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I'm not going to be on starting tomorrow until Monday afternoon. Going away for the weekend~
So I'm just going to put up posts that'll complete the paras that I have going, and we can start new ones when the circus gets to the new area, if that's alright with everybody I'm currently RPing with~
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Who...wants to para with me for the bonfire event~? Lu Hannie has a stash of alcohol, btdubs. ;)
Inbox me~
Leap of Faith | Lu Han&Jeongmin
Jeongmin nodded as if he knew what it was like to hear, to see, to feel the nightmares of others, but he of course would never know. he wanted to say something but again he didnât really understand how it worked just like Lu Han would never understand what it was like to accidentally put spells on people when you were singing. It was in a way a divide between them, something they could never understand about the other.Â
Jeongmin looked at his gege. âI canât sleep either.â he said quietly. He knew Lu Han would be able to read his mind and hear his thoughts but he also knew that often Lu Han would help him open up and talk about it.  Something that Jeongmin appreciated.Â
He often wondered if Lu Han minded looking after him the way he did, if he minded that Jeongmin was a siren who thought too much about love, his life, his sexuality, normal teenage things, but he thought that his thoughts might irritate his roommate as Lu Han had already gone through the phase Jeongmin was in and had come out the other end unscathed.Â
Jeongmin eyed the scotch bottle carefully as if weighing up whether or not he should have a drink. Jeongmin lightly got up and walked gracefully across to Lu Hanâs bed, just slipping in next to him. Jeongmin smiled and took the bottle. âDo you just drink from the bottle or pour it into a glass?â he asked quietly. He knew deep down that it was a bad idea to drink, but he was tempted.
"Ah, my precious di," Lu Han murmured, staring across the gap that separated their two beds. "Don't worry too much about your own life," he advised softy under his breath, as he took a sip from the drink in his hands. His gaze slid away from Jeongmin's face and out the window again, at the moon reflecting on the ocean.
For some reason, the waves were starting to get riled up. It was probably close to high tide, but what Lu Han noticed instead was the silver gleam that every object on the beach seemed to take under the moon's gaze.
He was faintly aware of Jeongmin slipping onto his bed, the light sagging of the mattress as it sank to accommodate Jeongmin's weight.
He blinked when Jeongmin asked the question.
"You can pour it in a glass," Lu Han said with a non-committal shrug. "Or you can just drink from it. I prefer to drink from it, to be honest," Lu Han smirked.
"You want a sip? You've never had alcohol before, have you?" Lu Han asked, eyebrows furrowing. He couldn't remember if he'd ever offered any of the liquid to his baobei didi before, or if he had stayed true to his selfish ways and just kept them for himself.
Notes and Thoughts | Lu Han & Henry.
Relatively warm for the current season, Saturday immediately had seemed like a good day to Henry. After all, he liked to be outdoor and loved temperatures that allowed him to stay seated in one spot for some time. That way he could easily gain some inspiration from natureâs elements all around him, be it the wind whistling as it snaked between the nearby forestâs trees, the waves crashing against the shore, or even the still sand of said shore.
In fact, he had found a big rock on the East side of the island that faced the ocean just the day before, so he was looking forward going back there. This time around, however, he had dressed more warmly with the hope he wouldnât get cold as fast. Heck, he even had brought a blanket along with him, which he wrapped around his crossed legs once he was  comfortably settled on the rock.
He had cleared out its surface from the snow that had fallen there the previous day, so the only thing he had to do was wait for the spot he was sitting on to warm up. It quickly did, thankfully, and Henryâs shivering came to a halt. âNice,â he mumbled to himself, then pulling his violin case onto his lap so that he could extract the precious instrument from it.
Which he did: he squeezed the wider end between his jaw and his shoulder and flexed the fingers of his left hand to warm them up before he would begin to drag them across the fingerboard. Frozen fingers were stiff and would create stiff sounds and never would he want that. Then, eager to hear the perfectly tuned sound of his violin, Henry took the light wooden bow in his free hand and made its hair rub against the chords.
