commuovere

commuovere: often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears. 18+ lit rp. please read about before interacting. nsfw content my occur.

[cxmmuovere]

pularuk:

she patiently patted his wounded head as she waited (perhaps a bit too long, she started to worry just how hard he’d been hit), when finally he gave her a name. “taehyung? that’s a nice name,” the witch murmured quietly, trying to be as gentle as possible to the poor dazed boy. jiho blinked as a gloved hand was offered to her, only clasping it because it seemed to be what he wanted. for whatever reason he made her feel like she was back at the house, a small, foreign piece of comfort, but she pushed that thought out as quickly as it came. maybe it was just because she was worried.

and anyway… why gloves? was he really so cold? she let go of his hand, as well as the thought, instead focusing on trying to keep him with her. what point was there to dwell on it, when likely she’ll just charm away his memory of her and they’ll probably never cross paths again once he was all healed? right, there was none. she was just the mothering type, after all – it was how she went from one charge to three in the years she’d spent there.

“huh?” oh, she realized belatedly, she hadn’t given him her name, and had lost herself in her thoughts. “oh, i’m jiho. you’re right, you can’t. trust me, if xav or mimi ever heard you call me angel… they’d definitely laugh…” maybe she was just speaking to herself, but it was true. “… is anyone going to come looking for you?” she asked after a moment, looking at the area around them – it was dark, foreboding. and with her luck, dangerous. “like, i dunno, parents or something? or somewhere i can take you?”

"ji...ji, ji-ji - pretty name, sounds like...italian, so pretty-"

the dazed smile drops, however, at the mention of parents. pity. he'd been doing so well with the whole 'not thinking about anything' deal. now it wasn't just his head that was hurting.

"oh....um. no. j-just. just me. i. i don't have parents. anymore. or a house....or a bed. just. just me. and these clothes."

he fiddles absently with the hem of the grubby shirt, face paling, moreso than it already was. i don't have a thing in the world except the clothes on my back.

"ji-ji. i don't have anybody. and i used to have two parents and friends and a life about a month ago and now it's gone and i'm. i'm not entirely sure of what. what i should do. what i can do..."

[nobodynothin-deactivated2016070]

Classic Rock Starters

Bon Jovi

“We’ve gotta hold on to what we’ve got.”

“It’s now or never.”

“I just want to live while I’m alive .”

“It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not.”

“We’re half way there!”

“I ain’t gonna live forever.”

“Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear.”

“You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got.”

“And the truth is baby you’re all that I need.”

“It’s you that I’d die to defend.”

Fleetwood Mac

“I have no fear, I have only love.”

“They will come and they will go.”

“And it all comes down to you.” 

“How can I ever change things that I feel?“

“You can call it another lonely day.”

“Players only love you when they’re playin’.”

“If I could, baby, I’d give you my world.”

KISS

“I can’t come home right now.”

“Don’t try to lie.”

“I’ve got the cure!”

“Don’t you know you’ll be in misery?”

“But there’s so much you’ll never know…“

“Just a few more hours and I’ll be right home to you.”

The Beatles

“I don’t know, she wouldn’t say!”

“Don’t you want me to love you?”

“Take a piece but not too much!”

“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.”

“Let it be.”

“I don’t know why nobody told you!”

The Doors

“People are strange.”

“No one remembers your name.”

“We couldn’t get much higher!”

“The future’s uncertain and the end’s always near.”

Poison

“I never seen you look so good!”

“Now, I’m a sucker for a pretty face.”

“I can barely make it through the week.”

“I can’t pay my rent!”

“What’s been goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“You know that I can’t hardly wait, just to see you.”

“I never, ever stay out late.”

“I won’t give up until they give in.”

“How can I resist?”

“What’s got you so jumpy?”

Motley Crue

“Knock em’ dead, kid!”

“You better not push me!”

“When you look into my eyes, tell me what you see.”

“It’s me, myself, and I - until death do us part.”

“Who thought I’d live this long?”

“She’ll slice you apart.”

“Just wait, honey…”

Queen

“You can’t win with your hands tied.”

“How long can you stay?”

“Things seemed so perfect - you know?”

“Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance.”

“But please you must forgive me…”

“You got mud on your face!”

“Does anybody know what we are living for?”

“Oh, won’t you take me home tonight?”

“I’d sit alone and watch your light.”

“What are we living for?”

“The show must go on!”

“I have to find the will to carry on.”

“Ain’t that a shame?”

“You can’t turn back the clock, you can’t turn back the tide.”

David Bowie

“Where do we go from here?”

“There’s something in the sky!”

“But I know it’s gonna happen someday to you…”

“Don’t lose faith.”

