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This blog is on a hiatus for two more weeks. I'll definitely be back, don't worry.
I'm sorry for my absence! I'm going to be extremely busy now (personal reasons) and I'll only be able to come online during the weekend (to reply to long paras) Though, throughout the week I'll come online to reply to any shorter threads that I have time for. I'm sorry for the people I'm plotting with, I don't want to put anything on hold so hopefully we can continue this even if it's at a slow pace? Like, superish slow. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get back on my activity, to be honest there is so much going on for me right now and I really need to focus on these parts of my life. I hope you all understand, and thank you to all of the new followers! Welcome, and I promise we'll definitely get to interacting!
That being said, please like this post for a short starter! I'll be posting them throughout the week and weekend.
In the absence of light darkenss prevails.
There is power in bisecting lines. Stand at a crossroads and feel the thrum of energy in the ninety degree angles. Listen. Preternatural dramas all around you. The city is a honeycomb of horror, each cell barely cognizant of the others. Black feathers in a playground. The odd stain on the sidewalk. The flicker-flash of a winged thing in the headlights. The vagrant holding a wriggling bag. The eerie moans from the apartment above.
As you read these words, a scene unfolds. Close. An alley. A neon cross shines in the distance. A monster writhes, broken and bloody, on the pavement. Its teeth gnash. It looks up into the eyes of its assailant, and a cross reflects back in the crucifixion glow.
To pray devoutly. To prey mercilessly.
The hands folded serenely drip with blood. Even monsters have bogeymen.
✠ ✠ ✠ — a b o u t
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⇛ It wasn’t right, she couldn’t get her power nap. She’s been up for 34 hours straight, endlessly practicing in the studio, rehearsing answers for interviews. If her life has been hectic as a trainee, it’s been doubled up now she finally debuted. Her members were already sleeping in their rooms after practice. Which was 2 hours ago, and in another hour, they’re supposed to be at the salon, so the stylist could prepare them for their live performance later in the afternoon. She’s already developed dark circles beneath her eyes. Great, she is now slowly turning into a zombie. She knew that the stylist unnie will scold her again because it’s going to need a thick layer of make-up to conceal it. But she did try getting herself into dreamland still, her restlessness just kicks her back to reality. Joohyun had no other choice but to stack up caffeine for today, the least she could ever think of at a time like this, plus it’s barely a five-minute walk from their dorm to the convenience store. It’s much of a hassle to look for a nearby cafe. With her hood over her head, she strides her way inside the store. And as expected, she’d meet weird gazes coming from different people, even the staff couldn’t help to not notice. It’s not the fact that she’s an idol that people had their heads turning. It was her pink-tipped locks that caught their attention, not to mention that the shade of her pink hair was definitely eye-catching. Well bless the soul of their creative staff, they did a good job on making them distinct. But those words were dipped in sarcasm at the moment. She internally grunted to herself, and lowers her head hastily approaching the freezer. And another issue arises, upon lifting the freezer door. They’re out of iced coffee—no more like her favorite flavor. Her she ducked her head as she scans the whole rack, there was definitely no sign of Latte it was all Espresso. A small pout fell upon her lips she had no choice but to grab two cans of it anyways, and so she moved through the small aisle and checked for some snacks, that could keep her awake. As she scanned her eyes over the product displayed and grabbed a few packs she noticed peripherally, that something was blocking her left side, the person was standing too long. Why would a stranger stand there for too long, and the fact that they were the only people in that corner, she was getting agitated, or she could be blocking the path. Oh right. "Oh sorry, I didn’t notice you right away." she wasn’t sure how her tone sounded but finally turns to the stranger, stepping aside, with her head slightly tipped downwards. Not wanting to see her worsening set of eye bags.
⌊⌘⌉ Luhan was still in deep thought, he'd remembered what he saw on TV. Still, it didn't make it any easier for him to ask if he could pass through, and the more he thought about it, the more he started to feel as if he looked like a stalker. Someone who followed her here and is only staring at her. Luhan furrowed his brows, a small frown forming on his lips upon the thought. He managed to make himself appear like a stalker, just like he always manages to mess up everything else.