Practicing his quaver and high notes with closed eyes, he also began to improvise a short but repetitive melody that sounded good to him. In fact, his ears enjoyed the chain of notes so much that he had the urge to put it down on paper in order not to forget it; perhaps he could insert it in a composition one of these days.
Consequently, the chubby cheeked musician hurriedly reached out for a composition notebook and a pencil he knew he had thrown in the violin case before leaving his cottage house and began to scribble little note figures on it. âA, B as eighth-notes, semibreve G, quaver on it, then C as a minimâŠâ he thought, singing the notesâ tonality in his mind as he kept writing the melody down on the staff. Hopefully it would sound as good as he thought it did later on.
Lu Han was taking a stroll along the water, on the other side of the island than he usually walked on. Maybe there was something else out here for him, something in the peace and quiet. It was so calm and tranquil, Lu Han noted, as the waves lapped lightly at the sandy beach, and the sun glinted off the sea foam.
He closed his eyes, as he walked along the East side of the Island, and barely seemed to notice it when a soft strain of music infiltrated his thoughts. He pushed it away into the background of the camp - he was getting nearer to the main hub of activity, but...
That's when he realized the music wasn't somebody's thoughts, but somebody's playing. It felt...uplifting, as Lu Han turned to follow the music. The notes led him through the trees until he reached a large rock - and someone sitting on top of the rock.
Lu Han stepped back to take the view in full, shielding his eyes from the sun. The other's thoughts crashed down on him, as Lu Han squinted upwards.
Unfamiliar music terms greeted Lu Han's mind, before he let out a slight smile. He half considered simply stepping backwards and enjoying the music, when he realized he didn't actually want that. There was something about the stranger and the violin, the music and the thoughts, that formed a beautiful harmony in Lu Han's mind.
He climbed up onto the rock as quietly as he could, before clearing his throat.
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-- magician's secrets | lu han
Lu Han's ability is relatively straightforward: mind reading.
Telepathy.
Whatever you would like to call it.
Lu Han lives in a world of constant noise and buzz. As long as there are other people around him, there will be thoughts. Sometimes they're loud, sometimes they're soft. Lu Han can alter the noise of the buzz by two ways. Getting drunk or falling asleep.
But falling asleep is also relatively difficult, because when he sleeps, his guard is down. Other people's dreams begin infiltrating his and he ends up waking in the middle of the night after maybe an hour or two of sleep.
So he turns to alcohol.
He can also focus on one strain of thought, bringing it to the front of all the white noise and just follow it. Lu Han's mindreading abilities aren't so advanced that he can freely sift through any individual's thoughts at will, as much as he would like to. Right now, he can only read the current thought going through someone's head.
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Yessir I'm alive~
work is annoying. :(
on the other hand, I've updated my relations page soooo you should all check it out. there's some open spots still, aaaand i know i've left some people out (henry, ahyeon...) orz
but i'll finish those sometime this week maybe?
and now off to do replies~
-flies away-
nothing is accidental | Lu Han&Jiyong
The simple days had to be Jiyongâs favorite. The days where it was cold, it was sunny, and quiet. There always seemed to be something going on within the cirque, but today felt different. As Jiyong fitted a hat on his head, making sure his hair was pulled back under it, he thought about where to go that was still new.
He knew there were beaches, considering it was an island, but he never got a glimpse of them because he always went into the woods to practice controlling his ability or ran into someone heâs never met before. Out of all the places he explored, the beaches were not on the list. Feeling adventurous, he decided that heâd just tie his shoes extra tight and walk down the dirt road that lead to the sandy beach.
He was dressed warm, aside from any gloves, which were unnecessary in his case. Finally, he left his house to make his way to the ânewâ place.
