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Shallow Pursuit • Self
WISE SERA,
Why do I envy the miracles you perform? Nights I lay awake in are not because of malicious cause, but because of a desire to become something more. Perhaps, it might be that your capabilities are what I seek, yet no sign nor saying shows such specific answer. It is one thing to fear the unknown, therefore let me discover why this attraction has me charmed. However, I acknowledge that there is something in the way. An obstacle that prevents my entry. An enclosed gate that holds the flow of emotion back. I want to be your friend, free spirit. I want to ask for your well-being, whether it be intangible or invisible. I want to no longer be scared of companionship. And, I want to believe that you might be capable of understanding the torment I hide.
• MOOHYUK, A LOST SOUL •
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Spiritual Intimacy • Boo Sera
Open your eyes not to the text on parchment, but to the pictures they create.
Writing his conclusion to end the article, Moohyuk sets the pen down and allows the ink to dry. Being a spawn of darkness did not deem him an evil entity, merely an empty shell. Yet, the trainee stays lost in thought. Like Venom, the clinging of dark matter onto his soft fiber erodes his humanity, causing his health to decline. With the black letters now conjoined with the paper, the man folds it into thirds and puts it away into a folder of its own, before placing it aside the table lamp.
Taking up writing as a hobby soothes him, providing him with the chance to feel somewhat normal and to pour his heart. Two rubs of palm to temple further his comfort while he mindlessly stares at the wood of the library desk in lulled daydream. No one gets it. All the other users don’t have this echo... this echo that changes your mind. They have fire! Water! Even psychic powers! Why did mine have to come with a voice?! Crumbling from self-pressure, Moohyuk thumps his fist onto the table hard enough to send the pen flying towards the carpet. Conscious now, he apologizes in a general fashion for every person in the study room, only spotting Sera to send the words of regret, “So- sorry about that...” Eye contact breaks as he slumps down, hoping that the little bump will not grab the attention of people for long.
“Ahh!” An exclamation of ideas sneak out of his mouth, having the realization that the woman moments ago might have an inkling as to how to manage the stress of such powers. Unsure how to verbally send a message of inquiry, he readies another piece for composition, scribbling and releasing his tension through out the spill of hardened feelings. Curious of the similarity and difference between the two of them, Moohyuk focuses on the subject of dread, a topic that both parties can agree comes naturally as of now. Burdens ease off as he demands over and over, until satisfaction almost replaces his concern. “Psst!” The break of air hopefully introduces him as he waves across the paper for her indulgence.
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In the dark, there is discovery. There is possibility. There is freedom.
Captain James Flint (via rodpower78)
Class Clowning • Kang Hyuna
Shape me! Shape the formation, and shape thy will! Shape me!
Can this get... Tapping his pen, Moohyuk reads over the board in a whisper, “Topic: Unusual Applications.” Seeing the word irritates him, as everything is still too unusual for him to comprehend properly. Nonetheless, his dominant hand jots down notes of on-the-spot reaction’s small, yet effective usages to later study. Clearing of throats break the silence, as a trainer attending the session mentions using anything to leverage a dangerous situation into your favor. Our favor? Sure. Transitioning his annoyance into humor, he chuckles for a moment before writing that down as well, running over that fact too many times already. Eyes close in one heavy blink, before Moohyuk shakes his brain awake to remain involved in the discussion.
Desperate for something to keep his attention focused, he glances at the other students present. Each mostly stay in their own sphere, as he does. Nearing the end of his peek, a captivating brunette forces him to linger a little bit longer. Agent 21? An Alpha needing a tactics lesson... wh— He breaks his stare to make eye contact with the speaking instructor, reaffirming his attendance. Another look around points a few more of the Alpha Arcana dispersed throughout the room. In actual realization, Moohyuk decides that a few of these classic classes might benefit everyone, regardless of capability, and so, a sympathetic smirk slips him before returning to the woman again.
Determined furls of his brow and tiny bites of his lip subtly centralizes his thought process. Water... what if I got su— wait! What if you... His thinking oozes out in dialogue, “Refract the li— uhmp!” Quickly, he covers his mouth, checking his peers to assure himself that he did not bother any of them. Regardless, an epiphany dawns upon him.
“Agent 18! Is there something you wish to share?” Clearly his little outburst has put him on the spotlight, Moohyuk standing beside his seat before nodding an enthusiastic ‘yes.’
