Total word count:
-> Chapter 7 word count: 3867
Chapter 7 summary:
Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan)- a wordless, yet meaningful look between two people who both desire to initiate something, but both are too scared to initiate themselves
Only five more chapters to go after this one! Can you believe we’re this far into the story already?
I wrote this whole chapter in one night so I’m sorry if its not cohesive ^^; Also, there might not be a chapter next week? Maybe? I’m not a hundred percent sure yet, it depends on what happens with my tests. If I have to push it back a week I’ll make sure to leave a note somewhere on my tumblr. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this chapter! This is the last semi-fluffy chapter for the rest of the story, by the way.
Thank you in advance for reading!
“How’s that list going?”
Gon glanced over his shoulder, brow puckering. “Huh?”
“Your list,” Killua repeated. He dug the heel of his sneaker into the dirt and pushed himself forward. “Don’t tell me you can’t remember. I know you’re forgetful, Gon, but c’mon. I’m hurt.”
Gon stuck out his tongue. “I didn’t forget! I just…”
“You just-” Killua grunted as he threw his leg over a fallen tree trunk, “- what, exactly?”
“I ran out of people to add to the list,” Gon admitted.
Killua took a second to catch his breath, looking over at his best friend. Gon’s face was a blotchy mess and shone with a layer of sweat. But the way his hair flopped over, falling into bright gold-brown eyes, was enough to make Killua’s heart lurch.
He abruptly turned away, ears burning. It should be illegal for Gon to look so damn good like that- all disheveled and hot and-
“Killua? Are you oka-”
“Fine!” Killua straightened up and started the long and laborious trek the hill again. He could feel Gon’s worried stare digging into the back of his head but he ignored it. They’d been over this on the drive here; Killua could spend one day out in the wilderness with his best friend. The marigolds inside his chest wouldn’t stop him from enjoying the first warm day of spring.
Me, describing my horses unique personality to a trainer: he’s always got an opinion, he’s food oriented to the point of bullish, actually he’s kind of just bullish, he’s adorable and he knows it and he tries to charm his way out of work, he’s athletic but unwilling to try, he’s really sure he gets to decide when he’s done
My bf, in the car after watching me fight with my horse for an hour: why did you describe snotlout to the trainer?
You sat in your cell, the dim glow of the elvish celebrations coming
hazy through the bars of your door. You kept to the back of the small space,
leaning against the wall heavily as your face ached. The flesh was tender to
the touch and bruised, the cut healing still after it had been reopened by
Thranduil’s blusterous strike. It was at this moment that you wondered what
curse had brought you to this foreign land.