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as of now this blog is an ARCHIVE. this blog has become too messy && disorganized for my liking ; therefore i decided to start fresh with a NEW blog. i don’t think i will be carrying any threads over to there && for that i am sorry. i just do not have the muse for any of my drafts anymore. having said that, we can ALWAYS start new things there. the new blog is HERE ----- feel free to follow if you wish.
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he should have been there. that’s the first thought that nikolai’s tweaked out mind produces, blurry eyes staring up from where he’s laying on the floor of his living room. he should have been there hours ago. yet, his numb legs do not move and his heavy head doesn’t lift. he should have been there when xiaowen needed him.
today had been a very important day. six o’clock had been a very important hour. the hospitalized male had been switching over to a new medicine, his previous one having stopped being effective. nikolai had marked it on his calendar, had circled the date, and yet, he still hadn’t showed. even when he knew that days like these were hard for xiao. that with new medicines came more side effects and with more side effects came less comfort. drugs, his addiction, had such a hold on him that it established itself as more important than his xiao and that wasn’t okay. it would never be okay. he would never be okay.
but there was hope for xiaowen. new medicine also meant more time. it meant that the other male could continue fighting until he got that transfer. and it would be easier with love. easier with company and distractions. nikolai had never been much use when it came to most things, but he could do that. he could provide that for xiao. he could.
those thoughts, that conclusion, is what finally gets him moving. there’s no telling what shoes he slides on or what jacket he gets his arms through, but he does know his destination.
nikolai arrives at the hospital around ten. the skies are dark and his feet scuff against the pavement, but the sliding glass doors still open up for him as usual. the sterile smell that hits him makes him want to puke more than any bad hit ever has. he’s never liked it. hes’ never grown used to it despite how many times he’s been admitted or visited xiao. none of the nurses stop to tell him that he’s there past visiting hours and no one seems to notice the blood shot of his eyes. he has xiaowen’s room number memorized by now. his feet take him right there.
the door is cracked open, but nikolai can see that the lights are off from the outside. the steady beep of too many machines is a comforting sound as he steps in. xiaowen doesn’t have a roommate so nikolai doesn’t cringe when he stumbles for that fact, but for the fact that the other male is sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake him up. he’s deserved this rest. though, even with the relief of coming to an alive and breathing xiaowen, nikolai still finds his heart in his throat. he still gets choked up as he approaches the others bed. his fingers still shake as they outline moonlight bathed cheekbones. “i’m sorry,” he whispers. sobs. his neck cranes so that his lips may brush against xiaowen’s forehead. “i love you. i’m here. i’m sorry.”
hyeon !!
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chewbacca is only a couple of months old & hyeon’s only had her for about two weeks, if that, but the small pup has already asserted herself as the boss around hyeon, especially when on walks. the new puppy parent has been doing her best to get chewie’s energy out whenever possible but sometimes she forgets the dogs strength, even after the leash slips from her grip & the little tyrant goes rushing off through the park. now, with hyeon’s own asthma problems it’s a tad bit difficult to run for long distances ( sometimes even at all ) so imagine the relief that’s flooded her countenance when she approaches to find her dog & a complete stranger being friendly. a relieved sigh leaves peach brims, cheeks puffing as the blush from exertion slowly fades away. ❝ god — she didn’t jump on you or anything right ? she kinda got away from me back there, thank you for finding her, though ! ❞ the familiar blue & white polka dot leash soon is in hand once more as the female crouches down next to the dog, hands scratching at her ears before cupping the pups muzzle gently. ❝ ah, thanks again — ? i didn’t exactly catch your name … i’m hyeon and this is chewie. it’d be weird if i couldn’t thank you properly. ❞
gym-bag was swung over shoulder, sports jacket ( university team PROUDLY woven across back ) was hastily closed to protect himself from the onslaught of the cold wind. ink black locks were STILL wet from the shower taken to wash away the dirt, the sweat, the effort put in his game ; stray strands clung eagerly against the nape of his neck -- while some had found home upon the angled line of his jaw ( last drops had long fallen upon the ground ; leaving a fresh sense of cleanliness behind ). normally elliot would return back to his dorm after practice but he had long decided to return HOME for the weekend && spend time with his absent parents. a one in a life time chance, really , when parentals returned home from the lavish trips and for some MIRACULOUS reason remembered they had a son. it did not matter, attached to them he was not, believing that EVERY ONE was like that had been an idea he planted in his head. and when one believes so DEEPLY for so long it’s hard to convince them otherwise. eyes had LONG spotted the dog ( before even seeing it’s owner ) && when the athlete found the little animal running towards him, ever so excitable, a smile spread across countenance. bag was dropped upon the ground, tall frame bend forward, knee resting upon the ground while hand had found home upon a fluffy head. slender digits found pleasure in raking through the fur && if possible the simper that graced faint rosette tiers flourished into one that EXHIBITED fondness. head cranes upwards and comes face to face with the female. it’s owner ? most definitely. “ no, she didn’t. she’s been a good girl, right ? ” and the pup receives another gentle scratch atop her head ( and maybe the soft chuckles that present itself through parted tiers are reserved for the dog as well ). “ but no problem ! ----- my name ? ” a quizzical look crosses elliot’s face before he retracts hand && takes hold of his bag again. “ ----- it’s elliot and honestly the first thank you was good enough, hyeon && chewie here should behave a bit better in the future hmm ? ” last words aimed at the pup, playfully so ( it’s then he stands up , tall figure towering above the crouching female ). “ she seems like one excitable pup ----- maybe if you’re lucky she’ll calm down when she’s older or -- ! ! ” and he pauses ; mostly for effect. “ -- she becomes the biggest menace to society. ”
to xiao.
