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If I knew where poems came from, I’d go there.

Michael Longley

[cyberseis]

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[griefdreamer-deactivated2016102]

Intellectual prosperity seems no longer definite in the void of amalgamated philosophies. It does not reside in the vacuous mutterings of the divine but instead they remain insulated within withered libraries, tucked away into the ramifications of society’s impending catastrophic submersion into humanity’s ferocious selfishness. Revolutions no longer hang heavy in desolate air as the musk of enlightenment dawns like predators in scintillated morning light. It seemed as though intellectual prosperity lingered in the gathering masses centuries ago, when fists cut jaggedly through propagated beliefs and ideals. The people were for the people, and by the people, they would seek prosperity, whether it would be through fabricated delusions of grandeur or philosophies created from oppression’s cruelty. Today, humanity no longer resided in the perpetuated fear of losing another day or another year to destitution. Instead the privileged were wrought with a terrible sense of tranquility (he says privileged because there are wars currently being fought in the Middle East over terrorism, ethnic conflict, religious diversity and oil). No, he could not find humanity all that impressive. Rather, he found them intriguing. Emotions seemed to be the driving factor behind murder. Greed and selfishness and ignorance of all kinds contributed to the pandemonium of living. So yes, intellectual prosperity seemed dulled to the core. Instead it was replaced with mundane conversation, all which seem to lead to nothing necessarily greater, but far more advanced innovations. Evolution is dying, even as technology advances. Minds are no longer how they used to be.

But who is he to judge, a man who so often sought sanctuary in the world’s technological advancements. He was not here for a revolution. He was here for the mundane, no matter how chaotic the world could be (or rather, how chaotic he could be). And as he sits here, conversing rather pleasantly with this seemingly younger fellow, he is caught between satisfaction of the mundane and lingering longing for intellectual prosperity. Yes, they speak with analytical prowess, but that defining characteristic is no longer situated within their conversation. The desperation to be free. Philosophies hounding on treacherous affairs. Oppression amalgamated with construction of social classes. They rob from the past and give to the future, and yet what of the present? Jongdae appears much too thoughtful for inquiring internally on such an odd debate. Very often, if he’s not careful, he tends to drift away with the summer clouds, suspended in innumerable thoughts. He glances back at the man who he spoke with, partially agreeing and partially disagreeing, as humans are meant to do. There will always be some foolish diversity, some separation of opinion, some peculiar definition of truth and reality.

“Ah yes. Quite true. We spend life doing what is mundane. Simple conversations, repetitive actions, a cycle which seems indefinite. Sometimes we have an outlier, that which does not fit. But how often do we obtain it?” This was meant to be a rhetorical question, although Jongdae finds himself sitting back thoughtfully, mother’s words heavy and hot on his nape. He scratches idly at his cheek. There seems no better time than now to appear inquisitive, especially in front of one so…enthralling. “An endless circle of living and dying until someone breaks it…” He murmurs, voice soft. “One of my favorite quotes from Kill Your Darlings. It reminds me of us. Or well, me. Or humanity as a whole. Humanity is not necessarily impressive, but it is fascinating. We base so much off emotions and morality. What is right and what is wrong. Who are we to judge the way of living? And when that cycle is broken, we cease to exist. If for the shortest moment. But with death comes rebirth. And that is how we advance.” He speaks quickly, as though the topic itself were so captivating he could not stop himself from expressing his internalized debates and philosophies. No, they are not in the midst of a revolution. They are part of something far greater. Jongdae does not know what it is yet, but he feels it, twinkling just beyond the horizon of a setting sun.

[cyberseis]

Adrian can sense that the young man before him isn’t like many of the people he’s met. 

It differs harshly from the sizzle of laboratory engineering he spies outside of his civilian guise when he retires to her; this difference is closer to the draw of humanity that’s been out of his reach for years. Most of the time he thinks he’s resigned to everything, but then a conversation is sparked, a flare of intrigue starts up again in the back of his head– and he can’t help but want the impossible. He’s as human as he will ever be perched as he is in his wooden seat, fingers taut where they wrap around the soft edges of his notes. The tinkle of the chimes hanging above the front door only seek to remind him. Just as the casual insistence hooding the other man’s gaze reminds him that for all of his attempts and successes in academia. It means nothing. In the grand scheme of things he is a pinpoint of uselessness, focused on follies that won’t get him any farther than he’s already come. But perhaps that’s the life he was made for all those years before, hair chopped and legs spindly where she traversed bright fluorescent halls to her next test. His brows immediately furrow at the flurry of memories, and he shakes his head, discreet and to himself. Thoughts like that were a distraction now. 