Luhan was ready to give up, he'd just wait on another isle until she was gone. Hopefully everyone outside would leave too, and he wouldn't have a hard time getting back to his boss. Fuck, he was really late now. A step about to be taken back, that was when the female spoke, Luhan stood still as the other moved aside. Her tone made Luhan think he'd really been standing there for too long, yet he didn't move for a moment, still staring at her a trying to think of anything to say. It's alright? Can he just say those words? Luhan opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. No, he really can't. Beginning to feel frustrated, Luhan grabbed and clenched at the hem of his shirt in between his fingers. "Hm--" Sound, Luhan was surprised to hear the tone of his voice, but it ended as quickly as it started. He stepped forward, passing past the female to where he needed to get the drinks. He sighed at his failed attempt, grabbing for the door handle and reaching for the Expresso's. One, two, three, four--
--Clink, clatter.
The can was on the floor, and Luhan moved as fast as he could to pick it up. A panicked expression on his face, Luhan could almost see the look on the cashier's face when they herd the clatter. Not to mention, the female was still there and she probably saw it too. At this point, Luhan wanted to dematerialize from the face of the earth. He was still bent over, silently cursing himself before getting back up and avoiding looking back. He held onto the cans tightly-- reaching over for a fifth one before he let the freezer door close, a shaken expression on his face.
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She kept her eyes on the other as avoided her gaze and began digging in his bag. Does he need something? Her worry rose quickly just before he pulled out the notebook and the pen and began writing. “Are you a mute or sick?” She wondered loud and bit her lip as he handed her the notebook. Looking over the words, she tilted her head. Her brows furrowed as she looked back up at him. Her face could’ve been taken for anger if she hadn’t spoken.
"Why are you apologizing? It’s okay. I just didn’t want you to die." Her face softened and she smiled, handing the notebook back. "Don’t apologize. Would you feel better if you sat by the window? We can switch spots. You won’t have to worry about the people." It wasn’t her fault that the bus was so crowded but she wanted to make him as comfortable as she could. She had an out for the circumstance they were in and he needed one too.
⌊⌘⌉ Mute or sick? Was he meant to reply to that? Luhan was sick, with many disorders. Taking the notebook in hand, Luhan listened to the female respond. She sounded angry, almost. Telling him not to apologize, but Luhan wanted to apologize for apologizing. Instead, he kept quite, hearing as the other continued. She spoke a lot, Luhan noticed. It was something he liked, though. It was almost like he admired people who could talk that way, saying what was on their mind and being able to come up with the right things so quickly. Did they even worry about what the other person would think? Luhan didn't know, he doesn't remember what it was like to live without anxiety. That's why he likes people who speak a lot, it gives him small ideas of what it would be like. It sure seems nice, though.
Coming back to reality, Luhan processed the thought of changing seats like the female had suggested. He wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but after a glance at the rest of the people who were occupying the rest of the seats, Luhan took a deep breath in before he began to write again.
⌊ "I'm sorry to trouble you," ⌉
Luhan scribbled that out, remembering what the female had said.
⌊ "I would like that, thank you." ⌉
Thirty minutes ago Kyungsoo felt like he was dying— not literally dying, just really fucking sleepy. He had been up almost all night working on a plot, something had come to him when he took a shower that night, only to crumple up the pieces of paper and harshly toss them into the trash can beside his desk around 4 AM.
He could hardly sleep because he was so pissed off at himself. This happens pretty often. Something that seems like a good idea comes to mind and then he spends forever working on it, only to realize that it seems to cliche, too overused, and he throws everything away.
Kyungsoo was still angry when he got up that morning and decided that maybe if he went somewhere then something would come to him, something that was unique. Sure, almost nothing unique could come from sitting inside a coffee shop because that was a very overused theme in today’s romance genre.
He didn’t really care though, he just needed a little caffeine in his system so that he at least didn’t feel like a zombie. So that’s why Kyungsoo entered the coffee shop that morning, muttering to himself about how fucking irritated he was with himself while the barista began to fix his coffee.
Once his coffee was done Kyungsoo reached for it with his left hand, his right hand coming up to pull the strap of his back pack higher up on his shoulder. He grasped the cup tightly as he carelessly stuffed his wallet into his back pocket before making his way over to a table by the window.
He sat there doing nothing but slowly drinking his coffee, closing his eyes as he felt the caffeine shoot into his system. He sighed in relief as he felt himself becoming less tense. He continue to quietly sip his coffee until something was placed on the table, making him reluctantly set his cup down before turning his head to see what the object was, frowning in confusion when he saw a wallet similar to his own.
He looked up to see a boy standing there— or maybe he was a man? All Kyungsoo knew was that he looked really nervous. He slowly picked up the wallet before immediately realizing that it was his. ”Thank you so much,” Kyungsoo said with a small smile as he carefully put his wallet into his pocket, making sure it went inside this time.
