Lost

Do Kyungsoo I closed my eyes, in hopes that this would be a dream, but when I opened them again, I couldn't wake up.

[khaenine]

Kyungsoo noticing you

[temporaldrifterarchived-deactiv]

“Ugh.  I wonder how long I’ve been running around with this thing on my foot.  How gross.”  Ari sighs again, looking around. “OH!  A food stand.  Hey.. I know we just met and all and I haven’t even introduced myself.  I’m Ari, by the way.  But if I give you like say 5000 won, will you run over there, grab yourself a snack and me some napkins so I can get rid of this?”

Ari reaches into his pocket, tugging out some folded bills because he was too lazy to put the money back in his wallet earlier.  Thrusting it forward, he smiles quickly, “I’ll make sure no one else steps on it and if someone asks, I guess I’ll explain what’s going on.”

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          Kyungsoo’s still standing there, now unsure of what to make of the situation. It’s suddenly blown into a bigger issue than he intended it to, and surely, he thinks, it wouldn’t be a problem to just pick the thing up, throw it away and then wash your hands after. The angel is taken back, eyes widening when a few folded bills are shoved towards him, and he can’t figure if this gesture would be considered rude or not because they’re still practically strangers, and not that Kyungsoo would run away with that money, but he could. 

          “I mean...” He gives a long short stare at Ari as he hesitantly reaches out for the money, “sure, I guess I can.” The request is too odd and too sudden that he’s left to just obey, leaving with his name unannounced. 

          There’s no line at the stand and this makes his life a lot more easier. He opts to only ordering the hotcakes, which come two per order since they’re only about a palm size big-- well his palm anyway, and he doesn’t eat so he figures it should be enough for Ari... as well as the few napkins he picked up.

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     It wasn’t very often that Glenn would venture out of the confines of his small apartment. He usually never saw a real need to unless he was purchasing food or going out to see someone, but other than that, his home was where he felt the safest. It’s where he got his work done as well. Glenn didn’t have a common occupation as other’s do, he didn’t have to visit an office or sit behind some cubicle. He was doing what he loved and what he loved didn’t require much movement. And Glenn, being someone who was naturally lazy, dreaded days like today– the days that were unbearably hot and he actually had to leave the comfort of his small, air conditioned flat. 

     So with his favorite sunglasses on, he made his way down the crowded street. His throat seemed ridiculously dry, these hot and humid type of days usually caused this to occur. All he really wanted was something cool to drink, maybe some lemonade… Or a smoothie. Now that would be nice. So with a sigh, he gently tapped a random stranger on the shoulder, hoping that maybe he would know where to get a cool treat. “Excuse me, but… Wow, this may be a weird question but do you know where I can get a smoothie or something like that?”

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          Kyungsoo still finds it unbearably easy to get lost between this way’s right and that way’s left so make sure you make a right after you take that left. No matter how many times he’s taken this route  with or without the little old lady he works for, every single damn corner looks the same: with the similar cookie-cut out business buildings. The simple task of going to the groceries to stock the pantry up becomes a silly little game of trying to find the right path in a maze. If only there were some sort of yellow brick road that would magically guide him the way home. 

          Great, so now he’s going in circles because that’s definitely the same run down noodle shop he passed about five minutes ago. The weight in his hands don’t really make it easy for him remember either-- if there was supposed to be some sort of shortcut to get to the restaurant. If this wasn’t already stressing enough, he’s confronted by stranger. There’s enough distress scribbled on his face to show that he really doesn’t have an answer, oh but then maybe, “the restaurant I work at has nice, fresh smoothies,” he answers after some time, eyes still glancing this way and that, as if it’d help show the way. “And you see, I’m new in the area so I can’t remember if I’m supposed to head this direction or that.” It could be a little give and take: to help him fine the place and he’d offer a free smoothie or something.

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Jongin’s usually smiley expression turns a little blank when the person in front of him misunderstands his words. Trying to make the conversation turn a little and take a different path, he refers to the words of the man. “But… What’s the secret about?” He is a little helpless because he didn’t expect the other to take his words so seriously – he doesn’t like upsetting others and the frown needs to go, he thinks.

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Kyungsoo figures that in case there actually is a heart attack, he’d be able to help in some way, but he prays that any of this wouldn’t have to result in that. At this point what he wants to say is a little too ridiculous, and he’s not quite sure how to put it other than, “I have wings that stretch longer than my height,” and he says this with a smug smile, confident that he won’t really be taken seriously because that’s been the case with everyone else. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that flickers a bright golden color when he looks over at the man who seems to have a weak heart and might have a heart attack at any given moment.