When he got there, the scene left him in a slight trance. The ocean extended as far out as he could see, which made him feel like the island was the only thing that existed. He took a few more steps toward the water, and knelt down just before the tide could reach his feet. His index finger traced along the wet sand as he watched the tide flow up and down with a perfect rhythm. He wondered why he hadnât come to this place before, since it was so calming from the beginning.
Jiyong imagined the summer, and how the beach was like during that time when they were on break. He could only assume itâd be full of people most of the time. But for now, it was far too cold for anyone to want to dip into the water now. Hell, he doubted that even the hot acid could survive in the cold water.Â
He smiled at that, and reached his hand out toward the tide so the water rushed over his fingers.
Lu Han noticed then someone behind him. It was not difficult - it was easier when he was alone and then suddenly he wasn't. He studied the new arrival for a brief moment, before shrugging and taking the steps that would bring him over to him. He bumped their shoulders together, jumping in mock surprise.
"I'm so sorry!" he rattled out, eyes widening. "I didn't see you there."
It was a small game Lu Han liked to play sometimes. See how many people actually knew about his mindreading ability. Most of them did, he supposed, except for the newbies. The new circus members wouldn't know about Lu Han's telepathy, which was what made this game somewhat fun.
Because Lu Han could only guess if they were in fact, newbies. If they weren't, well, then the situation could turn awkward extremely quickly. But if they were, the game would turn into a game of, "how long until they find out?"
"I hope you're alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Lu Han asked worriedly, one hand reaching out to brush against the spot he had bumped. "It's totally my fault, I should really watch where I'm going more."
Leap of Faith | Lu Han&Jeongmin
Jeongmin hadnât been able to sleep, he was being plagued at the moment with the fears that were starting to grow in his mind about being a siren and what that ultimately meant for him, because right now he didnât see how he would ever be able to settle down and have the loving relationship he so very much desired. He didnât know of any other sirens in the world and it wasnât like there were serious webpages for sirens to talk to each other if others existed in the world, which he was doubting.Â
Jeongmin was lying facing the ceiling counting in his head, he didnât know whether repetition would get the fears out of his mind because he didnât want to dream of the sea again. As if the sea had itâs own siren call and was calling him. Though he was pretty sure that as a siren he was going to be drawn to the sea, to sing sailors to their deaths.
Jeongmin sensed that his roommate wasnât exactly sleeping, but he didnât say anything it wasnât his place, he didnât even have anything to say particularly. He knew that Lu han struggled at night time when everyoneâs dreams were flooding in, and in some ways Jeongmin felt bad for the boy, always knowing thoughts.Â
He let his mind wander of to whether he and Lu han would have the same problem - aka struggling to find love - because mind reading isnât exactly fun in a relationship. Jeongmin didnât mind but then he was sure he could siren seduce Lu han - which he had no intention of doing. Jeongmin wondered if he could sing Lu Han to sleep, but he doubted that would work.Â
Jeongmin was startled by Luhan jolting in bed, a nightmare, Jeongmin barely whispered as he rolled onto his side to look at his hyung. Well his Gege. He reminded himself that Lu han was of Chinese decent and should be called by his Chinese honorific, although with the way Lu han spoke Korean it was sometimes very easy to forget his Chinese roots.Â
Jeongmin sighed as he watched Lu Han as he picked up his alcohol. âGege.â Jeongmin said sitting up and looking across as his friend. âHaving trouble with the dreams?â he asked knowing full well what the answer was going to be, but still asking the question out of sheer politeness.Â
Jeongmin paused waiting for the answer while running his hand through his hair. He didnât really know what to say, he couldnât sleep either but he didnât want to sound needy. âDoes that alcohol even help?â Jeongmin crinkled his nose trying to work out what alcohol it was.Â
âIs that Gin?â He asked inquisitivelyÂ
Lu Han was so preoccupied with his own troubles, the nightmares of the room next door, and the various other sleeping thoughts of the other circus members he hadn't even noticed that his roommate had been staring at him for a while. Or maybe not even a while. Maybe just a few moments. Whatever it was, it had gone unnoticed by Lu Han.
