Sweet voice, soft touch

Son of Bixie Yuanjun

[mp-yuta]

“good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Hello.” Yuta gave the younger a sleepy smile just as he steps into the spa ready for his appointment. The Japanese man might not have seemed like the type to head in for massages just from the way he carries himself, plus the dark clothes and wild two-tone hair. Yet here he was bright and early to enjoy himself. 

“I’m all yours, cutie. You’ll be my first here on the island.” he chuckled. “Should I..get changed or something?” 

[mp-anwei]

Anwei was sat on the other side of the bed. is eyes glancing at the clock `7:05` blinking in bright green numarals. His head cocked odd, to see someone be a breezy in the morning as this.

He runs his fingers through his messy brunette hair, He blinked turning around asstreetched his arms above his head. “Cutie?” He repreas not being familar with that word.

He then looked out the window as the man, questioned about getting changed. “So nice.” He sighes looking out the somewhat drizzly yet bright day outside.

[mpwukong]

Ruyi Bang’s Flirtations

[mpwukong]

Wukong’s eyes narrow as the young man begins to tred on dangerous ground and annoy him. Having Ruyi Bang in his hold again reminded him of his power in combat, and having some snarky demigod sat on his ass disrespecting him would not bode well. “SUN Wukong-” he repeats his full name, that the other had felt at liberty to shorted with familiarity that they did not share. “Also known as the Monkey King, Havoc of Heaven, God of Mayhem-” he makes sure to announce himself fully, not hiding the irritation in his tone as he steps closer and jabs him in the chest with the end of his weapon. 

“And this is not a cane” he snaps, eyes narrowing, “if you had even a basic understanding of martial arts you would know that” he huffs, not at all impressed. “Who are you? Not to know the gods you share this island with and to insult them so freely, hm?” His eyebrow arches, staff still pressed to the young man’s chest. 

[mp-anwei]

He moves forward wincing as a searing pain shot through his shoulder. He reaches out a hand pulling himself up with the `not a cane` that was poking his chest.

His eye twiched, as he was being demanding to respect someone, what been nothing more than a demanding brat.”Listen, just don’t leave your weapon laying around, witch is exactly what you did.”  Anwei crossed his arms.

“Also, no I don’t have any martial arts training. Like most people don’t.” His eyebrows knitted together;  wincing again as the pain seared through his shoulder.

[mperosx]

Immersive Learning || Anwei&Eros

continued from here with @mp-anwei

–*

    Eros smiles slightly when the other speaks calmly after becoming more awake. An accent, oh! The god had heard so many during his life and each was unique to not just their place to but to the people that speak them. It’s a pleasant surprise to hear one but he doesn’t immediately ask where the other is from.

    The mistake in grammar doesn’t thwart or disinterest him either, just makes him recall his first days outside the god realm. His tongue was slower to learn language then only a bit but it proved enough to make him understanding of those that try to speak in languages they are not accustomed to. “I understand. But what I don’t understand is how you have become injured. 

    Polite, Eros had not been looking at the other’s body. Just his face as they had been talking so he can’t see what upsets the other. Setting down the things he brought in Anwei’s hands the god rubs his eyes and then stands again. He’s not going away, it’s just that his ankles are done with the way that he was crouching next to the other man on the bench.

[mp-anwei]

How had be injuried himself? Anwei laughs tone musical as he stroked his fingers through his hair. “Tripped, over my,” he scratched his his cheek a little “Cat,” he said after thinking for a moment. “Brusing, all over my stomach,”

He moving forward before hissing and clutching his shoulder. “Aiya-” He winces before turning. “Older, injury.” He replied looking up at. it had been an ugly fall when he’d perminantly injuried his shoulder when he was thirteen.

“Can’t heal,” He pants, it was a horried tight, most searing and stabbing pain. That came and went. “This one, hurts much.” He winces again looking up at the stranger. He still smiles at the stranger through his wincing.

“I hit it, whilst hurting.” He takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “my stomach, sun heals, that” Theyoung man explains his powers. surface level injuries were easily healed by contact with the rays of sun rise or early morning.

“Who are you?” Anwei asked realising he hadn’t asked the stranger’s name yet. He offers out a hand “Dao Anwei.”