His shoulders tense, the motion unwitting, as he lets the other’s words slice through the wisp of his thoughts. He is an outlier, and the weight on his tongue his heavy to say as much, but he can hear the rhetoric, so Adrian swallows instead and takes to a short nod. His eyes cast over the back of his knuckles, then the floor where his dress shoes have stopped reflecting against the wooden laminate. “The best outlier is one that is never found. So far out of mind and reach– would you agree?” Adrian wonders if perhaps his own thoughts are better off rhetorical, or better yet, silenced entirely, but it’s too late. Grabbing for anything to keep his mind from wandering again, he slows and murmurs in hush, “...the whole world gets wider.” A film he had seen once, he doesn’t make much time for such things, but he takes his students’ suggestions seriously. The recitation is more muscle memory than it is anything else, phrases and scenarios stick to his head with an ease, he can’t be sure it’s Von Richter’s fault or his own doing. “What of rebirth before death? Change... humans- we, don’t appear to be good at appreciating such things. Constants are much easier to deal with, and to break those consistencies. Well. It seems to take very interesting people.. or terrible things. Whichever happens upon us first.” He rubs his eyebrow with the pad of his fingers, pinching the side of his head as amusement takes to shaping the corner of his mouth. He’s speaking in barely discernible circles. His thoughts always ran rampant, tongue a victim of misuse when subject matter cut too close. A habit he’d yet to effectively dilute. 

“I took you to be a quiet man at first. Your mind is terribly loud, isn’t it.” He ventures after a pause, letting his gaze slide back to the man he’d seen on several occasions. Until today he’s never thought to break the thread of acknowledged silence and privacy set arbitrarily between everyone hunched in their seats. It amuses him to say the least.

[xerenitv-deactivated20160917]

“Squashed. How very fitting.” A chuckle of delight spilled from her today rosy lips, her make up around her eyes as strong as usual but she had let go of the lipstick for the day. Instead there was just a natural softness visible. Somehow the goddess could understand the other, though she was not sure why herself. Maybe it was because she has never had any love interest in anyone but her ex-husband and thus she had never really thought about it. Or maybe she was not over him yet? Who knew. She certainly didn’t. “It doesn’t always involve your tongue. And really, you do your research on television? There are a lot of inaccurate things shown on there.” Too ease her limbs, the goddess stretched her arms, finding her fingertips brushing against a branch of the tree and thus casually held onto it, the tattoo on the inside of her arm immediately in vision.

[cyberseis]

“Books provide excellent descriptions of such things... but they lack a certain visual component.” Cybersix wasn’t quite willing to admit the brimming text on the page only confused her all the more. Instead she had resorted to television and film in the hopes they would accompany her research, provide the context that was missing between the words. Unfortunately the visuals had done little to stave her curiousity, forming more questions than answering. Although she understood the technicalities of a kiss, and the varying occasions, comprehending why people made a point of engaging in the act repeatedly failed her. Reserving the sheepish sensation that threatened to shape her mouth, she eyed Atsuko’s arms, cataloguing the bronze skin and quickly noticing the tattoo littering her skin. Curiousity got the best of her as she leant forward to ask. “What is that? On your arm.”

[cyberseis]

ybzy

Youngbae grinned wide, feeling content with making the other a bit uncomfortable. It had been a while since he’d last been in this situation, so he’d decided to make the most of it. “Satisfied, heh, I’m never satisfied.”

With one last snort of the white powder, he sat up and wiped his nose, clearing away any visible residue of the substance. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this in front of an almost stranger, but this time did seem a bit strange considering the two had only met a few times before, so it wasn’t clear whether or not Youngbae could consider him a friend– he barely knew anything other than his name, but something told him that the other could be trusted.

Adrian couldn’t quite remember how he’d ended up here.

The young man hunched before him, white residue staining his fingers, was not a friend. Nor was he a stranger. Perhaps acquaintance was a better term for their makeshift circumstances. They had met by pure accident, as most of Adrian’s off campus meetings were. At first look they couldn’t be more opposite, his long skinny body paled in comparison to the tightly maintained body of the other. And yet, the teaching assistant had let himself follow to his abode, and it was there they now sat, music humming in the background like a static he paid little attention to. Maybe he should’ve left as soon as the illegal substances had appeared, or at the very least, when Youngbae had engaged in his first snort. But no, Adrian remain seated, spine straight where he watched, gaze free of judgement. 

