once more, with feeling

→ lee taeyong · seventeen years old · empath · already done with your bullshit — "I can hear sirens, sirens! He hit me and it felt like a kiss."

[gmxtaeyong]

∗* overdraft —

[gmxdoe-blog]

there waslittle reason to leave with theassemblage of gaudy mutants that inhabited a good two tables at the ever-busy restaurant—she had never been the time too into big gatherings composed mostly of absolute strangers, after all. so it is with a dismissive hand that she waves all invitations to shelve away the slumbering empathy beside her and join them for drinks off—leaving both her and the unconscious boy on their own. and doe to busy herself with an engaging game of tetris on her phone to pass time. though to taeyong’s own credit, despite being asleep throughout the entire dinner, the empathy awoke halfway through her second game. “mm?” doe offers only that in response between fiddling with her phone, tongue brushing over her lower lip absently as her gaze remain fixed on the screen. “how are you feeling now?” the question is laced with concern—however slim—though doe figures as a empath he’d likely already know such a thing. plus the fact that she was seldom the type to ask questions unless it’s actually an answer she wanted to hear. “—i would like to say better than my numb shoulder, but you did get mauled by a yeti not a few days ago…” the dry humor, however, is painstakingly obvious.

[gmxtaeyong]

he has no particular taste for the dryness on his tongue, but he barely has his eyes open enough to see the glass of water there--or for that matter, the remainders of the food that had basically been picked clean by their previous company--"where'd everyone go?" it's a start, he supposes, though his attention is drawn far too easily to the tendrils of amusement licking at the corners of his every thought. turning slightly in his seat, taeyong rubs his eyes and stares at the woman after dropping his hands to his lap.

"what's so funny?"

rasping, the male clears his throat--nevermind that, considering the dull aching in his head; like aftershocks of an earthquake. quietly, he reaches for his glass of water and downs a few large gulps, "you really stayed here while i slept." not a question, but the subtleties of intonation are lost on him for the moment. his fingers curl around the cool drink, and for a long minute, the numbing effect of the cold water works all too well.

when he speaks again, it's with clarity.

"you should probably be stretching instead of teasing me."

and the quirk of his lips, however minute, allows the tease to shine through his blank demeanor.

[gmxtaeyong]

∗* holes in the green —

[gmxtaeyong]

gmxbugs:

{ . . . }

a turn around the corner, the supposed first step to something new and interesting delivers with an amount of intensity that the warper can’t wrap her mind around; she stops, eyes widening, lips crooking as she watches some kid beat the ever living shit out of someone with a fucking flyswatter.  

her fingers loosen their hold around her phone, and she stumbles to regain hold—all she manages is the muttering of a single “holy fuck—”  before she begins to laugh, amusement bubbling to the surface with the intensity of a thousand blazing suns; she’s tearing and cussing as the battery increases in severity, one arm wrapping around her middle, the other pointing at the glorious sight.  

she swears she feels weak in the knees—is this how it felt to be put in front of a godly sight? 

maybe he'd lost his mind a long time ago. somewhere between the first snap of plastic on warm, pliable skin and something in lee taeyong lights aflame. what begin, simply enough, as an exercise in venting--that no one but himself was privy too--turns into a charged attack against unsuspecting, emotional-adled individuals that have managed to crawl under his skin in ways that he doesn't very much like. there are no words exchanged; a mere glance is all that is given before he dips his head once in insincere apology and moves to the next.

THWACK!

THWACK!

... THWACK!

the blur of green sailing through the air holds every bit of his attention. emotions flood over; confusion, panic and anger and for the first time, he is able to focus past them. air rushes from his lungs with every movement, and taeyong gasps to fill them anew in the pause in-between. the pause in which he begins to sense tendrils of amusement seeping into the tips of his fingers and the corners of his lips.

they twitch upward, and he spares a glance in the direction of bright, feminine laughter.

before he realizes fully, laughter slips out.