[mpwukong]

Ruyi Bang’s Flirtations

cont from here w/ @mp-anwei ft wukong & anwei

Wukong’s eyes narrow a little as he hears the boy shout, weapon still primed behind his back as he feels a little triumphant watching the demigod fall back onto his ass. Serves him right. 

“No, I am not old!” He calls back, aghast at the rudeness as his eyes widen. He looks barely over 35! Was that… old? It was difficult for the Monkey King to comprehend being old, because he was so naturally youthful and energetic! Seeing as the little theif was now on his ass, the doctor relaxes his stance a little. Twirling his weapon back to his side, Wukong eyes him curiously for a moment, before he moves over to offer out a hand and help him up to his feet. “My name is Sun Wukong” he greets, though still a little frosty, “you found my weapon, Ruyi Bang” he grumbles, as it had been him who had left her here after all.  

[mp-anwei]

From his spot now sitting upon in the grass looking up at this angry stranger. He sits there arms resting over his knees, feeling the comforting rays of sun over his back. It was still pretty early in the  morning.

Eyebrows knitting together as he watches the man twirl the cane in his hand, “Wu Kong,” he repeats. He leans back stilting his head to the side as he watches, This Wu Kong is petulant like a small child. He laughed to himself.

“Like a child, who wants their toy back,” He chuckles again finding this Wu Kong’s behaviour.  Reminiscent of his stepsister. He then slumps down to his stomach.  “Strange, A cane used as a weapon,” he smiled up at Wu Kong.

“So sad, such an immaculate object to find its use in such a violent activity.” His eyes locking on once more onto Ruyi Bang’s golden bands before his eyes sweep over the weapon's carvings.

[mpwukong]

👀

random muse encounters: 👀 holding a weapon REVERSED

“Where did I put it?” Wukong grumbles to himself as he slowly walks through the rushes in the nearby greenland, close to the hospital. He had weilded his faithful Ruyi Jingu Bang for centirues, she was as faithful to him as a sibling, her magic as strong as the day he’d claimed her, however only problem with a staff weapon that could disguise itself as anything similar, and a foolish monkey, meant he was forever losing it! 

He’d been playing with it, that really was the only word for it, playing. The greenland offered the perfect opportunity to stretch his legs, relive his glory days as the Monkey Warrior, feared even by the Jade Emperor-! Before he’d gotten a text that the next volume of his manga was available online so he’d upped and left her here… and now she was likely to be pissed. 

It is then that he notices he is not alone, a little way ahead he can make out slim shoulders, someone else was in the rushes? At this time? With his curiosity piqued the doctor trudges forward, parting reeds with his hands as he moves closer, only for his eyes to widen as he sees his staff, resting in the palms of a stranger. Her lovely dark mahogany wood shining in the low sun, her golden bands twinkling, flirting-! Not only had she made herself visible to the stranger, but she’d also let him pick her up! She should be far too heavy! 

“What are you doing with that?!” He snaps, announcing himself, his temper far too close to the surface for such a usually mild mannered man. Now he was like a toddler, watching another child play with his fire engine model. Holding out a hand he calls Ruyi Bang to him, the wood snapping from the boys hands into his own waiting palm and with a twirl he lifts her behind him, as if ready to strike. 

[mp-anwei]

What a pain it was to have an injury that his sunbathing couldn’t fix as it seemed his powers, could not ease muscle pains. He rubbed his right shoulder as he sat on a green next to the hospital.

Much like a  magpie, something shiny lying in the grass caught his dark beady eye.  glinting golden bands in the green grass. He sits up tilting his head to the side. An-Wei scoots closer goggling at the shiny gold rings.

He reaches out to pick up one of the golden rings. His eyes  widens an it appeared the gold is attached to some sort of stick.  An-Wei laughed grinning as he the wonderful carvings into the wood of the stick.

“A cane?” He asked himself running his fingers over the intricate winding patterns.  “The carvings, so beautiful and that gold. the old man, that owns you must  take good care of you.”

An-Wei was now standing on the grass, “So  lightweight.” He tosses it in the hair a couple time before catching.He brings his right hand to also hold the  cane. “Mohogany, you have be to very pricey.” He twirls the cane before standing it next to him,  transferring it to his left hand.

The brunette stumbles hears someone shouting. He then falls back the cane sudden snaps from his hands as the man stomps towards him.  “H-How?” He findingsputtered how, fiding himself landing back on the ground.