“You’re not easily pleased.” Words husked, fingers adjusted beneath his shirt the bindings restricting his chest. It was Cybersix’s least favourite part about her Adrian disguise, but she did what was necessary. “How often do you engage in such frivolities?”

[cyberseis]

xerenitv

Of course the goddess noticed how long the artificial being was pondering on a mere joking question, making her head tilt and the smile on her lips turning into a grin, curious and subtle. “Do you know what that means though?” It was only a question to tease, especially since the goddess burst into a fit of bright laughter for a short moment before it faded away and a nearly nostalgic expression washed over her flawless features. “Who knows. I don’t see any reason too, never really did it before. Not the human way.” As she hadn’t wanted to suddenly fall into thought, the elder made sure to return to her confident posture while she let her tongue click against the roof of her mouth. “Guess you don’t either. Ever even kissed before, Fawn?”

Cybersix couldn’t say she was all too surprised by the other woman’s laughter anymore. She made a habit of abruptly breaking out into the sound when she least expected it. Perhaps she merely understood little of the concept of laughter, though she’d studied up on the reaction when she was still young and burgeoning on studious. Experience shaped her thoughts differently, exposing her to the complexities her books had failed to teach. At Atsuko’s question though, the cyborg felt an onslaught of haphazard nostalgia wind up her spine. She remembered immature kisses set upon her mouth, bundled up as Adrian and confronted by the reality cooties didn’t quite exist. Those juvenile memories didn’t count to her, she’d stood stalk still, quick to ignore the gesture and return to Adrian’s studies. Years later, neither bound as Adrian nor shed out of the civilian disguise as she was now, had she ever experienced such a thing. For a moment she wondered if she should be embarrassed or a display a sheepishness she’d seen on tv. “No. It’s necessary such curiousities be squashed.” Words awkwardly firm, she barely blinked before adding on. “It involves far too much tongue, if I’m to believe the television.”

[koreanyezius]

b u m p

[koreanyezius]

Her eyes scanned the small portion of the campus that was visible in front of her but she couldn’t spot him anywhere. Bobbi checked the time on her phone, even though a Michael Kors watch adorned her wrist, and deemed that she had enough time to find the other instead of be bored. Her heals clicked against the pavement winding around the buildings, students and faculty staring at her. 

The stares were something normal. Bobbi was used to being looked at  when she looked out of place…which was almost always. As she walked, she realized she didn’t know where she was going. Should she have headed back to the library? It was the only part of the campus she was completely comfortable with. But it was also a very large building, and to find one person…it was going to be quite the task.

A soft sigh escaped from between her lips as she made her way into the library. Bobbi looked down at the sheet of paper she gingerly held with her pale, long fingers. 

                                                 “Erotic Chinese poetry…?”

An eyebrow raised as she skimmed through the paper. Did that man write this? If he did…it was a quite strange topic in her mind. What class could this have possibly been for? In her mind, she shrugged her shrugged her shoulders and went back to trying to spot the man. Peeking through several shelves of books and walking by desks, she was slowly losing hope. 

Then, her eyes caught sight of the tie she had fixed earlier. Bobbi sighed out in relief and walked over to the other, clearly seeing that he was a bit distraught. She didn’t make her presence known immediately, instead watching him. 

                                                 “Looking for this, love?”

[cyberseis]

Adrian was imagining the explanation he would have to come up with.

Did ‘a dog ate the bulk of your second paragraph’ culturally constitute as a liable reason in korea? The teaching assistant couldn’t be sure, but he was certain of one thing. The page was pronouncedly missing, and no matter how much long fingers sifted through his messenger bag, the page was nowhere to be found. He could picture it already. The horror folding the student’s features, the young man was studious if not quiet, and had to be prodded to speak during seminars. Still he hadn’t earned this, and this entire mishap was Adrian’s doing. He was clumsy when he least expected it, forgetful when it was most inappropriate. 

Contemplating the very nature of teaching assistant resignations, his focus was lost on his incompetence, so he didn’t sense the strange woman’s appearance until she’d spoken. Words breaking through the mess of thoughts whirring in his head, he raised his head and caught sight of the paper fitted between her fingers. A swell of happiness and relief spread across the inside of his chest, expression relaxing in its entirety. 