[lifeinpoetry]

I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (via lifeinpoetry)

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[gmxtaeyong]

∗* the days of summer —

anyone here? ( ` summer? yes, please. the brisk, hot wind is a far too welcome change from dreary winter for taeyong to have any complaints—for once in his life, at least. while running fingers through his hair, however, they skitter across something large and bearing thin, hairy legs. eight, he guesses, by time the first scream erupts from his throat and his head dipped to get the thing out )

[gmxtaeyong]

∗* overdraft —

it would be safe to say that he's checked out. beyond the boundaries of his consciousness is where his thoughts run wild, only half-aware of his state; sitting in a restaurant with no small amount of people wandering around his unconscious form. his neck hurts, he realizes belatedly. the too-bright glow of a light on the other side of his eyelids brings even more discomfort--

a groan, fatigued and pained, slips out without his permission and slowly, lee taeyong is dragged back to the world that most others dwell ( though he could swear he heard footsteps in the depths of his dreams; dark eyes watching his lonely walk through a maze of cracked glass ).

"ugh..." his lips part, tongue flicking over the skin in a vain search for moisture. a throbbing ache dwells at the back of his throat, while his awareness of his surrounds grows. gradually, the gentle slope of a shoulder tucked beneath his head draws his thoughts. of course, a steady undercurrent of calm but no less wry tolerance is the next thing he registers.

systems back online.

"doe?"

perhaps it's wishful thinking, but the signature is unmistakable ( or so his weary mind declares ).

[gmxdoe-blog]

— » cupid shuffle: lty & ksg

[gmxtaeyong]

gmxdoe:

it’s hard to breathe—the air is brittle, sharp, cold; every breath taken in like pins and needles inside of her throat—the shifter doesn’t begin to understand the reasons why but can only (belatedly, as she was gradually losing strength and ability to do anything about it) pinpoint the source of the issue to the burning sensation on her leg; a complete contrast to the cold sweat that coats her skin beneath a thick coat of rich fur.

nonetheless, seulgi tries her best to keep the form till the footsteps of the supposed male following behind fade away to a distance that is—honestly—beyond her realm of care to give, relaxing as much as her current condition would allow as her head moves to press the side of her face against the snow, panting a bit heavily.

now she just had to leave.

though admittedly, it was easier said than done.

even when still, her head is spinning, eyes fluttering furiously as she tries to get a better grip on reality—to gather enough strength to move before her grasp on consciousness slips from her completely. at the sound of another’s voice, however, the mutant struggling for a moment to lift her head to acknowledge the presence, barely being able to make out the vague image of another before her head drops against the snow with a soft thump; fur receding as her frame shrinks, the cracking and regrowing of bone automatically taking place once she loses consciousness—leaving a bare woman in place of a formerly large dog.

goddammit.

it'd be a complete lie to say that he expected anything like the sight that greeted his eyes. taeyong stares, for lack of anything better to do, as the canine lying in the snow becomes a woman. only the faintest echoes of those glassy brown eyes staring at him sticks in his mind as his breath leaves his lips in visible puffs; quickened for the panic he can feel racing through his veins like molten lava.

was that his blood?

he finds it hard to care--hard to think--as he stares at her face, trying to gauge the dull current of emotion he can feel running through her subconscious mind. irritation stands out most, a glaring red against a spot of uncertainty--blindingly bright--that leaves him speechless and pulling his jacket from his shoulders. the thick wool and fur slides down his arms before being laid on the snow, while taeyong takes a handful of the ice in his hands and rubs it against the slick, murky fluid caking her skin.

silently, he works at it; listens as the frozen water hisses underneath his hand, but it isn't until most of it is gone that he slips his arms beneath her prone form and tugs her up. the male drapes his jacket over her shoulders and buttons it up before lifting her into his arms--

and with little more than a single syllable exchanged--a look--he takes a certain step back to the cluster of cabins tucked into the mountainside.

[ex-gmxrogue-deactivated20150106]

life --

[gmxtaeyong]

gmxrogue:

“mm,” he sits on how to respond for a moment. Moreso, how he should take it; he decided soon enough not to take offence, smiling tiredly and indicating there was a free seat nearby with a slight wave of his hand. 

“You sound like you haven’t had coffee yet,” he takes a meaningful sip of his own, welcoming the bitterness. “Gotta face the light sometime… even when it gives you a headache,” he wonders if the metaphor there was a little too obvious.

