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My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it.
Sharon Dogar, Annexed
haru.
Send your muse’s name in my inbox, and my muse will write an opinion about them – accepting!
Most admirable quality: Jupiter doesn’t know him all that much yet, but he is grateful for the fact that Haru had entertained him that night at the bar. Especially because he’s a real embarrassment when he’s drunk. At least, Haru knows how to have a good time despite that.
Most attractive physical feature: Haru’s smile is adorable. Jupiter assumes that it’s rare, too, so he’s glad he can catch a glimpse of that. He’d like to see Haru smile more often – though, he’ll never do it intentionally.
Most annoying habit: As of now, Jupiter can’t really say.
Something they would like to do with them: Maybe get another drink some time, and actually be friends. Haru, to Jupiter, seems like Friend Material ( tm ).
thelavenderward:
Satellite Heart || Anya Marina
i'm a satellite heart, lost in the dark i'm spun out so far, you stop, i start but i'll be true to you
colors; halsey
bold which habits your muse has
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
“clearly with the way you thought i was serious and how you seemed so appalled.” hyeon snorted as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. needlessly defensive. he felt backed into a corner, yet he figured it was just the both of them had over thought. hyeon keeps his gaze trained on haru. didn’t it make sense for hyeon to get to that conclusion? why would he say he’d rather just go home because of a joke?
it’s tense, but hyeon mostly just felt tired. was there some other issue that haru was ignoring? maybe hyeon had done something else to bother the younger. but he kept his gaze on the guitarist, swiveling to follow his movements slowly. he probably looked creepy. the question the younger poses annoys him more than anything. why was he the one with the problem? haru was the one who had taken him seriously, and acted as if it were disgusting.
“i’m the one with the problem? the only thing that’s an issue right now is how you reacted to a joke. i don’t know why i have a problem at all. i don’t.” hyeon stared over at haru and kept his arms crossed tightly over his chest. he probably looked way too much like his mom right now, if his mom had snakebites. “i don’t know, would you? i don’t know shit.” he muttered as he finally dropped his gaze. why did this feel like defeat? hyeon just didn’t know what to say any longer. he really didn’t understand. “i don’t know.” he simply murmured as he turned his back to haru and began to prepare his coffee. when he was nervous he had to keep himself busy. “haru i don’t know what i did either. i don’t know why we’re fighting.” suddenly he felt small and he was sure his voice was soft enough to mirror that.
“i think i had a crush on you for like .5 seconds tonight or something. i don’t know why i reacted this way.” finally he turned to face haru, a grin on his face. “you don’t have to go, maybe we just both need to chill yeah?” he questioned softly with a wide smile as he brought his mug to his lips. “and you can’t leave yet because you haven’t had dinner.” he nodded towards the plate before he shrugged. “i’m sorry for how i reacted to your reaction. this isn’t a reaction channel on youtube, we don’t need to fight.”
"so the only issue here is how i reacted to a joke -- and has nothing to do with how you reacted to mine, after?” haru asks flatly, gaze not leaving the taller male’s. he isn’t angry anymore -- there is no fight in his voice. all of that had fizzled out of him as soon as hyeon had spoken again, his voice small and uncertain. when he turns his back to him to focus on the coffee, the guitarist finally closes his eyes, collecting his jumbled thoughts. this night is... a mess.
when hyeon turns back around, a grin on his face, now -- and an even lamer youtube joke falling from his lips -- haru can’t help but feel as though he’s getting whiplash, unsure of how to keep up with the taller male ( or if he even should? ). everything feels fragile and uncertain but hyeon is smiling, his voice soft and his words even softer, still... so, with a shake of his head, haru simply goes with his gut.
letting out a low laugh, his voice rough and gravelly, he leans over the kitchen table to steal one of the dumplings from the plate with his free hand, wincing when he realizes how hot it still is. “...thaaaanks for that. a whole whopping 0.5 seconds. it’s nice to know that i’m not even likable for a full second,” he replies wryly, rolling his eyes as he takes a bite. he chews quietly for a long moment and then finally swallows, glancing over at hyeon, lips pursed. “but... thanks. for making this. and... i’m sorry, too. for whatever i did. if i reacted badly. or... yeah. you know. just know that i’m sorry, too.”
the words sound silly -- haru has never been very good at apologizing -- and they hang in the air awkwardly between the two males. feeling slightly uncomfortable by the atmosphere, haru quickly plows forward and adds, nodding down towards the towel that hangs at his waist, laughing exasperatedly, “...but really, can i please borrow something to wear? i’m fucking freezing right now.”
불빛들이 꺼지면 조용히 널 만나 when the lights go out, quietly i go to meet you 가시뿐인 세상에 꽃으로 피어나 in a world filled only with thorns, a flower blooms
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
내가 이렇게 사랑하는데 이렇게 원하는데 나는 아무것도 할 수 없고 바라만 보는데도 내가 그렇게 불편할까요? 내가 나쁜걸까요?
I sent in a memes ages ago but you speak to everyone else first. ; v ; How else can I approach you in an appropriate manner?
// =_ = im… sorry…..?
i know that i have a few starter prompts + some playlist memes sitting in my inbox ( that i’ll get to… this weekend….. ) but orz…. my method for replying is that i usually go in the order of who replied to me when…… e.g. if someone replied to me 3 days ago, i’ll reply to them… before i reply to someone who replied to me yesterday. does that make sense? i’m human, too, so i have more muse for certain threads over others…. but i try not to play favorites or neglect anyone….
but ‘cause im constantly… playing this game of catch up with current threads, it’s why i’ve been pushing the starters in my inbox back… orz i’m v sorry… if u’re one of the ones who have been waiting… i’m busy all day during the week, so it’s v hard to be Super Active… =_ =
but i promise… i’m not ignoring anyone. you can always message me on tumblr im or on aim if you wanna plot/rp also… i’m more available there, usually. i promise i’m not hard to approach… i am Soft. i promise.
