MOVED.

ALWAYS KEEP 'EM ON A LEASH. /  COUPLE BLOG WITH HALOGIFTED.

[jihyogram]

[neweraidols]

Visuals of the new generation: Rowoon (SF9)

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*   UNSURE  /  UNSURE. 

            THIS one might just be a lost cause. Youngho knows this, sees it in the way he struggles against what is still only an idea, a suggestion. So unwilling to accept help and so keen on letting that hurt pile up further. But Youngho is too stubborn to let go just yet, too stubborn to let him slip through his fingers like sand – he’s made the mistake once and he won’t make it again. It’s what drives him forward. It’s what compels him to try and try and try even if he’s met with as much disdain and resistance as he is now. He calms his breathing, banishes the thoughts from his mind. Now is not the time to remember.

            “I already told you,” he says simply, voice even. The crackle along his spine dulls, worsens, dulls, worsens. A rhythm like music, easy to follow along. “All I want is to help. All you have to do is let me.” He feels like a broken record, repeating the same words over and over again, but if it’s what the other needs to finally understand, at least a little, he’ll repeat it for days. Hand still outstretched, he beckons, another simple invitation. “You cannot run forever.”

      HE IS CORNERED ,  BACK AGAINST THE WALL  ;  glass shards shimmering across the pavement under his shoes  ,   gravity around him feeling heavier & heavier  ;   ACHE/ACHE/ACHE   &  thoughts flood with his human  ,   his dearest human  ;   images of him ,  his features drowning ,  desperately anchoring himself because.  minho.  minho would he waiting for him back at the bakery ,  with that worried smile of his , wondering where he’s gone , asking him how his class had gone ,  what he had learned , whim he had met--- 

     ‘    how. . . will you?   ’  realization & reality swirl into a cocktail of calmness ;  the calm before another storm  ,   arms hugging his form.  wolf’s maw eases shut ,  glass chipped teeth covering from view.  ‘    . . . how will you. . . help?   ’  again , again he asks ;  could he then?  curiosity leads him by the neck ,  questions fluttering through his head like the take-off of a crowd of birds  ;  fingertips twitching ,  could he trust him?  (   not all humans are bad , minho’s words coat his nerves like a warming blanket  )   &  junho’s neon gaze stares downward at the hand. coaxing him. help. perhaps . . . for a moment. . . 

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*   ???

skye stares at the other for a moment,  hands retracting away and keeping the pastry close to her chest.  eyes peer down at it,  admiring how well crafted it looks.  emma was only getting better.  the thought has a smile curling along lips that had faltered in the tiniest frown.   ❛ ah…  is the food from that bakery good? ❜

        AT ONCE ,  POSTURE SHIFTS   ;   wingless sits up at attention  ,   hands placing themselves ‘pon his knees.   ‘    minho crafts each  &  every one of his pastries with careful hands & delicate observation.  it is pure art he creates ,  not just simple pastries. if he is not happy ,  he will edit until the outcome is as perfect as his mind is.  it is not just good ,  it is magnificent.  ’   passion burns along neon blue eyes , though expression never once changes from its continuous monotone flat.  

       ‘     you are welcome to visit.  it is not too far from here.   ’ 

[empires]

D E M O N S

requested by anonymous

[bangtan]

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*   ???

skye extends muffin towards the other,  warm smile adorning pale pink lips as she takes a half step closer.   ❛ it’s fresh…  i picked up from my friend’s bakery before i came. ❜   she informs the other softly,  taking a seat beside the other on the park bench.   /   @halotorn  ( sc ).

       SHE SEEMS A BIT HAPPY-GO-LUCKY  ;  neon blue flickering from the sky , down to the pastry outstretched toward him.  a frown  ,   shaking his head stubbornly.  ‘    if it is not from minho’s bakery ,  i do not wish to eat it.    ’   he’s a child  ,  really.  

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*  ENOUGH / ENOUGH.

            THE temptation to reach out makes Youngho’s fingertips burn, yet he swallows the urge as quickly as it came. With a temper like this, he needs to focus on words, not actions, lest he finds himself with a black eye sooner or later and no solution to the other’s problems. He straightens up, eyes not once leaving the stranger still bleeding out right in front of him. It’s a gut-wrenching sight, how he struggles to hold everything in. “Come on, sit down,” Youngho tells him, all soft and gentle still, “this isn’t leading you anywhere. I’m neither the cause for your pain nor your anger. Don’t fool yourself.”

            After a moment of silent contemplation, he does extend his hand, though doesn’t expect the other to take it. It’s more meant as a peace offering, a symbol of him meaning well. With a little more urgency in his words, he finally says, “Let me try, at least.”