So when Jeongmin spoke, inquiring about the contents of the bottle Lu Han was currently nursing, he almost jumped ten feet into the air. Which would have been quite astonishing and in which case, Lu Han would have gone on to experiment. Perhaps he had gained a second ability?
"Nightmare from next door," Lu Han finally answered, as he turned to look Jeongmin in the eye. He noted with amusement the honorific Jeongmin had given him. Hearing the word gege coming from Jeongmin, with his Korean accent, was heartwarming, yet also oddly nostalgic. He hadn't been called that in a very long time. He sighed, holding the bottle up so the moonlight shone through it, casting an amber-colored shadow on the floor.
"Sometimes," he murmured, half to himself, half in response to Jeongmin's second inquisition. He picked up on Jeongmin's inability to sleep via the thought that darted through Jeongmin's mind but he said nothing about it. He was aware of Jeongmin's romantic troubles. Sirens were hard to come by, and it was hard to tell if it was true love.
"And no, it's scotch," Lu Han pulled himself up onto his bed, as he uncorked the bottle and took a few sips.
"You want to try?"
It was a terrible idea.
A very terrible idea.
But Lu Han's eyes glinted in the light of the moon, and Lu Han knew there was no turning back. Once those words were in the air, it was up to Jeongmin to make his own decision.
This House Ain't Big Enough for the Both of Us || Lu Han and Ren
His nose twitched lightly at that stupid, know-it-all voice that rang out. Of course he would recognize it anywhere âLu Han was the first guy in the Cirque that he had really talked to that hadnât taken to him that well. But then again, Ren hadnât exactly done the same either. Once he realized that his sweet smiled and angelic face couldnât hide his true thoughts from this guy, he had quickly turned nasty and had asked why he couldnât just stop listening in on peopleâs thoughts. Like Hongki had taught him, though; people would never respond well to that. Oh well, like he would have cared had anyone but the shadow manipulator said anything.
With his rising irritation, the mousetraps had slowly started to swing around to watch the new guest instead, them snapping their traps almost nervously, as they felt the tense, unconscious energy from their master start to fill them. Something needed to chill the teen out, or he would likely snap, and if he snappedâŠthen they would all likely snap on something of Lu Hanâs. Which was never ever a good thought.
The blond finally looked up at his partner for the day and repressed his irritation, thankfully allowing the traps to return to their hunt for the mice invaders. Or rat invaders. But the thought of rats had Ren nearly starting to hyperventilate, so he stuck to just mice, thank you very much. The traps were heavy duty, though, so he wasnât too concerned either way. His hand was resting on the peeled, rotting wallpaper below the window, something the blond had been currently focused on ripping off.
Shaking his head, he raised his voice to be understood through the muffling effect of his own mask, and said, âNo kidding, genius. So pick a place and get started.â Ren could have explained why he was working so hard to clean, but he figured if Lu Han really cared, heâd likely just literally pick his brain for it. Waving his hand a little bit, the garbage bag to his right fluffed itself open, and the wallpaper just fluttered right in. âIf you need anything and donât feel like getting up, I can bring it over for you.â The teen called in a grudgingly genial voice. If they were going to work together like that all day, he might as well make an attempt to keep it from being horribly god awful.
But the reason he worked so hard on this was that he loved a project more than anything else; a fixer upper that he could smother with his lover and feminine touch. He was like that with objects, people jobs, whatever! When he looked at this sad little house, he saw something neglected that deserved love just as much as the fanciest condo did. It just needed some work, and it would be beautiful. Something about that last line settled heavily in his stomach, causing Ren to frown as he continued his work. That strangely felt like it meant more than it was supposed toâŠhopefully Lu Han couldnât interpret that.