“For a moment there, I thought I was done for.” Letting his mouth turn up into a sort of half grin at the sight, he collected himself and stood. Closing the distance between them, he belatedly remembered they were stood in the quiet area, so he took to whispering in hushed pleasure. “My sincerest thanks. My thoughts had resorted to the worst.” Carefully taking the paper from her hand, he stared down, quickly skimming and satisfied with the contents. Today had been a near save and he stared haplessly as he realized he had nothing to show for his thanks but words. 

“Please, accept my most heartfelt gratitude, miss...” Trailing off, he waited for an insertion, a greeting perhaps. He bowed deep, face to his knees and slowly straightened up with a grateful gaze swimming behind his round glasses. “Adrian Sarumara. Currently incredibly relieved.”

[cyberseis]

kyvngris

Her internal worries must have been tangible enough to prompt the question – that or the pile of papers that lay haphazardly before her sprawled out figure on the ground. Her usual sharp mind has escaped her, fogged since she woke up that morning. Bleary eyes could hardly focus to read the time, but once she registered that she was nearly late for the promised lecture she’d promise her past professor – who happened to know many corporate big dogs that could be useful for HT in the future – it was mindful for her to stay on their good side and comply with any favors asked.

    Though the speech was riveting in her eyes, the night prior spent up typing the multiple page lecture, their sleepy faces couldn’t deter her from the sense of pride that filled her after executing it all perfectly. Though her usually perfectly groomed hair tangled from the wind, she hurried to stuff the papers into her bag, and in a sudden case of clumsiness failed to noticed the suddenly raised cobblestone, throwing her off balance and sprawled on the floor. Now she was here, marinating in her shame until the stranger came, most likely too overwhelmed with pity from the sight of her like this. A crack in her perfect mask she bore so proudly. “I–” her words escaped her, and now she was reduced to a stuttering fool. “I…..Thank you.” Taking a second to straighten herself out, adjusting her clothes and fixing her hair, she watched the other with grateful eyes. “So, erm, you look a bit too old to be a student. Do you teach here or something?”

“Something like that.” Adrian started, bent where he was already working on collecting the sheets of paper that had fluttered around her body. He hadn’t seen the young woman fall, he’d merely arrived after the fact. Relishing in the break between his sessions, he’d decided on a traipse around campus, enjoying the manageable heat before it became overbearing once more. Catching sight of a sprawled out figure on the grass, there had been nothing for him to do but investigate. Relieved to see she was well enough to speak and get up on her own two feet, he let the concern fold in on itself. 

“I’m a teaching assistant for the literature department.” Now straightened with the wrinkled stack of papers between his hands, he sent the haggard but attractive woman a reassuring look. “We all have our days.” Offering up what he’d collected, he did his best to keep from scouring the text behind his round rims, and kept to respecting her privacy instead. He was inherently curious, but he knew when to make use of the habit, and when to flush it out. Now was a circumstance in which he kept it reigned in, instead mouth twitching into a sheepish line at the state of her dress. A leaf had bent itself between the buttons of her top, foliage bunched into a precarious position between her mostly covered chest. As a woman bundled up beneath her strict Adrian disguise, she understood the stranger’s current circumstances well. 

“Please take it as genuine concern when I tell you... there’s a leaf in your shirt.” Attempting to mince his words, he dared to almost look embarrassed and kept his eyes above her neck as if to make up for the reveal.

[zklins]

though her apartment might be nice, nova keeps missing something that she won’t get back easily. it’s like a heavy wind swept by and picked up all her personal belongings. now all she needs can fit into her little purse. her apartment is just a collection of the newest and currently modern furniture and pieces of art. nova wishes she had a more home-like place to take her friend. not to this place that looks like it was printed directly out of a interior magazine. a small sigh slips past her lips as she exits the elevator together with the other. the elevator opens right in her hallway, a privilege she’d rather live without. though her friend probably can’t tell since her hallway is as pale and boring as the walls in a hospital. 

“oh dear, we’re here. these elevator doors open right into my hallway.”

she doesn’t like to brag so she tries her best to act casual about the entire situation though it can be hard when it in fact isn’t normal at all. maybe once or twice every third month she brings home someone, afraid that they’ll judge her from the things she has and the way she lives. being judged? it scares her. it happens in less than a second, thoughts move much faster than the tongue and to give someone the wrong idea could lead to only bad things. and anyways, here she stands now, in the opening of her own cold and unwelcoming home. something she should work on perhaps. nova taps in a command on a display near the elevator doors and the curtains open themselves. 