“This crying and grieving won’t do me no good.”

“Come back, baby. Give me one more chance!”

[gumihc-moved]

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      At the minute? Considering the current state of his clothes and the scent emanated from his skin, Ahreum was quite sure that he had been having a rough time for a lot more than that. Stepping back, a frown now marring the corners of her mouth, she lazily raised a single brow at him.

      ❛   Or maybe, you could stop being in denial and accept someone’s help.   ❜ In all honesty, she wasn’t too sure on whether she wanted to rescue him or not, but oh well.❛   If you die because of that bruise, I’ll have to feel guilty.   ❜  

[cxmmuovere]

...

there comes a moment in everyone’s life where they have to push aside any notion of pride they may have in order to survive; desperation pushing them past the concepts of societal norms and social etiquette.

he could really, really use a hot shower. and maybe a four cheese pizza with the stuffed crust and a pot of garlic dip. actually, scrap the dip; he’d rather just eat the pizza then spend about eight hours brushing his teeth. minus the garlic/mint aftertaste. gross.

“uhh.....by ‘someone’, do you mean you, and by ‘help’, do you mean you know somewhere a guy could maybe get a shower and some sustenance? i haven’t eaten in....um. a while. and don't worry! i may look...not so tough, but i think i'll manage to soldier on with a bruise for at least a few more hours. it only hurts when i move.”

[cxmmuovere]

pularuk:

@cxmmuovere ( in response to this! )

his sudden declaration threw the witch off – angel? she was anything but. “i’m… not here to take you anywhere, actually, and you’re still alive, so it’s okay,” she mumbled, brows furrowed as she pulled out a handkerchief from her purse. she certainly wasn’t going to tell the bewildered boy she’d cursed the man who hit him, a slew of bad luck following after the assailant that could or could not lead to his death. it depended on his other transgressions, after all, but jiho wouldn’t know. she merely believed in an eye for an eye. 

but he seemed so dazed and wounded… “i’d bring you to the house, but i can’t carry you, you’re… bigger than me,” the witch sighed softly, expression having turned sour at the thought that she would need help. “what’s your name?” jiho asked after a beat, gently patting his wounded head – maybe keeping him talking would help him until he regained his strength. and sense. 

what a tale this will be, that someone actually called her an angel. she forced herself not to smile or laugh out loud at the mere thought, focusing on the stranger instead.

oh, ohh but that’s nice...he’d heard of angels having healing powers but he’d never imagined he’d get to feel them first hand; his thumping head clearing steadily as it’s petted by gentle, if rather cold fingers.

what’s your name?

ah. balls. what’s he called again? god, he’d been hit pretty hard but he hadn’t thought it was that bad...maybe it’s the fact that an angel (he definitely reckons she is one of the heavenly creatures despite her protests - who else has hands that can take away headaches?) is petting him that’s got his thoughts bamboozled. yeah. gotta be it. 

“taehyung! yeah. i’m taehyung. nice to meet you ‘n all that.”

smooth recovery. a+, 10/10 would engage in social interaction again.

he sticks his hand out in greeting, up towards her, before having a moment of almost panic until he realises the gloves are still there, still on him, separating his skin (his sickness) from the outside world. thank sweet seven pound baby jesus.

“what’s yours? can’t keep calling you angel, can i?”

[svldiier-deactivated20160802]

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[cxmmuovere]

(( i'll be replying/doing tagged memes today as soon as i get off mobile ~ ty for being patient with me :') ))

[gumihc-moved]

「 @cxmmuovere was charmed. ❤ 」

      The vulpine-she frowned at the sight of the bruise and although normally the mere scent of ichor would have been able to to lure her in, she was unnaturally calm around him; her fingers ghosted over the fresh wound before her head was eventually lifted in order to directly focus her attention upon him.

       ❛   I don’t want to sound rude, but… Your clothes are quite dirty, if you don’t get your arm checked, it might get infected.   ❜ Alright, this wasn’t exactly smooth but oh well.

[cxmmuovere]

his cheeks flushed slightly at her observation. sure, of course his clothes were grimy...he had nothing else...but having it pointed out so bluntly by a pretty lady was nothing short of totally embarrassing.

not that he'd ever had any reason to look nice in front of pretty ladies before.

"i...i know. i'm...i'm just not...i'm having a bit of a rough time at the minute." understatement of the century. "i'll be alright."

[cxmmuovere]

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

"i...n-no, it's fine-"

his luck has to change soon. he hadn't meant to bump into her at all; let alone irritate a tender bruise on his arm...and then allow the poor woman he'd barged into check it.

alright, honestly, it was a pretty nasty looking bruise but in the grand scheme of things (broken bottles, baseball bats) it wasn't so bad. he only felt it when it was being prodded.