“Ughh,” before making an observation, “You ain’t an old man,” he looked at the stranger. Why would a healthy man need a cane?

[xmp-callum-deactivated20230330]

Red Light//Anwei & Callum

[xmp-callum-deactivated20230330]

mp-anwei‌: Anwei & Callum

 Anwei was very, very lost. He’d been wandering in a rather fancy side of town about an hour ago. He’d taken a wrong turn and  spiralled down several smaller side roads. Before being spat out in this district.It must have been another district the building looked  different. The streets seemed small morning winding and maze-like. side-streets, alley ways, the crowded bustling night life.The pink-haired  boy hummed being snapped from his memorising of the path he’d taken to  get here. “U-Uh Yah. appointment?” be blinked running his fingers  through his hair. “No, I l-lost,” he said. HIs tone soft.

He turned to woman, bobbing his head in a bow, Anwei was aware of how young he looked. He’d been by trainers in the past that it was a charming feature.

Callum raised an eyebrow skeptically. The boy must have zero sense of direction if he was this lost to wind up inside of a brothel. “You really have no idea where you are do you?” With a grand wave of his hand he gestured to the foyer around them, Karen rolling her eyes at yet another display of Callum’s dramatics. “This is Babylon. A brothel. You’re in the red light district.”

Was that a bit too blunt? Probably. Did he care? Not in the slightest. If the guy had found his way here than he should know exactly where he was stepping into. “The appointment I was referring to was for an escort.” Judging from his clothes Cal didn’t think the guy could even afford an escort even if he wanted one but he’d been surprised before.

[mp-anwei]

An-Wei blinked at the stranger who was walking to him. He looked around the place; it's comfortable. Like a hotel almost very indulgent, immaculate and expensive furniture. “Brothel?” He parrots back in Korean with a thick accent.

“Brothel, Brothel,” he mutters trying to commit this new word to memory.

“Red light!” he covered his mouth; a hazy pink blush covering  his cheekbones and bridge of his nose. The gears started to turn in An-Wei’s head, “Oh a,  Jìyuàn.”

“...Xiǎojiě...” He replied. He then puts up his hands and waves them in front of his. “No, no,” he shakes his head. “Ah, No appointment,” He looked around the place again. “Thought, it was..” he trails off a moment “Hotel here,” it  on the inside looked very much like a nice hotel lobby.

[mperosx]

“i don’t even remember going to bed.”

[[ The Magic of Fuller: book one || Currently Accepting!]]

–*

   Eros is crouched next to the man who seems to have fallen asleep at random in the warm seasonal sunshine. He totally gets that. The god himself was prone to falling asleep in pure exhaustion and landing that nap in the most unusual of public places. Just the same, the temperature outside had slowly risen during the day, and having spotted someone knocked out Eros had come back a while later to find the other still in the same spot.

  He holds out a drink to boost this stranger’s energy and a bag of trail mix. “You’re sadly not even in bed my dear. You fell asleep in the park! Here take these, they’ll help you get the energy to get back home. How are you feeling?”

[mp-anwei]

@mperosx

Anwei, rubbed the back of his hair rubbing out the stray bits of grass and leaves from the cinnimon-brown hair. He looks down at his stomach running his hand  down over the sinuous muscle. Every so often pressing down. Only to wince once. He then drops his shirt sitting up, “Heh, I need sunlight…” He turns to the stranger with a smile almost as bright as the sun. His accent was strong. “Sunrise, it heals,” he graps for the words that he’s looking form. “Simple? inguries.”

His Korean still was rather weak, having not been in Korea for very long. Very differant from Taiwan and China; it seemed.

“Better, than I am?” he asked pretty sure he’s misplaced the word for `Was`.

[xmp-yixing-deactivated20230330]

Lost// Anwei & Erh-Lang

[xmp-yixing-deactivated20230330]

mp-anwei‌: Anwei & Erh-Lang

Anwei, eyebrows knitted together as he looks down at the slip of paper the deceptionist on the ground floor gave him.  A small cotton ball of a cat mewing around his ankles. He looks down at the mewing kitten beforee petting it. The cat, Candy detested the cat carrier, blantnly refusing to enter to but would attenetivly follow him where ever he went. Rolling his eyes as her; Anwei laughed warly scopping the kitten up.