“sit on the couch– or no lay down. be my guest, por favor.” she motions towards the white couch in her living room before she alone sneaks into the bathroom, prepares a hot wet towel and runs out towards the other room again. the damp towel feels warm against her palms as she places it carefully on the other’s forehead. she’s crouched down on the floor, head resting on the cushion of the sofa, close to his face. perhaps too close. she can’t really make that decision. “i worry about you, adrian.” she mumbles out, reaching to carefully brush her thumb over his cheek before quickly pulling back to allow him his private space again. “don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

[cyberseis]

He stares, unable to help himself.

The apartment is pristine in colour and set up, nothing like the places he’s used to. He isn’t a messy person himself, but his belongings have always been sparse and his savings thin. To spend beyond his means is a luxury he’s never needed, but as his eyes gloss over the paintings hung on the wall– he can barely make out what the colours are, vision blurry with exhaustion– he almost wishes he could. Adrian says nothing of his surroundings, certain that the brief tension that filled the young woman’s shoulders has less to do with him and more to do with what this may look like. If she comes from a place of money, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, he thinks. She offsets the inevitable judgements that come with it, with the forefront of her kindness and the sheepish expression that quickly passes over her face. 

Instead he follows her into the depths of her apartment, doing as she says with an ease he’ll be embarrassed by later. Removing his shoes, he settles himself onto the couch, laying back with a rattle of a sigh. Quietly removing his glasses, he rubs the spot between his eyes and massages the brim of his nose where a headache has collected. All he can see is white and bleary edges, running water in the distance fills his ears. He senses her return, but is caught off guard with the soothing heat that replaces his brow. Usually he’d move to complain, push the towel aside, but it’s difficult to deny the sensation when it’s an improvement on the pain he’s feeling now. Turning his head, he blinks and soon all he can see are her pretty features in zoom. His glasses are merely for show, so he can make out every single mole and delicate turn. His focus is tremulous at best though, and his chest clenches tight as her thumb draws a line of warmth across his cheek. 

Everything about this is unlike him, a testament to just how much the dwindling sustenance under his skin debilitates him. Swallowing, the past and the present shake in the end of his throat as he murmurs in hush. “..estoy agradecido.” He barely realizes that he’s spoken in his native tongue, the headache makes it easy for him to pretend the hot towel is the argentinean sun. Before Adrian has the time to regret his slip of tongue, his eyes flutter shut and he lets the exhaustion seep under his skin and lull him into a tenuous slumber. It never comes so easy when he’s alone.

[cyberseis]

when the night:/>_(f&c)

[oftheniqhtcovrt-deactivated2015]

- - - - cyberseis

She was different from the other, yet the same. And it intrigued Faelan more than he’d like to admit. He could care less about the one talking business with his decoy, his mismatched eyes, one silver, the other black, roaming over her form before she finally took notice of him. The moment their eyes met, the Winter fey grinned, flashing his sharp teeth at her. In the darkness, the shadows, the Senka crawled about, red eyes aimed at her, ready to strike if needed.  “Oh, I know.” Frost began appearing on the ground around them as he lowered the temperature, his gloved fingers flexing slightly at his sides. “You’ve come for it. I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’ll be returning empty handed.” His grin stood on his lips, hauntingly charming. “He has a debt owed to my Queen and I will not leave until I see it paid in full.” They moved towards her then, their shadowy figures turning solid as they took their true forms, grins matching Faelan’s playing on the Senka’s marred lips.  A fight with her would be like no other. He was sure of it. Her death something he’d enjoy to no end. But the more her stared at the woman, the more he came to realize that killing her would only end his fun sooner. Rolling his head, he let it droop forward slightly, his unkempt white hair falling over his eyes. “I’ll make you a deal.” The night creatures snapped their gaze to their commander. This was clearly something he would never do. “Kill the thing for me and I’ll let you live. My only other request is that you make a show of it.” The grin faded to a smirk. “Make him suffer. Entertain me.”

[cyberseis]

Her fingers flinched where her gloves had been cropped. The roof of the truck was covered in slow to spread frost, metal shiny where the new chill appeared. Cybersix stared in hushed awe and could feel the beginnings of what might be fear waver in her throat. She looked to the stranger now with a certainty they were not a part of Von Richter’s laboratory madness. Such an ability was out of the mad scientist’s interests and reach. She took in the pale figure’s every blink and move, cataloguing the translucent appeal of his skin, and watching where the sheen of frost reflected from his fingers. 