⌊⌘⌉ Luhan stood silently as the other stared at the wallet. He wondered if he'd gotten the wrong person, and that made Luhan want to run out of there as fast as he humanly could. What if he did? He just came and dropped a wallet on this guy's table? Why would he do that? Luhan was feeling extremely idiotic and regretful when the other male took the wallet, realizing that it really was his own. Luhan almost wanted to thank him for being the person in the photo. He slowly nodded, watching as the other placed it inside his pocket. Hearing the male thank him, Luhan turned around to the table behind him, drink being put down and notebook flipped open as quick hands scribbled down a response. Will that be enough? Putting his pen aside, Luhan took the notebook in his hand, turning back to the other. Facing the male, he outstretched his arm.
⌊ "I found it laying near the counter. It was lucky that you were still inside." ⌉
Luhan stood nervously, wondering what type of reaction the male would have. He was always nervous about that part, specially since he had been the center of many jokes ever since he stared using the notebook to communicate back. High school was hell, if you couldn't tell. Having a condition that apparently only kids in pre-k have sure was tough. Sometimes he had to pretend like he didn't notice the strange looks people would give him, but there had been times when frustration got the best of him and he ripped it apart, page by page, conversations after conversation, Luhan got rid of it all. Of course, he would have to buy a new one the next day. Yet, it was still frighting to leave that first impression, that obvious look on their faces that Luhan dreaded seeing so much.
his whispers were like thunderstorms his touches like explosions he destroyed and then he vanished.
a man with fire in his blood and ice on his fingertips;
an enigma of a character pulled and twisted with such vigor it was a miracle he made it out somewhat unscathed.
\max(i)-mi-lian\ — meaning the greatest.
a man sculpted to live up to his name, carved into a mold of perfection and expectation of nothing less.
maximilian shim, resurrected from the red of blood and the black of ashes.
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{ ▼ ] — He didn’t really know what he was supposed to expect and his fingers almost shook when he retracted his hands. These things always made him feel vulnerable, even though they shouldn’t. Maybe, it was because he knew that if he’d fall asleep somewhere like this, he wouldn’t wake up if someone started talking to him. Because he wouldn’t be able to hear them. It made him worried for a second. But he was relieved when the other moved a little, offering up a small smile towards him, not to seem hostile. His eyelids fluttered a few times as he was stared at, a brow quirking for a sliver of a second before his T-shirt was grasped and his jaw dropped. ” W-what..?” He questioned, obviously more than surprised and maybe even a little bit freaked out.
Then he was released and the other moved so quickly that Baekhyun had to fumble to keep his books in his arms. He stared for a moment, dumbfounded. But as always, he tried to make things a little bit better and he sat his books down on the table again, crouching down to scramble for the papers that had landed all over the library’s floor. He arranged them properly before he held them out for the other, smiling a little at the other. ” Well, I wanted to go grab a coffee to keep myself awake. ” He then said, still trying to brighten up the mood. Sure it had been a little bit odd to him, but he wasn’t one to judge. He had been judged his entire lifetime so it seemed stupid. ” You can always come with me if you don’t want to be alone. “
⌊⌘⌉ Luhan was still surprised at his own actions, in the last month, that was the first time he'd said something to a complete stranger, and out of all the things he could've said, Luhan did that. He was probably more freaked out about this than the other male was, though. Because the other was crouched down, calmly gathering all of Luhan's notes that had scattered all over the floor. He watched warily as the other did so, somewhere in his mind wondering if he should get down and help him pick up his own papers. Though, Luhan was still nearly frozen, and the thought of walking into active traffic was stronger than the ladder.
The first time Luhan moved was to take his papers from the others hand, still eyeing him apologetically, yet unable to actually apologize. The other was smiling, Luhan tried to smile too but the closest he had gotten to a smile that day was when he woke up in the morning and nearly flopped face-first into the ground after his feet tangled with a pile of clothing, and Luhan felt like he deserved that so much that it almost made him laugh, physically. Red-rimmed eyes kept a fixed stare on the other as he spoke, Luhan was surprised to hear his last line. Don't want to be alone? Luhan wanted to be alone, he usually did. The response was almost automatic, at least in his head. Physical Luhan opened up his notebook which had been laying together with the rest of his textbooks. He reached for his blue pen, quick fingers scribbling down the first coherent sentence Luhan could come up with. Hesitant hands picked it up, arm extending and showing the other.