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{+ @jaexjace} 

► It’s more calming when the clouds are low and there’s thick mist surrounding everywhere. Something must’ve pissed mother nature off to not have the sun exposed on this summer afternoon. He likes it though: no complaining coming from his side. Everyone seems to be inside rather than out, so its peaceful to walk in the somewhat empty city. 

          Kyungsoo’s arms fold across his chest as he lays eyes on a familiar coffee shop and nose crinkles in distaste at the sudden familiarity of black coffee on his tongue.  Right before he’s about to enter, someone exits, which is rude, he thinks because she doesn’t even hold the door open for him, but what did he expect? She must’ve been in a rush though, because she doesn’t even notice the notebook she’s dropped, and he’s all too nice to not go and chase the girl down just for a bundle of papers.  

          “Hey--wait!” He doesn’t even know why he’s bothering, “you dropped something.”

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          He shrugs. He doesn’t understand everything but since he’s been here it’s gotten progressively easier to manage and swallow both the emotions and reality of the world around him. He’s far from truly understanding it but then again majority of humans died without comprehending what the world really meant, offered them, and so on. Jongin often wonders how he manages day to day in the place.

          “We all suffer here. Even the people who are made and created here.” He says slowly. “Life is suffering. But you don’t always have to suffer. You just have to overcome.” Far more optimistic than he has been in months, he thinks.

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          It’s easier said than done, he realizes now: overcoming, that is. His hands fold in his lap and nods as if he understands when in reality he’s still trying to put pieces together. “I guess you’re right.. again,” Kyungsoo mutters a little too timidly with a dry chuckle. “I’ve been alive for this long, and I’ve only now opened my eyes to see all the possibilities on Earth.” 

          He’s not sure whether or not he has to thank the not-so-stranger-stranger for what little advice he was given, and even if it wasn’t much, it’s enough for him to take. “You really didn’t have to listen to me babble on about nonsense,” and strangely the other seemed to have understood him on another level, which puzzles him now that he thinks about it. 

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IM SCREAMING DONT EVEN BRING UP FHAT LAST ONE

CRYING BC i still have not recovered from that one. total trauma what were you thinking wu kevin kris yifan 

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[[ 'Anime phase' he looks a lot like somebody from Kuroshitsuji, eh? CACKLES

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS HGJFJF &&&& he never fails me with his hairstyles

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signumdeivivi replied to your post: “!!! - I’d actually like to get some real threads going on here, like...”:

[ I messaged you, though. ]

And I do believe I replied to your message already. 

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(+ temporaldrifter​ )

“I’m sorry, what?” Ari stopped in his tracks at the statement and looked down at his foot.  “Well, would you look at… where the hell did that come from?”

Obviously he had used the public restroom earlier in the day while waiting for his muffin and coffee, but the pink haired man didn’t recall wandering out with the toilet paper stuck to his foot.  That had been hours ago.  He hoped someone would have told him if he had, but apparently his faith in humanity was too high.

Kicking his foot out, he wiggled it back and forth until the offending paper fell off.  “Well hell, now I’m a littler bug. Rantallion! Is there.. I need something to pick that back up with and I’m certainly not using my hand.  Do you have a napkin or something?”

          There’s a look of distaste in Kyungsoo’s eyes. Hes not so sure how someone can be this disoriented by a few sheets of toilet paper. This all makes him chuckle though, and an airy laugh is covered by his dainty hand. 

          “I’m sorry, no,” he shakes his head as he says so, eyeing both the pink haired male (which that certainly has caught his attention) and the strip of cotton on the floor,” ... I’m afraid I don’t carry napkins with me, and it’d be a great shame if you did just leave that there.”

[dreamgodkai-a]

          He didn’t know the other and could only really speak for himself. There were days when he wanted to fade from his existence. Someday he wanted to curl back in his bed and not move. But there were days Jongin felt good. Though few and far in between it seemed these days, those few moments made the rest of it worth it.

          “Peace and humans?” He asks almost not thinking twice about his words as he smiles faintly. “You were first wrong there. Rarely can humans keep peace. But it’s one of their charms. Their inevitable knack for getting themselves into trouble.” He says. “After all, they’re made in the likeness of their God right? How could they be anything other than chaos and magnificent?”