A look of knowledge, tantalizing and hidden beneath the surface of his dark gaze forced her lips into a line. What had she gotten herself into? The discovery of other creatures never meant much good for the artificial human, and she forced her anticipation to slow in lieu of listening to his words. The appearance of the now solid figures hooded her gaze, and her fingers clenched, prepared to attack if circumstances asked for it. Cybersix much preferred the familiarity of non-lethal attacks, but she wasn’t always fortunate. 

As white pieces of hair shrouded the creature’s vision, his offer filled her skin with a flare of suspicion. This was the second time in no less than a month that an offer such as this had been presented to her. It pained her head, as killing was the least of her favourite actions sometimes required. Von Richter would find her superhuman abilities to be rendered useless if he knew of her wavering thoughts, but her gaze skittered between the obvious leader and his scowling minions. Up against only him perhaps she would have risked a fight, but with the added opposition of the smaller creatures– Cybersix couldn’t be sure. Unwilling to risk her life for the disguised businessmen below, her tongue loosened around a makeshift affirmative. 

“Find yourself a good seat.” Words short, she straightened from her place on the truck’s roof, boots slippery where the ice had spread. Frowning only once her face was out of view, her eyes returned to the warehouse before them. Settling on the window she’d previously catalogued, fingers adjusted the brim of the hat on her head and she leapt with a short lived running start. Long legs extended, and arms tucked in close, she managed to close the rest of the distance and grapple with the window’s frame. She told herself to look forward and avoid turning back and catching the stranger’s pitch black eye. She could feel his eyes on her back, and the sizzle was enough encouragement to balance herself across a criss cross of metal beams. 

Down below the warehouse was alive with the hum of machines, large conveyer belts and printers thrummed below her feet. Korean won’s were printed and stacked in intimidating squares of colours, filling lengthy sections of the building. The sight was strange, but surprise was difficult in terms of Von Richter’s shenanigans. The scientist was an unstable man, and his creations even worse. Herself included. Fortunately the fixed ideas below, hulking in their size, had yet to notice her, so she took advantage of the relief and lowered herself closer into view. The finely dressed techno stalked the interior with the tall pale stranger at his side. They spoke of inventories, and hushed assurances; details now unnecessary in the face of the stranger waiting outside. Teeth tucked around her lower lip, her eyes slid towards a particularly brimming machine, new bills streamlined from the opening and she could feel a slow grin take over her features. 

Making use of the shadows the fluorescents had failed to reach, she stalked and grappled onto the back of the metal machine. Fiddling with a screwed shut control panel, she tore wires and flipped out switches. Despite her laboratory roots, she knew very little of the electronic art itself. But it did the trick. The machine slowed to a wheezing sputter, and everyone’s attention was promptly on the stopped conveyor belt. Taking advantage of the moment, she made for a fluorescent fixture and shattered it, doing the same to several others until the warehouse floor was littered in glass and blanketed in darkness. It made hovering above the pale stranger easier despite the din of orders and tensed limbs. He stood in place, strangely calm, as if hitches were something he’d come to expect. Out of view of the distraught fixed ideas who were clamouring for the stacks of bills, she rolled to the floor and kicked out a leather clad leg. He must’ve seen her between moves, as he dodged the kick and leapt backwards instead. 

Brows furrowed at the challenge, she reached for his shoulders and flipped herself atop his head, successfully blinding him with her arms around his face and steering him back into the hard press of a wall. The noise of panic deafened their struggle, and she was relieved by the realization, fingers pinned around the squirming man’s throat where she fought to stall his breath. There was a brief flare of pain where her shoulders had connected with the wall.

[cvborq-deactivated20150906]

Her shoulders tensed at the suggestion that Cyborg was intelligent. Before the accident that had caused her to need her prosthetics, Cyborg—who was still Ahreum at the time—had never cared much for school. It was only after her accident (and upon realizing what she wanted to do with her life) that she decided to apply herself academically. Even then, her good grades required copious amounts of studying; nothing came naturally to her, especially the maths and sciences that are integral to her job.While Cyborg is incredibly smart (not only did she graduate from university early, but she went on to earn a PhD incredibly fast), she has never labeled nor seen herself as such. It was a difficult subject for her, so she grazed over the comment with a strained smile and thanks, quickly changing the topic.