A light golden hue to his naturally black hair. “It has to be a hotel, nonsense is this an aparentment building. No even in Taipei… Hell not even Beijing.” He was cut off in his whispers as he heard a stern voice.

The light blue fabric of his silken shirt catching the wind. A little as he turns around sharply; still holding the kitten.

He cocked his head to the side, scrunching his nose as he saw a rather stern looking man. tepping forward a little bit. “That woman at the front desk, wouldn’t have givin me the wrong Key, SIr. I don’t think,”

Erh-Lang raised an eyebrow at the comment. What reason would he possibly have to lie about that? “Go ahead and try it if you want but it won’t work. The room numbers are the same on both floors but the level is not. You will only alert the god that lives in the room you try to unlock.” Whether or not the child actually did was of no consequence. That god or goddess would just tell him the same.

With a click his own door opened. Maybe some remnant of his soul remained or maybe he just didn’t want to deal with potential backlash but something compelled him to turn around once more. “There is a map at the end of the hall by the elevator. Check that if you don’t believe me.” He stepped into his apartment and closed the door. If the kid took his advice he would be fine and if not he could not give advice to someone who didn’t want to take it.

[mp-anwei]

Anwei blinks at the stranger, clocking his heel against the floor of thehall away. He laughs a beaming bursting onto his face. “C-Candy,” He laughs as the kitten paws at his face having clibes on to his shoulder. His laugh was almost a bright and warm as the sun. in the early morning before it had fully risen. He turns back to the stranger trying a failing to ignore his kitten. “Aiyooo,” he leans back at the oor witch he’d intended to open. His eyes almost glowed, “Well that is -,” he chuckles, something lower for in his chest as he kitten conctinued to invain climb on to his head. “just con-confusing.” he gently manuvers the kitten onto his arms. Petting her head gently.

“Aiyooo,” he conposes himself a little, the golwing in his eyes a bright. “Silly nonsense, same numbers on two floors,” he tuts shaking his head.

[mp-jungjin]

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring | Anwei & Jungjin

[mp-anwei]

@mp-jungjin

It was Jungjin’s turn to shake his head. It was wishful thinking that this guy might be able to unscramble someone’s brain but perhaps that something only a god might be able to do. “My powers aren’t something that you can heal from..As long as you are okay..I think we can get out of here now. The guy that I..” he stops short not wanting to think about it in depth anymore. “He’s not coming back..he lost his mind.”

Just as the other slowly gets up JJ pulls himself up onto his shaky legs as well. He hardly notices when the other pulls off his hat to show his disheveled blonde hair and pulls out something else to cover him in. Something about the guy started to remind him a bit of his little brother, but a lot softer. If Woojin found out what happened here, he wasn’t sure how the younger would respond. Sure the guy that was after him deserved it, but the toll it takes on him is too great for him to bear. “Thank you..for this..” he says softly, his hazel eyes looking around at the downpour, gray clouds still covering the island. “I..I should get home to change..”

-

Anwei cocked his head as he listened to the blonde talk,that sounded interesting. Sounds like idol training, that shit changes you forever. He offere a sympathic look to the stranger, this guy e was trying to get away from sounded horrible.

“Woah. careful there bud.” He slipped back into Mandarin as he watched the other wobble on his legs he grabs on to the elder to stablize him. “What’s your name?” he asked tilting his head to the side again as they walked along the pavemenat.

“Ahhh, no problem.” He waves in his chuckling as he smiled at him. “Oh,” he blinked his wide brown eyes. “I’m Anwei.” He laughs again rubbing the back of his neck.

“Probably, but it’s pouring down and I think my apartmenat is closer.” he grinned at him stroking a hand through his soaked hair. despite the rain it, didn’t appear to really bother Anwei.

[mp-anwei]

[xmp-callum-deactivated20230330]

Red Light//Anwei & Callum

@mp-anwei

Once again Callum was left waiting for a client who was running late but swore they would be there. Whatever. The guy had already paid. If he didn’t show up on time that just meant that Cal was getting paid to take a night off and there was nothing wrong with that. He casually leaned against the front desk watching Karen sift through more potentials for him. Her twitching eyebrow only served to amuse him further as he hovered. She was about to say something to him when the front door opened and a boy, probably around his age came in. Callum cocked his head curiously. Obviously this boy didn’t work there. Unless Morrigan was hiring again. A quick glance at Karen proved useless as she was just as confused as he was. He rolled his eyes and spoke up since she wasn’t going to. “Welcome to Babylon. Are you here with an appointment or are you here for a job?”

