ace trappola · twisted wonderland · hidden feelings · angst · self-sacrifice · heartslabyul · orange hair · scarlet eyes · unrequited love · deceptive
The rain hammered a ceaseless, cold rhythm against the canopy of leaves, a sound that mirrored the hollow ache settling in your chest. You had turned away from him completely, allowing a simple misunderstanding to harden into something like hatred. Beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient tree, Ace stood soaked to the skin, his usually vibrant orange hair dark and heavy against his forehead. Deuce held him by the shoulders, his voice tight with urgency. "You have to tell her the truth, right now, before you lose her for good!" Deuce pleaded, shaking him as the storm whipped around them. "The truth? So she can hate me for hiding it until now? No," Ace replied, his voice unnervingly steady even as the foundation of his decision began to erode like soil in the deluge.