“Please,” she began, “I’m sure your students love you…in their own way.” She paused for a second, thinking. “You said you worked at SNU, yeah? Maybe I’ll drop by for a surprise visit. See how well you do for myself.” She smirked at him, teasing for the most part, but perhaps she really would drop by.

As the two continued to walk, another comfortable silence gently settling around them, Cyborg spotted her lab in the distance. They’d be there soon. The sight of her lab— her second home, really— normally excited her, but this time she felt, what was it? Disappointment?

She laughed at his comment; it was something she’d heard on more than one occasion. “I’m not sure what people expect when they meet someone like me,” she mused, “I mean, it’s kind of an obscure field. I can’t imagine people having pre-formed ideals of what a biomechatronics engineer should be like.”

[cyberseis]

Adrian sensed the appearance of a hesitation that briefly tightened the air between them. It was a quick change, subtle in that he may not have normally noticed it if he were distracted with his notes. But as his attention had been focused on the engineer at his side and the well maintained grass, there was very little to keep from noting the shift. He spoke nothing of it, instead sending her a look hooded in the start of a surprise. Part of him wondered just how genuine her offer was and whether or not he approved. There was no shame in his work, he enjoyed it, and found it difficult to imagine what else he could do to fill his days. 

“Oh? I can’t quite say I dislike the idea– but be aware. You may be called upon to answer a question, no one is spared.” Mirroring her own mischief, his mouth turned up into a short grin, and he wondered if he had frightened her entirely or simply encouraged the idea. Whatever the case, Adrian found himself amused, and let the lightness flounder beneath his chest bindings. 

“I can’t say I’ve ever met one, but I must be honest. I pictured them to be much older, grey hair perhaps. You could pass for one of my students.” Sending her a well intentioned smile, the weather was good, and his spontaneous companion even better. His days after sessions ended were usually filled with printed text and red ink, this was an appreciated change. Walking made all the more easier, though he scoured their surroundings, curious as to just how close they were. “I’d have to of course return the favour, visit you at your place of work.”

[cyberseis]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

[shake]

PSA

[cyberseis]

Ramadan starts tomorrow June 18, 2015 and ends July 18th, 2015! Please tag anything of nudity or lewdness with NSFW for all the Muslims who are fasting! (also you might want to tag food too since it might make them hungry haha) Please spread the message! Thank you!

[cyberseis]

lxtent

The silence that hung around them was almost as heavy as the space was tight. Leo had always been comfortable with silence, but not when it was right in front of his face, filling the minuscule gaps between himself and Adrian. The voice that broke it almost startled him. Almost. “I am?” he asked out of habit. “Is that even a good thing right now?”

"Perhaps not.” Adrian was unable to wrap his head around their current predicament, and felt inclined to let loose some of the thoughts wandering his cranium. Not one for physical affection, this situation that had his arms wound, unwittingly, around the tailor he knew on brief occasions, was quite certainly strange. The closet’s confines were barely adept for one, and yet to have both men squashed in the darkness had not been a part of today’s plans. Attempting to unfurl his fingers from around the other’s back, he pulled back, hoping to widen whatever gap barely existed between them. His chest bindings were uncomfortable without the addition of another pressed against his, making him all too aware of his disguise. “What would you have me do instead?”

[zklins]

there was a time when nova could never had force someone to accept an offer from her but that was a long time ago and since then she has grown to understand that some people wishes to be nursed but cannot ask for help. is there a word for those people? adrian would be filed neatly in that folder of people. not because she in any way thinks he’s a bother that won’t accept help, but because he’s a proud person whom she admires for trying on his own even though it is quite obvious that he’s in pain. and if she were to guess what’s hurting him, it could either be the heavy bag on his back, hunger or the most obvious headache. his fingers seem to unintentionally rise to rub his forehead and temples a lot lately and hence seeing his tormenting expression, nova feels helpless. she can’t do anything unless he accepts what she has to offer. but holding his arm is fine, she makes sure not to let go or ease the grip even for a brief second. i got you, i’m holding you, you’ll be fine. the sun bounces off her blonde hair and gives her cheeks a little more color than her usual pale shades. out in the sun, she feels alive. but the light also stings in the eyes and actually makes her eyes more tired, she can only imagine what the bright sun is doing to him if a headache is what is putting him in such agony. 