⌊ "I don't want to be alone." ⌉
Luhan tried harder to display a friendly smile, not the help-me-I'm-so-lonely-and-miserable type of smile that he usually gave anyone who offered him any more than the average amount of attention he normally received.
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"Aha." Miyavi’s lips curled into a smile as he leaned over and read the words. "I see you’re not much of a talker, are you? It’s nice to meet ya, Luhan." He folded his arms across his chest, eyeing the other in a curious manner. "It’s cute though, don’t worry about it. Shy people are my favorite types." He chuckled.
⌊⌘⌉ Retreating the notebook, nervous eyes attempted to look at Miyavi while he spoke, but the ground was calling him out too. Hearing the other finish, a curved smile formed on Luhan's pale lips, pen scribbling underneath the last response. He'd title this one 'Miyavi, fond of shy people'. He showed the other the newly written words.
⌊ "It's a pleasure to meet you too. Really? I'm not shy, though." ⌉
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this is so random but since the start of this week i've been helping for a wedding (.//im gonna be a bridesmaid omg) i didn't know it would take this much time out of my hands but oh my god getting married is hard ok. i'm not sure until when i won't be so busy but we still have a lot of preparations left and yeah.
i'll tryyyyyy my best to come on and reply at last to a thing or two bc honestly i come home so exhausted from spending all day shopping and on the phone and just trying to get everything and i only come home to sleep omf but yes i guess every night when i come home i'll attempt to at least work on some drafts ok!
thank you to all of the new followers i'll do some following back tonight and i'll also update my tracker because i have to leave right now so no time
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"Hey, I'm Miyavi." He said with a dip of his head. "You are?"
⌊⌘⌉ Nervous hands showed the other his notebook,
⌊ My name is Luhan ⌉
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The long week has made him weary— feet dragging slightly and face fallen due to his lack of energy, and the insomnia that has plagued him for the last few nights hasn’t failed to make him wish he never had to get out of bed. However, there’s an excitement buzzing in him that disperses all of that as he enters the quiet cafe, a small smile tugging up the corners of his lips.
After greeting the elder with a brief smile and ordering a coffee for himself, he slides into the seat in front of his favorite doe-eyed friend, emitting a soft hum in greeting. He’s learned to be, not cautious, but rather delicate with this boy. He’s come to realize that they’re quite similar in certain aspects, but there are still sides of him— the more sad, bitter sides— that he would rather not show, even if it’s become quite clear that Luhan would understand his woes far more than most.
But even so, he tries his best to be the strong one— beats around the more delicate subjects with the mere hope that the elder won’t try to bring up how the sadness in his eyes doesn’t match the curve of his lips, or how his smiles waver just a bit when he gets lost in his thoughts. He’s not going to bring it up today, either, and his perfected ( or so he thinks ) front is put in place, forcing the sadness into the most inner parts of him.
"How was your week, hm?" The words are soft and laced with genuine interest, lips soon moving to sip at the bitter iced coffee in his hand, and he enjoys the coolness it brings in comparison to the muggy weather outside. "It’s a shame we didn’t get to meet up earlier in the week, but things have been crazy with uni starting up again soon and my internship."
⌊⌘⌉ Today, the sun seemed much closer than 93 million miles away. The heat of the day was already bad, seizing any energy Luhan had to spare, but meeting up at a cafe seemed like a wild idea before he remembered that they didn't only serve hot drinks. He sat patiently, messy black ink wrote down his order before he handed the ripped slip of paper to the waitress. With a slightly confused expression, she walked off with it and minutes later returned with his iced drink. A soft sigh, fingertips rubbed at his tired eyes and Luhan had to fight off the fatigue he'd been dealing with to try and not fall asleep there and then.
It wasn't long before he herd the sound of the door opening and in walked Luhan's only friend. He suddenly felt brighter, like he hadn't seen him in a while and with a dying ache to actually talk to someone. There were very few individuals who Luhan could talk to without using his notebook, and he was surprised to find Teamin, or maybe he was just really happy. Teamin never talked about it, never mentioned the way Luhan closed in on himself whenever he was around people, he never joked about Luhan being 'too loud' sarcastically and he never seemed overly surprised when Luhan would actually talk, laugh, or even smile. That was the reason why Luhan distanced himself from people, they just made it harder for him to speak. But with Teamin, it was easy. The tone the other male used around him was genuine, like he was speaking to any other friend. Whenever Luhan spoke, he didn't look at him like it was a rarity, didn't pay any special attention like most people did. Being around Teamin put him at ease, simply. His company didn't feel foreign, it felt-- normal, and the normal in Luhan's life was limited.