"you...you really don't have to do that..."

[cxmmuovere]

"You look like shit."

a slight frown passes over his face, taking a little look over himself. okay, sure; his clothes were grubby. but he'd managed a cursory wash and brush up in one of the public bathrooms he'd found to curl up in the night before - at least he's vaguely clean.

..."for somebody who doesn't have literally anything, i think i look pretty okay. i mean...i could do with some new clothes, but..."

"who are you, anyway?"

[cxmmuovere]

jiho knelt beside the boy, worrying at her lip. "you hit your head pretty hard..."

oh. an angel came to take him away. how wonderful.

"...preeetty angel.....'m not ready to go up to...wait, no, i'm going down, aren't i..."

his expression of blissful bewilderment drops, fear and an overwhelming guilt taking over instead.

desperate people could be desperately cruel; and sneaking up behind a lost looking boy with a blunt object in order to relieve him of any valuables he may be carrying was nothing to a lot of them. unfortunately, they targeted him. unfortunately, he had no valuables, and as such was left to the elements, flat out on the ground.

"please, just.....gimme, gimme one more chance...i d-didn't mean to hurt anybody..."

[cxmmuovere]

“That looks infected.”

it'd been bound to happen at some point; in all honesty, he's astonished it hadn't come sooner in his unexpected journey into living on the streets.

but...when you go to sleep and wake up without the shoes you'd knocked out in...blisters (and worse) were to be expected.

the broken bottle he'd trodden on had been absolute hell to pick out, especially with gloves on, and it seemed even now he'd missed a fragment - leaving his poor soles open and oozing. somebody really hated him up there, he mused, before blinking nervously up at the man who'd approached him as he perched on a free bench, wondering what to do next.

"i...it's just a bit sore, that's all..."

[memes-for-the-rper]

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

[cataclismique-a]

:// you can be sweet with even just a smile.

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[blubabi]

i need u vs. run taehyung ver.

[cxmmuovere]

he'll run forever, if he needs to.

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[cxmmuovere]

— ( ⚾️ ) he was flying solo that night. for once gun & he were separated for the evening. something about having to take care of a business deal on their end. insu could have went with them, but he decided against it. it wasn’t often that he was met with some peace && quiet. not that gun was a loud dongsaeng, but he was constantly surrounded by them && his sisters. there was never time to actually sit down and think. && when he thought that he had time it was always because of the drugs, bringing him to a different world when in reality he was always around THEM.

walking through the HEART of seoul was boring without a partner, he must admit. usually he would be laughing by gun’s side but he found himself laughing to himself. regardless that silence granted, it felt unnatural for him to be THAT alone. for years he felt alone, but nothing felt like THIS. as he dragged his feet through alleyways with a cigarette hanging between his lips he looked over anything that was suffice as comfort, some entertainment for the leader. nothing lifted to his standards. a few blocks down && all he saw were stray animals picking at trash. some drunkards looking for a fight that would immediately clear the second he motioned to go their way. it was funny. even when people were drunk OUT OF THEIR MINDS they still could sense REAL trouble when it came. his tongue clicked to the roof of his mouth after he spat on one of the more fearless ones now scrambled on the ground. they had shitty friends for they immediately fled the situation.

now something interesting presented itself before him.

he even stopped to listen — to watch. there was an adorable attempt made by a failed crook to take a young kids wallet. first the victim began to stammer, try to shy away from the situation — then suddenly — something HAPPENED. insu couldn’t wrap his brain around what he had just seen. something magical, mystical, out of the story books his father used to read.

only when the victim began to pick pace on their feet did he move towards the real victim — the now broken down crook.

studying them carefully in silence he towered over them as they cried out in pain, clutching onto their gut. first they spat out vulgar words: why the fuck aren’t you helping me kid!? but insu shut them up REAL fast. locking their body to the ground with his foot against their throat he stared down at them, simply adding more pain to what they had just received from that enticing stranger. though, he couldn’t play with the remains for long. he had hunting to do, SOMEONE on his mind to find. && that was that mysterious mystical being.

GOD DAMN, were they some kind of x-men? seemed that way. but there was NO WAY that those types of people existed — no fucking way. it felt like he was getting no where. maybe he should have chased after them from the gecko. it wasn’t like he had snow to rely on for their prints. concrete couldn’t soak up a sole like snow could. feeling winded from running for TOO long he tapped out, leaning back against one of the brick walls that lined the alleyways. raising his hand up to run his fingers through his hair he looked up at the night sky before looking ahead, wondering && contemplating whether or not he should just GIVE UP.

then, that scrappy broken looking kid came up again. furrowing his brows as he watched them start to give up on their fleeing he pushed himself away from the building, making his way towards them slowly && quietly as if he were approaching little bambi in the woods.