“it’s no trouble at all, and i live just around the corner we’ll be there soon.” even though his words of acceptance still isn’t a request for help, it is a show of vulnerability and nova is not about to pass on that. she’s seen people in pain pass her daily but this is the one she wants to help.

the little walk from their current location to the entrance of her apartment building isn’t far and does not take more than five minutes. a butler opens the glass doors and they are immediately hit by the aircondition inside. for her, that is a relief. no more hot bodies out in the sun, no more unbearable light in the eyes. though nova is busy making sure her friend is okay, she mouths a silent thank you to the people that opens the doors and finds a free eleveator for them. nova closes her eyes as they enter a elevator with walls of mirrors. 

“the mirrors in these elevators freak me out. they’re on every wall, i don’t like seeing myself like that so i close my eyes.”

[cyberseis]

In spite of everything he had tried to do, it’s of little use in the face of the younger woman’s kindness. She’s overbearing in a way that is sweet and accompanies the blaze of the afternoon sun well. HIs mouth folds around the start of a long sigh, skin clammy where the sustenance has dried, and limbs weak where it diverges from first. “I’m terribly sorry for the hassle.” All he wants to do his shut his eyes and pretend sustenance comes to him easy, but he can’t do that out in the open like this, and he accepts her reassuring arm hooked around his. She’s cooler than him, or perhaps it’s just his imagination. Whatever the case, he enjoys it, and tries to soak up as much of it as he can while they make the trek to her apartment. 

For the haphazard relationship they have, he’s never been to her place, and she never to his. Adrian has never presumed such things and much prefers the distance he manufactures between all he meets. Even with Nova’s inherent sweetness and willingness to do whatever’s necessary to maintain the happiness of others. Fingers tight on the strap of his bag, he does his best to avoid leaning his weight onto hers. She’s small and he worries, so the walk takes him more effort than he recalls, but they make it inside and he can almost breathe. Sparing a glance towards the finely dressed gentleman who greets them, he bites back his curiousity. He needs whatever energy he can spare. Only once they’re inside the confines of the elevator does he let himself rest against the metal bar, supporting himself and trying to avoid his reflections in the mirrors. 

“I enjoy seeing you.” Tongue loose from exhaustion, honesty is easier like this, and he slumps, eyeing his feet in the mirrors before slowly drawing his gaze up to his pale face. He looks much worse for wear. “I on the other hand look absolutely terrible.” Feigning a grin, relief sweeps him off his feet when the elevator finally comes to a slow. Pushing himself off the beam, he drags his feet outside and looks around. Hapless. Unsure as to where he’s to go. Unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt, he tries to wipe the sweat from his collar, and discreetly adjust his chest bindings while he’s at it. Adrian doesn’t know if he’s successful but all he wants is a seat. 

“Where to?”

[saintguts-archived-blog]

❝ — So… does that mean yes or? ❞ DONE. He stopped listening right after ‘acquaintance’, mostly because he was awaiting a reaction of some sort– though he was semi serious. Just semi. But he picked the conversation right back up when the other mentioned no judgements! FINALLY, someone understood him and shared the same ideas as him, or something. ❝ — Right! Judging can SUCK MY ASS.  ❞ ( cue a really annoying snort just now. ) 

❝ — Hmkay, but it ain’t as exciting if ( finger quotes ) all parties agree on making it safe. Or whatever you said. GUYS LIKE ME need a little push– adrenaline I think it’s called. You seem to know lots about three-ways, so. Give me a tip or two on how to make it exciting. ❞

[cyberseis]

There was something peculiar to the stranger’s energy, but he let it fester between them while slowly returning his gaze to his notes. Adrian listened, while quietly highlighting an anecdote he would dissect in the next session with his students. The inappropriate language didn’t bother, it merely beckoned an eyebrow to rise from behind his glasses. His volume was impressive considering their current establishment. 

“So have we stopped fooling ourselves with this acquaintance ploy?” Amusement touched the corner of his mouth. Adrian knew nothing of this strange young man but for the potential predicament he tried to settle in the front of his imagination. He did his best to push it aside, but his next question tensed his shoulders. An alien trail of sheepishness wound up from his spine and settled at the back of his neck. Doing his best impression of a man unbothered by the conversation at hand, he spoke, voice low. “Unfortunately I shall be of no help. But I’ve been told the karma sutra is quite handy. The library should have one on hand.”

[cyberseis]

were you riotingvines??

( am i that obvious or–

but yes, i was previously riotingvines / dionysusbansin. 

you’re hitting me right in the nostalgia, anon. )