“I apologize for the suddenness,” providing the listeners with a courteous bow before continuing, “I happened to stumble upon something fascinating.” A curious, yet bothered look comes out of the teacher’s expression, urging him to finish. “I thought to myself what might happen if I fight when soaked in lights, right? I mean, shadows are low and all. Darkness doesn’t do too well with that, I’m sure you all know, but...” Moohyuk halts his speech to eye Hyuna for a moment before speaking up, “Let’s say that a fellow agent like her,” opening his palm to introduce the subject well-acquainted with hydrokinesis, “Surrounds me in water. What happens?”
A ravenous smile no longer hides on his face, excited to share the discovery. “Well, with some positioning, she can give me a source. A source of pure darkness. Not a shadow, but a true space where there is no light. And, all through refraction!” Moohyuk greets the confused looks of the few with a proud smile, concluding with, “Again, sorry for the disruption. It really is an unusual application, haha.” Maniacal ideas pop into his head as he retreats into the comfort of his seat.
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“Mine” Games • Lee Yura
Glory be to the princess of knives, oh! A glory in remembrance of such filthy, filthy lives...
With right elbow pointing to the ceiling, Moohyuk stretches in an attempt to warm up and scratch that volatile itch amidst the skin on his back. Every arc of his arm fuels a grunt behind the cover as his fingers crawl to the origin, inaccessible through the normal means. Feigning ignorance transforms to admitting defeat as the man finally decides to release the deathgrip on his shirt. “Scratch mine and I’ll scratch yours? How’s that sound?” Oh, the thought appeals to him, seducing his mind and breaking his concentration. Regardless, a swift nod of head focuses him as he shoots again and again. Wielding the red gun with such precision, the man shares his expectation, “See, I can get one from time to time, haha! Watch out!” His reticule directs at another to their collective right, the side nearer her, before firing a couple shots to result in a full takedown of the agent.
Yet, all is lost as the retaliation from a red hostile equipped with an assault rifle has him seeing numbers. Bam! Bam! Suddenly, game over becomes a reality with the cracked screen, “No!” Throat dries in nervous frustration as a gasp creeps out. Hurriedly, his hands dig through every pocket in search of a token to continue his progress with Yura; the clattering of the plastic pistol emphasizing his panicked search. Where? Where?! Don’t tell me... Realizing how bad he is at this particular arcade game, Moohyuk clasps his hands together and turns his entire body towards her, adding a tiny bow to seem desperate, “Please, spare me a few coins.” His sorrowful eyes gaze at her before transitioning to the screen as to watch the scores.
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Ghost in the Room • Self
Oh Grey between the Dark against the Light, May you provide a shimmer quaintly low Enough so that existence strikes with fright, Yes, forcefully to show obsessive glow.
Do spirits spawn a shadow growing tall? If one may, share what few each might not grasp. Embedded horror whelms my heart, my all. Enthrall this mind; remind the quiet gasp.
Hmm, humor me, what do the scarecrows fear? Perfect a lifetime based on warden’s guilt For I embody shackled captive, dear. Enjoy the kingdom, Queen... That I have built.
The Void stays servile towards you askew. Wherever I be, specters vanish, Boo...
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Running Circles • Self
Can I ever go back? Feelings unsure bubble up inside him as he stares down his reflection. Pale eyes meet one another before continuing their scan, from chin to forehead. Four strikes and chimes, the hanging clock indicates the echoing hour now behind him in the bedroom, as Moohyuk stays mesmerized in the morning and mourning minutes. Seated on the throne, he clips away at his fingernails, occasionally glancing at the damage throughout the skin, particularly his right ring finger. A smooth finish of scarring line perpendicular to his normal folds. Touching of the imprint bring him a recollection of a singed pain, one not harsh but memorable on the saw blade. Why did this happen? A concern not of the scar, his life question remains unanswered as he lets go of his appendage to put away the metal tool, replacing it with a purple toothbrush. “There’s no need to become ill now.” Things unfold quickly: teal paste, yellow teeth, broken grins, scraping sounds, and running water. One last rub of his head into the towel before Moohyuk takes his shirt off to sleep the rest of the night away in the little comfort of his futon, rather than the bed adjacent.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
Og Mandino (via fyp-psychology)