Work Text:
it’s funny, hearing the words come out of his mouth. zarah never really understood the trickster’s fascination with her- but this? this takes the cake. not only does he think there’s something, anything he’s capable of doing that she would give a shit about, he’s practically at his knees begging. and for what?
for her to talk to him- or in his words– “hear me out.”
he rolls up to camp all haughty-like, makes a fool of himself and even begs yun-jin to let him talk to her.
she’s not special in the slightest. she doesn’t get it. but for some reason she thinks, fuck it. i’ll bite. and then he spews some bullshit about being able to “make” her or whatever the fuck that means. she’s not enthused about being tortured for a shitty edm slash hip-hop song that nobody’s going to listen to, because one, everyone knows his songs are shit without needing to hear one, and two- where would he find the equipment to record and edit that garbage anyways? not to mention, why would she give up her sweet rest time between eternal torture to let some flamboyant freak cut her up?
but then he drops down and starts begging. he pouts, making those stupid big puppy eyes. it’s pathetic. she thinks about just walking away and leaving him there, but somehow… this disgusting display just barely tugs at her heartstrings. it’s the part of her that she’s trying so hard to shed, that stupid kindness that never really got her anywhere-
“ fine. just… stop doing that shit.”
she avoids his gaze lest he decide to make a comment.
“oh, finally- aw, are you blushing?” he’s got that smirk on his face again. the one that makes you want to beat him with the nearest object in sight.
“get to the point already.”
“right. you and me, we’re not like the others.” (what?) “don’t make that face, i’m not done. see, we’re both made for more than this. i know it. you know it.” (what the hell is he on about? she thinks.)
“we could make beautiful music together. just think about it.”
she can’t really sing at all. she can’t speak in front of a crowd. but if he just wanted her screams, he would have had them by now. she looks at his face, and that stupidly eager expression, oh it irritates her-
“whatever happens now- you’re my muse.”
“fat load of bullshit. what do you really want.”
for a moment, it flashes across his mind. they way she’d look underneath him, crying out his-
“isn’t it obvious? i’m telling you i want you. ”
her face scrunches up in disbelief. it’s cute, he thinks.
“how about this. i’ll make you believe me.”
“that’s not happening.”
“why don’t we bet on it, then? if i make you believe me, then you’ll cooperate.”
“and when you don’t?” she raises an eyebrow.
“well, if i can’t convince you.. i’ll do whatever you want. anything. i promise. i’ll leave you alone for the rest of eternity.”
she doubts he’s capable of keeping a promise like that. but there’s no way he actually wants her the way he’s talking, so she can only benefit, right? at least a moment of reprieve from his presence would be nice.
“...fine.”
he takes her hand, presses a kiss to her uncovered knuckles.
for god’s sake, he winks-
“good luck.”