A small smile, Luhan didn't feel like a stranger sitting in the coffee shop alone anymore. Though, even if he could talk to Teamin, it was still hard deciding what to say. He stood silent for a moment, hesitant words rolled off his tongue, "I have been.. working, a lot." A second hesitation, that's not enough. "My boss always needs plenty, so even if he just wants a drink he'll call me." A small chuckle, Luhan took his drink "A-and yours?" He blinked up at the other, lips meeting with the green straw, a soft suck and Luhan was met with the bitter taste. Setting his drink back down, Luhan kept his gaze on the table before glancing at the other again, "I-I guess so. But it's fine, being busy is good, it means your life is moving-- at least somewhere." Luhan almost said very matter-of-factly before he quickly added "someone said that to me once." He smiled, the art of speaking came easy with Teamin sitting in front of him.
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He quietly observed the other as his eyes seemed to shift around nervously, never looking at him. The stranger seemed to be so deep in thought; thinking about what to say amd how to say it, yet not saying anything in the long run. He could practically see the nerves getting to him and this time he couldn't help but let a soft chuckle fall from his lips. His features were soft, oftering the other a gentle smile while he folded his arms in front of his chest. "I'm not going to bite." He said smoothly, voice dropping a bit as he stepped a bit closer. He leaned it, closely observing the other, watching the subtle changes in his expression and the obvious sense of discomfort.
He chuckled again, finding the reaction rather enjoyable; moving closer was all it took for the other to take a shakey step back and all too soon, the stranger was trapped. Jongin's hands rested on the wall, on either side of the other's head while he was close enough to let his breath gently fan against the stranger's cheeks. "There's no need to be scared," he teased softly, moving ever closer until their bodies were nearly pressed flush together. "Are you scared of me, hm?" His low voice purred out into the other male's ear. He could practically see the other's smaller form begin to tremble; they were so close, he could almost feel it. "Calm down." Jongin chuckled softly, gently leaning to nuzzle his nose against the other's soft locks. With them being trapped in the elevator, it was only natural that he'd want to take advantage of the situation. He wanted to milk every reaction he could from the man.
⌊⌘⌉ Luhan sent a wary look at the other when he herd a soft chuckle, almost as if he could sense Luhan's thoughts. He quickly directed his gaze down, unable to stare at the male for longer then a second. He didn't know why, usually, Luhan had a hard time talking to strangers all together, but somehow, somehow this person was different. Like he knew how trapped Luhan felt, he knew-- from the way he stood and the way he avoided his gaze. Maybe he could read Luhan too easily, or maybe he was just too intimidating. Luhan practically shivered when he herd those words, those rash syllables that rolled off his tongue so easily, so careless. Almost as if he wanted to tell him 'I'm actually going to bite'. Luhan's eyes were kept on the ground as he felt the other step closer, him closing in on himself as the other closed in on Luhan.
At the second chuckle, a shiver really crept down his spine, slowly and gently. The other was too close, much too close. Luhan didn't know how to react, he didn't know if he should say something. How was his breathing, by the way? The male was too focused on the others moves, unsure of everything and anything that could happen, he couldn't even take a moment to think.
The second the other took a step forward, Luhan took a step back, his breath getting caught in his throat with the others hands placed on either side of the wall. If he was trapped before, he was caged now. Like cat and mouse, Luhan was the small, hopeless mouse while the other was the hungry hunter. Feeling his knees get weaker, the warm breathing of the other as it gently creased his skin caused Luhan to quiver underneath his soft touch. Closing his eyes tightly, he wasn't sure if he was still breathing when the other spoke, clear amusement in his voice from Luhan's nearly fragile state. His body felt like it could give out any moment, trembling fingers from the closeness of their bodies as the other pressed against him. He suddenly felt something, his stomach felt warm and he could feel an erection rubbing against the fabric of his briefs. The soft skin that the other gently nuzzled against was quickly turning red, and Luhan couldn't help but wonder about the others lingering scent, strong but not too strong, sweet, almost. A scent that made him wonder if this was still reality. Yet he was still there, too shocked, too stiff, feeling as the other controlled him to his pure amusement.