Nerves cause all of the wallpaper to just start peeling down on its own, before he guided it distractedly into the garbage bag. Now he should dust the light fixtures and corners of the room, before going to scrub the walls. At this rate, they would be done in no time. And he could get away from the troubling guy and his own troubling thoughts.Â
Well, wasn't Ren just a piece of work. "Lovely," Lu Han grumbled under his breath as the mousetraps started to rattle and the wallpaper started to ruffle in response to Ren's agitation and irritation. Like he needed anymore indication that Ren didn't want him around. "Just lovely," he almost spat as he headed into a different room, almost spitefully kicking up as much dust as he could.
He dragged his bucket and mop into the broken down bathroom, setting the mop down on the dirty tile.
It was only then did Ren's offer to have objects come to him on their own will really register in Lu Han's mind. He looked over his shoulder at Ren in confusion.
"Why would you do that for me?" he asked curiously, leaning against his mop. He hadn't started yet, and his voice was muffled through his facemask. He hated the smell of mildew and mold and the bathroom was ripe with it.
Far too ripe.
Lu Han almost gagged as he started pushing his mop around, the soap getting into the cracks between the tiles and starting to run down towards the wall. The floor was just slightly tilted, Lu Han noted absentmindedly. He reached out with his mind, probing at Ren's.
He was struck by the other's desire to make a perfect house, managing to catch onto Ren's last thought about turning ugly things into beautiful things. It made Lu Han pause. What did Ren mean by that? Didn't the blond know just how beautiful he was? And that was when Lu Han did a double take at his own thoughts. Where had that come from?
He looked over at Ren, at the feminine puppeteer hard at work tearing down rotting newspaper. Never one to fall behind, Lu Han scrubbed harder until some of the dirt finally began falling away to reveal grungy, green tile.
"So, Ren," Lu Han called out conversationally. He needed to know more. "What have you been up to lately?"
ambiguity | Lu Han&Yunho
Yunho jumped back as he saw someone rising. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized that it was Luhan. But it was quickly replaced with worry, Luhan was one of those people that he tended to avoid. Not because heâd ever done anything wrong but Yunho knew his ability and found that whenever he interacted with other people whoâs powers branched off the same tree as his, things were always much more intense than he cared to think about.Â
So Luhan just became another name, another face, on the list of people he needed to stay away from until he got better at controlling his ability. Now though, they were stuck in an old decrepit house together. Yunho could turn around and walk out, act as if they never ran into each other but Luhanâs clearly intoxicated mood was already beginning to rub off on him. That was the thing about alcohol. It made people feel uninhibited and free, and Luhan was starting to radiate it. Yunho did his best to stave off the feeling but he could already feel himself relaxing.Â
âI felt something out there. I needed to get away. Are you drunk?â Yunhoâs eyes darted to the bottle then back to Luhan. He knew his answer, he could tell just by how he was beginning to feel but asking questions kept his wits about him and that was good. He needed not to let his guard down when in the presence of someone who could hear everything going on in his head. Yunho didnât have much to hide though. He was what he was, and he lived with that philosophy for much of his life. He was almost always vulnerable so there werenât many walls to break down when it came to him. Only layers of emotions to sift through.
âIs that what youâre doing? Having a party?â Yunho looked around, there was no one else in the house with them. He could feel the extension of Luhanâs emotions spiraling lazily around and he pursed his lips together taking a step closer. âSeems like youâre feeling a tad sorry for yourself.â Yunho pointed out. Underneath all the inebriated pleasure, Yunho could feel the self pity. Just a bit of it, and it niggled at parts of him trying to bring his own emotions in that direction but it was much too subtle. He felt a surge of appreciation for how heâd grown, enough to ignore the smaller things.
âI told you why I was here.â Yunho stated again, his voice bored and monotone. He was trying not to let it show how much Luhanâs state was truly affecting him but then figured he already knew if Yunho was thinking about it so much. âBut it feels like I wonât be going anywhere for awhile. How drunk are you?â Yunho questioned, sinking down to the floor. There was a reason that if he ever did drink he did it alone. Not a drop of alcohol touched in months and he was already wobbly on his feet just by being in an intoxicated presence. He rolled his eyes, great.Â
âGive me the bottle.â His hand closed around glass and he stared down at it. This was a bad idea but he was already feeling the worst of it, he might as well have a reason to.