‘ hey… hey kid. you okay? ’ he was quiet, voice soft, anything to get them to STAY.

he'd almost turned back. god, it wasn't like he actively wanted to hurt people...trouble just seemed to have an uncanny ability of finding him lately. and now he was...he'd killed people - unintentionally, yes, but still....he didn't want to add anybody else to that list, and it was this thought process that halted him, prompted him to turn back...

maybe the guy was just knocked out...

but before he can take a step, that voice (soft voice. nice voice) bids him pause.

he can't remember how long it's been since somebody spoke to him without...yelling, without any kind of urgency or...or anger-

upon turning towards the owner of the voice, the first thing he notices is the way the boy holds himself. this...this is a person in their element, and he tentatively admires the way he can seem so at ease in the cold and the dark; like he knows every cobble on the street, every shadow.

the boy walks like he owns the world...but he's talking like he's approaching a small, scared animal. the contrast is....endearing, and he visibly relaxes. this boy isn't pointing a weapon at him. this boy is as close to safety as he's going to get out here.

"i......i didn't mean to hurt that guy."

he doesn't know where the words are coming from. maybe it's the shock of everything catching up to him; he realises he's trembling, arms moving to hug himself protectively. "i, h-he just. i didn't know what else to do."

a few steps closer. still no sudden attack. good.

"i....i think i'm okay though. just. just a bit cold. i never knew it would be this cold. i think i'm so cold now it's stopped feeling cold, you know? did you know it could be like that? i didn't. i ran away. i don't know how long you're supposed to be able to run without stopping but i think i should probably be at least a little bit dead at this point but i'm not...i don't know if that's a good thing or not. sorry. i probably talk too much. i just haven't really talked to anybody in a while, you know? sorry. i'm. my name is t-tae. should probably've said that first, right? sorry. um. what's your name?"

[cxmmuovere]

@strngnoir

left, right.

a flash of white. white shoes black tracksuit. over and over and over.

left, right.

round and round. mustn't fall. white walls white floor. keep going, faster than last time, coming along better than expected.

left, right.

red light stop. green light go. go, go- run, r u n what're you d o in g fu c k i ng r u n

he runs like it's all he knows. and there's some part of him - the parts kept hidden away, safely ensconced in the back of his mind under a very particular lock and key that he doesn't even remember - where that is quite true...but what he doesn't know can't help him, especially when it's raining and he ran and ran away from his home, his parents, his life - in nothing but a thin t-shirt and sleep pants. he doesn't remember exactly how long it's been; just that the weather had held up until today.

come to think of it...how long has he actually been running? he doesn't really remember stopping. he doesn't ever remember being particularly athletic in school...but then again, how can he trust something as fluid as a memory when his entire existence contradicts everything he thought he knew about the world (a person like him...that could do what he could do...shouldn't be physically possible) but the rhythm of his feet against the pavement seems to be helping against the awful realisation of exactly what he's capable of.

you. you can end a person's life when you touch them. with your bare hands.

it seems so farfetched it's almost comical; an overused plot trope in a drama or something...but. but he'd used his ability. he'd used it when his mother had screamed, screamed at him to remove his gloves ("you must never, ever take them off, dear. you're...not well, and you don't want the other children to get ill too, do you?"...'no, mama...') and...

he doesn't want to think about it. being orphaned in the space of half an hour isn't something anybody wants to think about, and (un)fortunately, right at that moment, his situation changes in a way that means he doesn't have to.

"gimme yer fucking wallet, boy."

the man is tall, deceptively skinny looking...and pointing a switchblade at him.

he sends a brief complaint up to whoever may be listening (because...seriously? surely he's got to be cut some slack eventually) before stammering out an apology - "i...s-sorry, i don't...i ran away, i d-don't have any m-money-"

it all happens rather quickly after that.

it's like...his body doesn't belong to him. he's....present, but his limbs are being piloted by some other, outside entity; he reacts quicker than he can keep up with as the man lunges at him with the blade outstretched - everything, every fibre of his being wanting to drop to the ground in the foetal position - but then his own gloved hand shoots out (right before his eyes) in a move so...alien, yet familiar, and the next thing he knows the man is on the ground and he's got a knee at his windpipe.

you've done that before....but. but how..?

he staggers to his feet, kicks the blade away, and keeps running, unaware of any eyes that might be watching, hidden away in the shadows.