”Donghae wondered if he aggravated the young fellow over interrupting his train of thought and eating up much of the other’s free time. He stood there, staring at the man as he lowered his phone. ‘Oh boy, is he gonna pack up a punch?’ He was the least bit of worried though, if that were to happen. But the response he got back was another question, a food for thought of sorts. “Not.. really. So it’s the same with animals, huh—I think I see your point.”
haru pockets his phone, voice mild, even when the stranger begins to look at him with the strangest expression. “you get to go out all day. you meet other people, you do other things. but these guys...” the guitarist tilts his head towards the pet shop window pointedly, lips pursed. “these guys depend on you. for everything. you need to cultivate a relationship... not just a distraction.” shoving both of his hands into his jacket pockets, he stares right back at the man, gaze hardening when he continues. “...if you aren’t gonna commit, then don’t take one home.”
The roof of his mouth tastes like sawdust, and his tongue burns, like it’s swallowed the sun. Jupiter can feel something hot seizing in his stomach, and he has to bite his bottom lip to prevent it from rising from the bottom of his gut to the tunnel of his throat. He leans his arm on the bar and presses his ear on the pulse of his muscles. Jupiter counts the number of times he feels his vomit right on the tip of his tongue, like a bubble waiting to pop. He closes his eyes for a moment, sighing under his breath, tasting the faint scent of vodka and rum at the gums of his teeth, before he flutters his eyelids open.
He can feel the man staring at him, watching the height of his nose and the dark features of his face, as if he’s finally gotten a hold of himself before he’s turned into a ghost in the middle of his drinking. Jupiter licks his bottom lip – it’s dry and chapped, and close to gasping. He turns to the waiter to order another drink; it’s probably water again, but he doesn’t mind as long as he gets to remove the parched feeling of his lips.
Jupiter’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at the man’s statement. “I’m not your type?” he repeats, almost incredulously. “How am I not your type? I’m fucking gorgeous, for goodness’ sake.” Jupiter frowns, as if he’s been offended, even if – at normal circumstances – he can hardly care. “What is your type, then? As of this moment, I can prove that you have no – ” he hiccups shortly, continuing his sentence after a beat, “taste.”
the bartender arrives with a drink for haru and -- thankfully -- a second glass of water for the actor, too. the guitarist grimaces, nudging the new glass towards him, having already noticed that the younger man was looking... a little green around he edges. rookie. shaking his head, he takes a sip of his own drink and waits for the other man to follow suit.
...it isn’t until after the incredulous expression flits across the actor’s face that haru’s pokerface breaks. finally. he nearly snorts into his drink, the man’s words taking him completely by surprise. i’m fucking gorgeous, for goodness sake! the alcohol stings as haru tries to control his laughter, banging his fist against his chest until the liquor burns its way down his chest, warming him from the inside out. “how can you say that about yourself with a straight face...?”
rolling his eyes, haru continues, having finally regained some of his composure, “lemme guess, people normally... obsess over you? that’s why you’re so upset?” shaking his head once more, he takes another long sip of his drink before continuing, choosing his words carefully. “my type... is anyone that interests me, i guess. people who i look at and just -- ...i just know that i wanna get to know them more.” the guitarist pauses, gaze flickering back to the man at his side, studying his face curiously. “why does it matter if you aren’t my type, anyway? i’m just one in thousands. most of the nation probably thinks you’re attractive -- “ he fights back the second wave of laughter that threatens to hit when jupiter hiccups loudly, mid-sentence, and simply tosses a napkin in his direction. “...real classy, too.”
“ Name the scariest jack o’lantern design you can think of, and don’t say my face either. ”
haru squints, and then adds, expression blank, “...your face... in the morning... after eating ramen the night before?”
❛ Oh shit! I didn’t think you’d actually do something, I figured you tell me to go fuck myself or try it myself.
Haru’s smile was rare and usually came with a helping of pure snark. He always had something to say. A tongue in sterling silver, much like his own. Which is why they had remained friends despite the distance. And he knew he’d get away with pestering the poor boy.
But to Amory’s surprise, he slunk down, playing along with the gag. A low rumble of laughter shook through his chords.
❛ …Nope. Think your transmitter’s busted, Bub. Find a comfy spot down there?
Adding to the theatrics, he glanced over his shoulder. Then the other. Gave the room a solid thirty second inspection. No sign of Haru. So he tapped at the screen, shaking the internal camera as though that would do anything to help.
the top of haru’s head slowly becomes visible as he kneels up just far enough to have his eyes above desk-level, staring blankly at the video chat window. “i can still tell you to fuck off, if that’s what you really want to hear...?”
i’m such an accommodating friend, aren’t i? he wants to add, but he bites back the words -- along with a chuckle that threatens to spill over, too. instead, he finally climbs up from off the floor and back into his chair -- ...luckily, just in time to see amory throwing looks over his shoulder in theatrical grandeur. the other man’s loud laughter wafts from the speakers to haru’s ears; so close, it feels as though he’s right there with him. ...how long has it been, since he’s last seen him? the thought is a sobering one, but the young guitarist does not dwell on the distance, now. not when amory is grinning back at him, bright as ever.
“sorry ‘bout that,” haru replies dryly, settling back into his chair, shoulders slumping over his desk as he resumes their conversation. “i don’t think there are any transmitter handymen who are available on such short notice. you’ll just have to suck it up and deal with the distance for now."