happy valentine’s day. i hope you’re feeling well because i’m taking you out sometime today. maybe to lunch? or dinner? i’ve been saving up to treat you. i really, really wanna make this special for you. you’ve been important to me since that first day you tried to be my friend. don’t ever go too far away from me. always stay by my side.
from nikolai. ( 1, 2, 3 ) !
to receive the little box filled with gifts ( && the card with it ) brought forth an incredible warmth from within xiaowen’s chest. the night before did he clean up his room a bit, pimped up his iv-pole, brought some color in the otherwise stark white room. granted, it had always been a bit more cheerful than other hospital rooms, because of the amount of freedom he got to do what he wished but still ! ! a pang of guilt did manage to weasel it’s way through the happiness that had taken over his body. mostly because of the fact that he’d been late with getting nikolai something. he’d been busy with it though ! so busy ! but he’d been stupid, running outside in the cold, no coat ( no warm clothes ) && gotten himself sick. again. now the unfinished gift lay somewhere hidden under his bed ( he’d get a good scolding of his favorite nurse. he could bet on it ). back to the delightful gifts he was showered with ( he’d seen one of the interns try take a glimpse ; they smiled, he could only blush ). taped fingers, such a klutz he could be, held the card tightly within his hands. eyes reading the written words over && over again. trying to memorize each and every word.
oh how easy it was to smile ! to feel like the world was being painted in colors of pink && blue. to, for once, feel so incredibly loved ! with loving gaze does xiao look over at the remaining content, the book ( fairy tales ! his own hopefully coming true one day ) , the plushie, the fluffy slippers. cute. nikolai was cute ; so cute. even when the doctors come visit him because of their rounds is the card still held betwixt hands && pressed against his chest. one of the interns gives him that look again, it’s cheeky && all xiaowen does is stick out his tongue like the child he is. his vitals better be good, his body better listen to him today because in a few hours his nikolai would come && whisk him away from his feet. it’s those thoughts that keep him occupied when the doctor listens to his heartbeat, his breathing && holds his finger upon a frail wrist. it’s that very thought that makes him want to live one more day.
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Do whatever will make you feel comfortable okay baby ^^ ily just let me know so i can follow you forever you cant get rid if me now
thank you sweetums. and ofc i will !! bc at this point you’re stuck with me as well. it is what it is. ily lots ok.
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listen, there is absolutely nothing that gets me going like mutual seemingly unrequited pining like? i live for both people losing their minds over the other person in bitter silence. savoring every single accidental brush of their fingers, elbows, thighs, every stray glance, memorizing every gesture or expression they catch while the other isn’t looking, all while being absolutely convinced that it’s one-sided only to finally!! finally find out it wasn’t in a triumphant moment of bliss after years and years of delicious, soul-rending, torturous, heart-wrenching pining. i literally don’t care about the fact that this trope is predictable af and always plays out the same way i will still go wild over it every single time like they’ll be doing the same reveal scene i have seen a million times and i’m still on the edge of my seat gasping “are they gonna kiss???”
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i am debating whether i should just archive this blog && start fresh with a new one. just to get this organized again bc idk ; it feels so ????? here rn. idk. idk.
noah !!
noah sent him a suspicious look. it was obvious that the hoodie was his own but it remained unknown to him why the hell would the other take it. ‘’identical to mine? you didn’t own such a thing before but you do just when i lose mine? isn’t it a bit suspicious?’’
“ it’s only suspicious if you want to believe that it is. otherwise it’s merely coincidence. ” face straight does the male huddle even more into the hoodie. messing around with noah had always been a fun thing to do ; and even more fun was to see how far he could go. “ let’s for a moment believe it’s your hoodie, what is it to you ? can’t i wear it ? ”
i am planning to do owed stuff later tonight ; i haven’t been quick with things lately, i know but rl demanded my attention so there’s that. i might post some opens or a starter call later as well, i am not sure yet. maybe when i’ve figured out a few stats/bios for some new muses that i might add. maybe. we’ll see.
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