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          It’s not easy for Kyungsoo to understand-- though he should. He’s been living life a lie apparently, three hundred or more years of lies. Blank white pages now stirred with tangles of permanent ink, that’s what he’s seen so far: everything far from elegant and all too close to a catastrophe. It falls between a work of twisted art and havoc. 

          “You’re right. I guess I’m just too used to seeing things my way that I hadn’t had the time to see what I’m actually surrounded by.” But he can’t seem to grasp it all, still, “maybe I’m just made to suffer here.”

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► Plot where Kyungsoo meets the person (muse B) he was assigned to watch over when he was still a guardian.  And he strangely knows A LOT about Muse B, and Kyungsoo is pretty clueless until muse B starts freaking out and Kyungsoo reveals who he is.  (available for more than one person) 

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          Jongin figures he is a good listener. Or likes to think so. But truth may be otherwise. Sometimes a switch in pulled in his mind and it’s tugged to something completely irrelevant. But he’s happy to say this time he was sort of on track: he wanted to know more. He smiles and shakes his head because a lot of time he has thought the Earth a bad place to me. But in the end, though Jongin has no true home it somehow feels the closes in likeness. Or at least in his mind what is the closest to what a home should be.

          “Would you prefer a clean, tidy, and unexciting Earth?” He asks. “Sometimes we think too hard and forget to enjoy what it is we have. Sure, nothing is perfect but eventually things begin to feel pleasant.”

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          There’s a truth held in what’s said and he snorts rather sarcastically: what was there for him to enjoy when he has exactly nothing to please for? And “pleasant”? He almost wants to laugh because that’s certainly not a word he’d pull out of his dictionary to use and describe the few months he’s spent roaming about. 

          “I thought I’d finally be able to live in peace, here.” Kyungsoo’s gaze is off chasing the white-feathered dove that’s flown by and then when his glance is returned, his eyes are soft, golden hues light beneath the streak of sun. They’re probably all watching him right now. Watching as he makes a fool of himself. 

[dreamgodkai-a]

his eyes curiously flickered to the person before him with a certain type of inquisitiveness that often drew people crazy with jongin. their evasiveness roused his curiosity and it couldn’t be helped. how could you share a conversation with a person and still not know one thing about their personality? his lips tilted upwards, politely as he overtly eyed them over. “and what was that again?” he adds a sheepish smile.

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          It’s not easy for Kyungsoo to keep conversations going and it strikes him, that he’s been going on for who knows how long about how ridiculous it is that he’s ended up in some place he does not belong and that he has no idea how to start fitting in. One sentence leads into another until he believes he’s beginning to tell this story to himself, spewing unkind words to a stranger he’s only known for at least ten minutes now. Who knows if he’s even listening anymore., and then, oh, when he stops to catch his breath, he receives a short response. 

           “I just don’t understand-- why of all places, Earth is the filthiest place to be.” Maybe its because he’s yet to actually explore it for its true beauty, but whatever it is, he doesn’t get it. And it’s making his head hurt. 

[doxminion]

If Kyungsoo thinks that even for a split second, the reason for his existence was to bring s o l a c e to this place called Earth, he’s wrong. For several months now, since he’s been in this hell hole, he hadn’t imagined how much the world’s changed over the centuries. The barrier between heaven and hell, a supposed sanctuary for mortals and them some is beginning to look a lot more like a portal to the underworld. A place filled with such shame, greed, jealousy and selfishness. Where money and lust are more important than how your children grow through the stages of individualism, and where people live everyday with hypocritical words and thoughtless slurs of useless vocabulary following them.

They might’ve thought that sentencing Kyungsoo to earth was a safe place to keep him, but they were wrong. There were filters that he fed from when he was up beyond the clouds and now that he’s broken through the fragments of lies and has been d e m o r a l i z e d, he’s in complete shock.

In this state, he’s of no use There’s nothing for him to do here, no amount of strength or power can reverse what lays cursed on this century. He’s realized it too late and is now sitting with bloodshot eyes and even paler skin with his light brown fringe falling just enough to cover his soulless expression. He needs help but he doesn’t know how to ask– who to ask because what are the chances that the person he asks is some sort of twisted sicko who’s a complete sadist.

This is it, he’s going to be eaten up by uncrossed souls or maybe even someone who’s taken in bath salt and is on the run ready to eat his face off.

Whatever the case is, this is it, and tears slips from his eyes as he stares at the passing people in slow motion.