Debating on whether or not he wants to take that seat, Taeyong shifts on his feet and offers up a hum in response. Lips quirk, fingers playing over denim--"Well, not everyone depends on coffee to be civil, and I happen to be honest by choice." A note of confusion tinges his words, while he mulls over where his observations could've been interpreted as rude.

Maybe some people liked being coddled more than others.

A mental shrug follows that thought, and soon he elects to take a seat merely for the sake of it. The passing people give off an air of gratitude that he soaks up like sunshine, while leaning back, "Caffeine narrows your blood vessels and jacks up your blood pressure. So, it's probably not the sunlight giving you a headache."

Maybe he'd just offer this stranger a different kind of help.

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[gmxtaeyong]

And if I need anything at all

I need a place that's hidden in the deep Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep The modern world is broken

I need a place where I can make my bed A lover's lap where I can lay my head Cause now the room is spinning The day's beginning

[kimdoyeongs]

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[gmxdoe-blog]

— » cupid shuffle: lty & ksg

[gmxtaeyong]

gmxdoe:

{ ... }

and then—her head shakes, growling lowly at the way her hind legs tremble as she lowers herself to press her snout to the snow, dry heaving against frost—god knows what then.

for the most part, he stays to himself. it's easier that way, or at least, that's the argument that he'd make if there were anyone asking. for the moment, however, the trees are silent--thankfully--and taeyong is spared the inconvenience of explaining his anti-social tendencies to someone with only a vague interest in what he really had to say. people were shitty things; self-centered, self-interested individuals with only a vague understanding of one another.

perhaps it was some kind of blessing that most people were dense.

knowing was hating.

hands shoved into his pockets, the seventeen year old weaves his way through the trees. the snow crunches beneath his boots, the scent of pine fills his nose with every inhale, and though the air is chilling, he takes it in with a minute twitch to his lips. this is something good; serene, and every bit as calming as he might've hoped--

at least until he stumbles across a scene that leaves him at a pause. he isn't sure what to make of the furry form in the snow, simply laying there as though sleeping in the midst of the drizzling snow. he knows better, though. a strange absence of feeling has him stepping closer, pulling gloved hands from his pockets while bright brown eyes scan the canine.

"h--" no, that isn't a good idea. thinking better of waking the creature so abruptly, the male kneels within arm's reach. his nose wrinkles upon spotting the glimmer of something sticky coating it's front leg--slime? "what the hell?"

with a glance to take note of a steadily rising chest, lee taeyong tries to think.

what the hell was he going to do now?

[ex-gmxrogue-deactivated20150106]

life --

[gmxtaeyong]

gmxrogue:

He’s a lot calmer today; taken on by a lethargic sense of why bother? if he’s honest with himself, he knows exactly why he’d bailed on the party early the previous night. Things had only just started getting good, but icy stares and questionable motives had taken their toll, and Rogue is only good at running away. He tries not to dwell on it, he has a goal again for himself, set firm. The mutant intends to see it through. The goal? Well, mostly it was to chill out, take things as they came, become a leaf and let the wind just blow him around. Maybe being a leaf rubbed some people the wrong way. He wants to figure himself out, though, and find acceptance for who he is. Both by himself and around other people. Rogue’s thoughts usually plagued him enough, but this morning he’s met with a roaring hangover, accompanied by intense hunger and sensitivity to light. He flees his dorm room at the school in favor of one of his frequent coffee shops, taking a cup of coffee ( today: black, two sugars) and settling outside on one of the circular tables decorated with an umbrella. The mutant eyes the faces of passerby, idling wandering what they’re thinking and sipping his coffee until — he recognizes that one! “Oy!” He shouts, raising a hand and mildy regretting a throb in his temple. “You! I saw you last night.”

He has no particular taste for pleasantries on a good day. Particularly not in the morning, particularly outside of the privacy and shelter of his bedroom. Taeyong is spoiled for privacy now, after years of living wherever he found a friendly face with a roof to offer. It'd never been harmful to him; kind people were always kind, always a joy to be around. Enough to dull even his roughest edges.