        THE OTHER IS EITHER COURAGEOUS OR FOOLISH  ;   wingless stands as a stray dog ,  wolf’s maw open    ;   showing rows & rows of teeth  ,   toothed & fanged.   ‘    i don’t understand  ,   i don’t understand.   ’     a snap  ,   pain filled  &  jaw clenched.  he knows this man is not the cause of his pain---they are   ;   those who hold his wings like trophies   ;    dangling them above his head  ,  taunting/taunting/taunting    ;   though hatred seeps from his wounds like smoke & god  ,   he’s a wildfire out of control. 

       ‘     try . . . what?    ’    the surface of the table cracks  ,   bits of glass beginning to scatter along the ground under them.  threatening to explode ,  head flooding  ,  drowning.   ‘    don’t you dare.  don’t---   ’    confused. struggling. reduced to nothing but a confused boy.  

[affectionatesuggestions]

After all this time, I’ve only grown to love you even more. That’s part of how I know that it’s really love.

[thewinedarksea]

mythology meme: gods (9/9) — daebyeol

korean god of the underworld

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*  ENOUGH / ENOUGH.

            FOR a fraction of a second, Youngho’s perfect mask of indifference breaks, makes way for genuine concern – not for himself, but the other and that explosive temper of his. It doesn’t come as much of a surprise, not after he’s talked to him through gritted teeth, anger barely concealed, but it still leaves an impact. Regardless, Youngho stays in his spot even as his heart beats faster and instinct tells him to be careful.               “I’m right,” he simply states, and the heat running down his spine becomes almost unbearable. “You haven’t learned how to deal with it. It must be sad, existing like this.” Youngho knows loss just as well, though he suspects his loss is different than the stranger’s. Whatever has slipped his grasp must have been so important that losing it took the soul right out of him. Now, he walks the earth all hollow, blood spilling from his lips every time he talks. Still, Youngho doesn’t pity him.

            “Is anger easier? You’ll only hurt more like this.” 

        ANGER/ANGER/ANGER  ;  monster breathes in harshly through his nose ,   out through harsh gritted teeth  ,  nails digging hard into calloused palms  ,  hard enough to leave broken crescent shapes lodged into dead  ,  cold flesh.   ‘   i told you to be QUIET.   ’   another harsh bark of a command shoots from his mouth ,  shaking his head bitterly ;  yet feet do not carry him away   ;   though back shoots with pain  ,   attempting to summon empty wings to life.  

     ‘     leave ME ALONE.    ’    a shudder.  no , no.  in truth ,  he is not MONSTER but ,  only a child , left  &  abandoned by home.  he wants minho.  he wants minho.  

[cyphertaehyungie]

a stunning angel

[halotorn-moved-blog]

♚*  ENOUGH / ENOUGH. 

            “YET you stay, entertaining a conversation.” He knows it isn’t any of his business. Rejection and sneers are as familiar to Youngho as pain is to this stranger, a companion always at his side. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t know how to anymore. When the first pang hits, Youngho has to help. Or try to, at least. Stubbornness, as well, is something he’s well acquainted with. His eyes travel over the other’s clenched fists, his need to keep himself guarded. He doesn’t understand yet, does he?             Leaning forward in his seat, he takes another moment to soak up whatever pain he can, a strange crackle of heat down his spine and in the depths of his stomach. He can’t say what it is. “Your pain feels a lot like anger. There is no difference for you.” Youngho locks gazes with the stranger again, expression back to perfect tranquility. “Oh, child. You’ve lost something, haven’t you?”

         IRRITATION RIPPLES ACROSS MARBLED EXPRESSION  ;  & just like stone ,  it crumbles & cracks  ;   allowing sudden truth to leak through & allow his clenched jaw to twitch. underestimation was always present o’er neon blue ,  in which quickly sharpens & boils.  ‘  i stay because my human tells me to entertain conversation in a span of at least ten minutes.  ’  because minho said it would be good for him to be social.  but a conversation such as this only makes junho want to tear his head off. 

     &  then he says it  ;  the million dollar acknowledgement  ;   the one that makes junho leap up from his chair , shoving the table away toward the stranger with a loud growl that sounds more monster than being  ;  halo burning with aflamed intensity.  ‘    ENOUGH.    ’ 

[botonomancy]

gonna go laugh at myself.

[knowing]

[beui]

[solorne-moved-deactivated201808]

do you like greek mythology?  do you like personifications? do you like sweet boys who can literally destroy the world but loves humankind so dearly & wants to take care of everything & everyone?  ‘cause this boy right here is helios,  the very personification of the sun himself, in charge of raising & setting it everyday!  he loves spring time, his sisters, and the floral shop he owns! even though he’s extremely hot to the touch and can’t be too close to anyone, he tries his best. please reblog if you’re interested in interaction, & i’ll check you out!  i hope to write with you guys soon!  -   nate.