Lu Han stared straight at Yunho, as the other debated whether or not to just turn away. But Yunho's thoughts were muffled, as though someone had put earplugs in Lu Han's ears and then spoke to him. He couldn't clearly distinguish Yunho's thoughts, and that in itself was almost enough for Lu Han.
He smiled slightly, when Yunho remarked about his self pity. "What can I say?" he said softly, still sober enough to answer clearly. "I'm a pretty selfish person. Always thinking about myself, never about others," Lu Han swirled the bottle's contents around for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stared at the liquid like it would hold all the answers to the universe.
Maybe it did.
It was only when Yunho's thoughts turned to alcohol - and what it would do to him, that Lu Han finally really paid attention. Here was something interesting. Here was something that he could focus on. He forced himself to follow that train of thought into Yunho's mind, almost needing to strain with the effort to read it, as though his thoughts were a book getting further and further away.
Lu Han blinked, when Yunho asked for the bottle.
Mutely, he handed it over.
"Don't drink all of it," he warned. "It's really strong." He kept his voice low, as he scooted closer to Yunho. "Why don't you sit?" he added. "You look like you'd fall over with the first sip." Lu Han studied Yunho for a long moment, as he waited for the other to take the bottle from him.
All he really knew about Yunho was that the other's ability dealt with emotions, dealt with feeling the emotions in the air around him and then...doing something with them. It had always confused him, Yunho's ability. But perhaps now was a chance to get to know the other better. Lu Han smiled, one selfish thought running through his head.
It would be his chance to find what made Yunho tick.
He waited for Yunho to take a sip, his hand curled loosely on his thigh as he straightened. He was still sober - sober enough that he could carry on a conversation. He knew when he was completely drunk. It was when he couldn't sense the thoughts of other people anymore.
When it was just his own voice in his head.
When it got awfully lonely.
Year of the Snake | Lu Han
Another year alone, another year without contacting his family, his friends, his past. Lu Han was taking a walk through the trees, a scarf wrapped around his face, a hat tucked on top of his head, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
His booted feet crunched down on the dead leaves that scattered the path, as he walked almost aimlessly. Where his feet wanted to go he would eventually go.
His thoughts - finally, he was alone in the woods.
Finally, his thoughts were his again, and where would they turn but to his family back in China? They would be celebrating the New Year by now, at a table surrounded by his cousins and his uncles and aunts and his grandparents. They would be exchanging hongbao and eating jiaozi, and his little cousins would be running around underfoot.
He could remember those days almost too easily.
It was the Year of the Snake, and as Lu Han finally reached the other side of the small strip of forest, he realized he was right by the snowy beach. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, before crouching down and writing in the snow:
æ°ćčŽćż«äčéčżæ
He stepped back to look at the scrawl on the beach and tilted his head up to stare at the gray sky.
"Happy New Year, Lu Han," he murmured, before turning on his heel and heading back towards the houses.
-- tracker;;
...just adding to the list of trackers on the dash~
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okay i'm online now. ouo
who wants to plot. i'll go reply to my inbox and to the paras that need replying to. :3
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So....this is just a personal thing you can ignore or not but I'd really appreciate it if you took the time to read it.
This weekend, starting on Saturday, the sectionals meet for swimming in my state was supposed to happen. Western Mass is one of the biggest stages for swimming, but because of the storm, the meet was cancelled and has not been rescheduled.
I'm one of the captains on my team, and so, I know exactly how hard all of the people who qualified worked. They worked their asses off and all of them were so excited to make western mass.
So, if you could help by trending #BringBackWesternMass on twitter, I'd really appreciate it. :)
This isn't RP related but I hope you admins don't mind me putting this here?
