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18. put on jewellery. elay & keshi
meme: pamper my muse!
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In the morning Rhela, hands Elay a cold silver plated ring in passing as she gets her things and heads out for work. She sipped on her morning tea and says, “found it on the couch a couple nights ago, you should be careful where you leave your things Elay.” Rhela then gave her son a hurried wave before leaving him at the door.
Funny thing was as Elay watched his mother get into her car and drive away, the ring that he twisted between his fingers wasn’t even his.Well not anymore.
It had probably slipped out of Keshi’s finger in one of their heavy make out sessions to be honest because they were too tired to do anything else. Laying on top of each other, hugging close with nothing but limbs and pressed murmurs into each others sticky skin in the summer evening.
“Why’d you stop?” Elay tried to sit up with Keshi still on top of him, his knees sinking further into the couch cushions as he laughed at him. Elay furrowed his brows as Keshi explained how he must be tired- he did just come back from the other realm after all.
“Pussy.” Elay laid flush underneath Keshi now. “I do enjoy when you fall asleep on me but, not that much.” It was all that needed to be said before Elay started to squirm and wrestle Keshi off of his high horse. That must of been it, how Elay was jolting about and slapping Keshi’s hand away caused the ring to slip out of his finger and into the couch cushions.
Now, there wasn’t anything all that special about the ring, in fact it was plain and simple to any ordinary person who would put it on. But, when Elay slipped the ring onto his index the wandering eye appeared. It’s iris obsidian when it settled on to him, it was shiny and crystalline as he moved his hand to and fro examining it, the eye as if it was offended blinked and jeering veins appeared staining the white of it’s pupils. It blinked again and this time Elay could feel it’s buzzing power in the room with him. He spoke to it in the old language, “Where is Takeshi?” The buzzing stopped, Elay hummed questioningly. Then the warmth came from the tips of his fingers, up to his arms, past his neck it climbed to his face and settled into his own eyes dilating his pupils till there was no white in them. Yet, Elay could see nothing, right as it came the feeling dissipated into nothing, no vision, no Keshi. Nothing.
Elay stared at the ring and the ring stared back unapologetically before disappearing as well. Shit. All fucking shit. The ring didn’t answer to him anymore. It felt heavy on his finger now as he tried to remove it along with the guilt of trying to spy on his… on his… his…
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Lost - AU where Junot and Jaewon lose their memory of each other but Junot is slowly gettng fragments back and has no idea what to do with it.
Text Messages;
Junot has an old Android phone she rarely uses because its disconnected so coming back, she finds it and lets it collect dust for so long maybe around the five year mark where shes finally clearing out her old things. Her intentions are to get it charged and see if there any pictures of her, her family and friends worth saving. maybe things that could explain this gap that feels unexplainable, just looming over her and her memories. But theres nothing. It doesn't even occur to her to check the messages for a while. She sees the "i miss you" texts from her ex a text about borrowing some shoes from her sister amd unsolicited advice from her brother brooklyn and cute pics of her niece with her brother danny. And its total accident and total boredom that she goes all the way down in her text folder. Granted shes had this dusty phone since 2011 and some weird number comes up. Not the first one she sees in her folder because spam texts are a thing but this one is in Korean and shes confused at the preview lines. She has Korean friends but they never texted her in korean not even by mistake. But its just messages and messages paragraphs and simple lines that date back for what feels like forever, there are so many texts she gets tired trying to scroll up to see the beginning of them. And all this time shes staring at these words that she can't read and its either out of frustration but she feels her eyes get wet with tears the harder shes trying to understand, grappling that she does but she doesn't and its a feeling like an itch in the throat and it bothers her for days, weeks, months.
When she remembers again and the dreams about the island get more frightening "reading" the text messages becomes her crutch, she stares at her phone in the dark until she falls asleep. She enters them in Google translate but the words are jumbled each and everytime. The syntax and structure are botched when translated into English. She hates it and hates that she needs it.
Her friend Kirsten is the one to decode the messages. Junot gets by the side eyeing questions explaining it was a wrong number that texted nothing more. They sit in the quad in their apartment complex sharing a to go from Nandos.
"Girl..."
"What?"
"Girl."
They look at each other with swollen smiley cheeks, they laugh and laugh and laugh till they don't.
Kirsten says: "i can barely read this because I mean this is real, REAL ass Korean but, its something romantic. I like this one part though, It says; "
You’re special to me. And I know that’s hard to hear after everything we’ve been through but believe me I trust you,completely. You are sunshine in my dark, dark fucking life."
The rest was getting hard to read for Kirsten. Korean-American or not formal language makes you feel like an illiterate bitch. She gave Junot something to laugh about though...
"He keeps making a Star Wars refrence though. I dont know why."
"Which character?"
"Obi Won Kenobi."
A couple weeks pass. The old phone is next to her night stand begging to be charged as it sits at 2%. Another night where she can't sleep she holds it to her face, white light escaping between her hands.
It's dumb and weird? But after a long winded debate in her mind fully knowing her phone is deactivated that this phone is meerly a technological fossil she presses on the narrow text box and writes; Hi.