The first thing he notices of Shinhyo City is that those people are rare. Naivety is a luxury for humanity--the ones who hadn't learned just how dark and cold the world could really be--not for mutants taking shelter in a glorified bird cage. He has no illusions, and yet there he is, adding himself to the glass maze with the other rats.

Oy? Was that sound supposed to be addressing someone? Even as the question appears at the forefront of his thoughts, Taeyong is glancing up from his steady stare on the ground. Squinting, in fact, as his attention arrives at a male that seems more a blob of feeling that anything remotely pieced together.

Though vague and indistinct, he can detect the stench of uncertainty and it though it'd make for a plan to turn around and walk the other way, the seventeen year old stops, "I'm surprised that you actually remember anything from last night at all." Ah, the classic sign of a hangover. "I thought it was recommended to stay away from sunlight if you're hung over."

[gmxtaeyong]

∗* comfortably numb —

how strange, finding himself in a place where his sister isn't even within thought's reach. maybe he should've been used to it. maybe the odd sort of silence--like white noise--that had filled every corner of the house since a short, quiet ride from the hospital should have been easier to swallow. it wasn't as if he hadn't learned long ago how to fend for himself.

maybe there wasn't anything different. maybe it was just him.

she doted from the door, lips pressed together when she was gnawing on her bottom lip. as if realizing herself what she was doing, sungkyung always seemed to stop, straighten her back, and resume her quiet vigilance.

now, maybe it wasn't so wrong that he missed that.

breathing in the cold, wintery air, taeyong could reason that he missed the conversations but he missed her presence most of all--

all he had for his own peace and stability was the trees.

[gmxtaeyong]

mhm. ( ` presses her lips into a thin line before she moves to lie down beside him, slender fingers carding through his hair absently. ) you look the part too. ( ` the comment is absent, but true, blinking slowly at the emotions pushed gently into her as her lips twitches, pulling the blanket further up to cover him. ) that could arguably be a good thing, though i'd have to find out once i talk to your friends. ( ` wrinkles her nose slightly, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. )

leave me alone ( ` he mutters, eyes falling shut sporadically during the following minutes as he tries to process the apparent turn of events that had taken place ) how long have i been asleep? ( ` turning, taeyong faces her and ignores the dull throb of pain that follows, instead focusing on her face ) couldn't have been that long, otherwise you'd look cranky... ( ` crankier; he even manages amusement in his thoughts )

[gmxtaeyong]

you fell. ( ` the tint of concern in her words is easy to catch, at least—psylocke wasn't about to keep up with appearances when around her younger brother—sharp eyes taking in every detail as she shifts onto the bed a bit more, moving the glass once his thirst is quenched and setting it on the table. ) blunt force trauma to temple and dislocated shoulder. ( ` hums, brushing her thumb over his forehead softly as she lowers him back onto his pillow. ) did you at least have fun?

i did? ( ` he doesn't remember it, but the pain rolling through him in waves is unmistakable. taeyong only takes comfort from the weight settling on the side of the bed, dark eyes flicking over her face while he contemplates her words ) no wonder i feel like crap-- ( ` for her sake, he allows a measure of humor in from the next room over that he projects through each fleeting press of her fingertips ) ... i don't remember much of it.

[gmxtaeyong]

( ` her fingers twitch at the thoughts that surface, quietly shutting the book to place it on the table as she shifts for the water pitcher, pouring a glass before she leans over to slip her fingers under the younger's head carefully, lifting slowly as she presses the glass to his lips. ) here, drink. ( ` murmurs quietly, eyes flicking over the bandages stained with a bit of red around his forehead with a frown. ) good going, dongsaeng. ( ` huffs a bit, sarcasm evident in her words. )

( ` the last hours--or days, perhaps--were a blur of sights and sounds at the back of his mind, playing backward from an unknown point. blinking at the contact, his eyes open to the soft light of a bedside lamp and the vision--striking, as always--of his sister leaning over him, holding a glass. wordlessly, he parts his lips to take a sip and focuses on trying not to choke when his temples twinge painfully, yet it's easier to think than speak, and that's exactly what taeyong does [ignoring the note of sarcasm in her voice] ) ... what the hell happened?

[taesyong]