can say without raising his voice, and they all hear. later than he'd planned for getting out, but that was Hisoka's fault. which he still needs to get an explanation for when it's all said and done, so he's going to try and catch Hisoka before he can leave.]

[ hisoka keeps the rose even after the shoot is done and twirls it as he stands by the side, watching the crew clean up. when chrollo approaches he tips his head and smiles. ]

I gather you have a question. ♣

I do.

[the smile from earlier's gone by now, and Chrollo pulls on his jacket before continuing.]

What held you up earlier? I nearly told everyone you got sick and we'd have to regroup.

[ hisoka watches the shoulders of the jacket slide over chrollo's shoulders. excellent cut. could look better on the ground. ]

Other pursuits, I'm afraid. ♦ I lost track of time.

[these "other pursuits"...whatever they were, Chrollo can't imagine they're more important than showing up for his job, and the suddenly revealed chill in his voice could freeze blood. the irritation he's been nursing for a while flares up and shows itself in his eyes.]

Don't do it again. Next time, I might find it worthwhile to replace you.

[as much as it would pain him to lose that particular, striking look, his threats can't appear to be idle ones. that he hadn't called in someone else to do the shoot was gracious enough. but Chrollo's lying about all of that. Hisoka hasn't been replaced yet, even if his actions would have gotten him dropped long ago. and that he carries off Chrollo's work without complaining about it...there's something to be said for it.]

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[ hisoka only smiles a little wider. he holds the rose between two fingers, index and middle, and steps closer. ]

You could never.

[ he's still taller than chrollo, even not back in his heels. but he makes an effort not to loom, standing just far away enough that chrollo can look at him without craning his neck. ]

I'm valuable to you, as you are to me. ♥ [ hisoka extends the rose to him, again, to his lips. ]

Would you really like to know, Mr. Lucilfer, what I was doing?

[this time he's not so quick to take the flower, letting it rest there. the break in his neutrality is smoothed over, always ever fleeting when it comes through. not that he didn't feel it still - it just wouldn't do any favors to leave it visible.

Mr. Lucilfer. so he's being serious.]

I would.

[even if it's absolute nonsense, he wants the facts.]

[ hisoka doesn't let go of the rose this time, keeping his hold on the stem. ]

Well... [ he turns the rose, spinning the stem between his fingers so that the petals brush against his lips. ] ...I have another occupation, you see. A job and a pastime. ♦

Is it too much to ask you what this job and pastime is?

[reaching up, he holds the rose still, not taking it but not allowing Hisoka to spin it anymore. maybe, if he lets go, Chrollo will take it again. (he will.)]

[ hisoka stops trying to spin the rose, but doesn't let go. ]

You may ask, of course. ♦ And I'll tell you.

[ only after a long pause, though. ]

Do you know how it feels to end a person?

[careful though his expression is, this close, Hisoka can see the way tension starts in Chrollo. the way his eyes slightly narrow, the hardness in his posture, the press of his lips together-

before he turns away, letting go of the rose, shoving his hands in his pockets and striding away to leave.]

If you're trying to tell me your other job is being some kind of murderer, I don't buy it. Call me later if you want to tell me the truth.

[he needs time to calm down, anyway. time to reassure himself that old fears were baseless, that there was no possible way. that everything was left behind to rot and was nothing more than old bones now. his entire image was built on secrets. ones only he held the key to. paranoia had never seized him in the past, and he doesn't intend on letting it do so now.

home. that's where he'll be able to relax.]

[ "some kind of murderer"—oh, he's hurt. ♥ but hisoka lets chrollo leave without comment, only smiling and crushing the rose in one fist, thorned stem and all.

later that night, standing on the rooftop of the building he's currently living in, hisoka calls chrollo. it's not so late that it's improper to call, but it's getting there. ]

[he picks up without looking at the screen, distracted by the book in his hands instead but knowing it might be something important. the photographer, maybe, or Machi with some news.]

It's me.

[ hisoka doesn't identify himself, just begins speaking. ]

Were you upset with me when you left? ♠

[damn. he should have checked who it was. now he has to fully pay attention to what's being said.]

If I was upset with you, Hisoka, you'd know it.

[unsettled, yes, but not upset.]

[ hisoka hums, a sort of 'of course' noise, before continuing. looking out over the city, he wonders if chrollo is nearby, if chrollo lived in a place like this when he killed for the first time... (he wonders if chrollo enjoyed it.) ]

I didn't lie. ♦

[all the details, even the verbal admission - Hisoka hadn't earned it from him yet. there's still enough space to feign innocence, no real confirmation that he knew, and he sets the book aside, turning down the page to mark his space.]

You think I'm going to believe that.

[except that, in the pit of his stomach, he knows he does. if it was true for him, why not Hisoka? it would go a way towards explaining that unnatural pull he had.]

[ he does think chrollo is going to believe it. it hadn't been just frustration when chrollo turned away from him earlier. hisoka can feel it. he smiles to himself at the thought—chrollo, beautiful chrollo standing above someone's body, his hands wet with blood. or would he be neater about it? perhaps a little of both.

he takes a moment to calm down before replying. ]

You don't have to. But you already do.

And you know this for fact.

[exhaling slowly, Chrollo walks over to the living room window, phone to his ear.

pity it's so much harder here to make someone disappear. especially someone with a recognizable face. (he could never, would never, it'd be too likely it'd be him that ended up gone, he needed that look, but the impulse is strong even if it's been years.)

this isn't a conversation he wants to have over the phone. this isn't a conversation he wants to have at all, but definitely not over the phone.]

Or is it just one of your predictions?

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Don't my predictions always come true? ♥

[ because they're not really predictions, they're statements based on observations careful understanding. and he's good at it. ♦ ]

[this Chrollo knows, and it feels like a needle - or the edge of a playing card - dragged down his skin.]

...Let's say you're telling the truth. Why would you tell me where anyone could overhear?

Who would believe me? Even you say you didn't. ♣

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