Send.
The phone lands on its face back on the night stand.
It vibrates.
Connection Lost. This phone is no longer in service please connect with your Wireless Network or....
Junot puts the phone away in the drawer of her nightstand, she puts away her faulty naive hope that has been emitting from her body like a disease.
Its quite in her room, she almost falls asleep.
The phone vibrates again.
One message sits in her inbox. The phone dies.
"Beneath one’s feet was a green, prickly country, dove-gray blueberry undergrowth, the green-pea shapes of unripened wild strawberries, whitish pink fields of cockles, and beyond the bright forest—the smooth quiet of a lake burning under the sun."
– Tatyana Tolstaya, from “The Moon Came Out,” White Walls: Collected Stories (NYRB, 2007)
Jaewon Moon x Junot Tutturo | Lost @noiresociety
"Obi Jae Won Kenobi, you're my only hope!" "Shut up."
-1/1
at first it was ghosts.
they taught him to see things, observe a world he is no longer a part of. he hates the way one of them runs a biting hand down his neck. “maybe if you really did it this time, we can have some fun.” they laugh with a sickness only wicked people could have. love learned on that day that the world of the living and the world of the dead are not so different.
rebirth.
his first steps are wet. embalming fluid runs down his legs as he walks naked through empty hallways. the flickering of lights guide him to a locker room where he sits under a steaming shower and feels nothing. it’s different than the other times because at least he is not on his knees. He keeps his eyes open so the memory of his death does not come rushing in. The bite of his lips the blood that splashed on heated skin, his eyes squeezing out tears as he cried.
living is all about memory.
warmth
warmth are the soft fingers that splay across his bloated stomach. the look in their eyes that cry out, I need to save him. he smiles and rips open their mind with a simple look. there is only traces of a family and an abuser lodged between happiness and something similar. He erases the memory of them, twists out a new reality so she can walk on with both feet firmly planted on the ground. it will not absolve her of all the pain but this is as close as he can come to feel sensation on his skin. when he can enter anothers mind and change it.
noa begs him not to leave, noa brings back the color to his skin. on some days she smiles more than usual. they save each other in small doses.
windows
love leaves them open on warm nights. he looks out and down at the street below and cherishes the sudden emptiness and the innocence of winter. love cannot feel the cold so he lays on his bed and thinks about how snow might taste like. love cannot feel heat so he touches himself and sighs deeply when something finally works. he lets memory flow and crash one after the other on an invisible easel all rough rain, broken smiles, aching back and how everything that leaves his mouth sounded like sex. How some days were easier than the ones he was living now.
he brings back his hand tainted in thick lines of white, he brings his fingers to his lips and shivers. snow cannot taste like this.
a home
this was a place he didn’t want to leave. when his head laid down on his pillow he could close his eyes with such ease, sleep had a home here too. he shares it with someone who may not have seen much of the world but man did they deserve it.
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[ 7:35 pm] we’re at pier one imports. i thought this franchise died along with your sense of style. you don’t disappoint when you pick up the ugliest thing in the store. i dunno why i smiled or why i said that you should put it in the cart. i guess something of your own choosing should be in your own house, yeah?
Next day,
[11: 05 am] saturday. i finally saw her. she was picking through the persimmons and papayas and honey melons of the farmers market looking like everything you would never tell me about her. is it cliche to say she was a dream? i mean i think I get it now, even though i don’t have the guts to tell you that i understand what she took from you. and when she approached me she already seemed to know my name by the look in her eyes. she was an emptiness that burned when it left. did she always leave you behind? i can’t ever willingly do that to you.
how the fuck did you live like this?
[ 10:11pm ] it was around this time wasn’t it? when i leveled a city. i see your face sometimes and i just want to scream. and astoundingly it isn’t because you’re annoying me.because you remind me of him without meaning to.
he was your brother not by blood but by a force that’s fucked us all; transcendence. this city that’s brought us together somehow over centuries and millennia of being lost, broken and defiled. our alters are now sacrilege made up of the 21st century, we have jobs instead of holiness, you have the ocean but your trident is now a pen revising peoples versions of history. I think about the way you might laugh when they’re totally wrong. totally wrong about you.
-i feel so empty without her. and you can’t replace what has abandoned me but… you’re still full of power. the pulp im missing– yes i could be jealous. i provoke you because i don’t want to forget how it feels to have that power.
-he hurt me. i want to scream it, so you would really know so you wouldn’t have to look at me like that. so there’s no unsaid words between us during a game of monopoly.
-your move.
[1:17 am] but i think i’m happy here, maybe. i don’t know what that looks like anymore. maybe it’s just me and you eating mangoes dipped in chilli at this hour hungry for something sweet and hot.
Mason Yoon x Passion Osunsami | Verdona County @noiresociety
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[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.
[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.
[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.
[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.
[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.
[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.
[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.
[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.
[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.
[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.
[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.
[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.
[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.
[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.
[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.
[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.
[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.
[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.
[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.
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