[mp-anwei]

 Anwei was very, very lost. He'd been wandering in a rather fancy side of town about an hour ago. He'd taken a wrong turn and  spiralled down several smaller side roads. Before being spat out in this district.It must have been another district the building looked  different. The streets seemed small morning winding and maze-like. side-streets, alley ways, the crowded bustling night life.The pink-haired  boy hummed being snapped from his memorising of the path he'd taken to  get here. "U-Uh Yah. appointment?" be blinked running his fingers  through his hair. "No, I l-lost," he said. HIs tone soft.

He turned to woman, bobbing his head in a bow, Anwei was aware of how young he looked. He'd been by trainers in the past that it was a charming feature.

[xmp-yixing-deactivated20230330]

Lost// Anwei & Erh-Lang

@mp-anwei

Things were quickly falling into place but there were still a few things to be done before he could return to the heavens. Which, unfortunately meant he had to continue this farce for at least a little while longer. Truthfully it was difficult to maintain a level of emotion he no longer felt. 

That became even more apparent when he stepped through the elevator door of the building to get to his apartment and low and behold, a demigod stood there looking about as lost as it is possible to look. He already knew where this was going. He strode to his door and began to unlock it, speaking to the young man without looking at him. “You’re on the wrong floor. This is the gods level. Demigods are down below.” His tone was no nonsense but it was not hard or mean. Just carefully crafted indifference.

[mp-anwei]

Anwei, eyebrows knitted together as he looks down at the slip of paper the deceptionist on the ground floor gave him.  A small cotton ball of a cat mewing around his ankles. He looks down at the mewing kitten beforee petting it. The cat, Candy detested the cat carrier, blantnly refusing to enter to but would attenetivly follow him where ever he went. Rolling his eyes as her; Anwei laughed warly scopping the kitten up.

A light golden hue to his naturally black hair. “It has to be a hotel, nonsense is this an aparentment building. No even in Taipei... Hell not even Beijing.” He was cut off in his whispers as he heard a stern voice.

The light blue fabric of his silken shirt catching the wind. A little as he turns around sharply; still holding the kitten.

He cocked his head to the side, scrunching his nose as he saw a rather stern looking man. tepping forward a little bit. “That woman at the front desk, wouldn’t have givin me the wrong Key, SIr. I don’t think,”

[mp-anwei]

Oils and insense: Anwei/Joong

Halo, Salon and Spa. A soothing little establishment. Located in the sprawling town of Mount Phoneix. Anwei was brimming with excitement he looked up through the skylight, in the ceiling. Of his private massage room.

He hummed rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt. before tightening his belt. "Aiyah, Need to eat more, not a trainee now. "Need  to eat more, not a trainee now." He sighed under his breath; as he lights up the rosewater oil. That sat in small hanging bowls that hung for ropes at the sides of the room.

Anwei turned to the small shrine, before he lit it and it; setting it in a small broze pot at their end of the shrine table. “Hmm, Health of my  family and Luck.” he hums My first client is coming today and I don’t want to mess this up,” He bows once in front of the shrine.

The brunette smiles lighting a couple non-scented candles on the shrine “Brought something Grandfather.” He hummed sadly pulling out a small packet of Moon cakes and placing it on the shrine table.

Anwei stood ready to recived his first client he was so nervious about this going his hand shook slightly as he waited. His ran his finges through his tousled brunette hair.

[mp-anwei]

🌨️ : drenched from the rain

An-Wei pushed the hood of his jacket back a little hit, It was pouring down. Rain so heavy and thick it was like a sheet pouring down on the ground below. puddles scattered all over the pavement, various sizes. The surfaces splashing as the rain continued falling.

As he made it sound the home straight to his apartment building. He stopped in his tracks watching as under a tree, Lacking any protection from the weather stood a girl. Hair hanging limp and stuck to her head. Clothes so laden with water that it was beginning to pool in the creases for her top.He starters running over to her without a second thought, He bearly knew anyone who lived here, He shrugs his jacket off in a hurry. “No Question ma’am follow me,” he said firmly. She’d get so awfully sick if she stood there until the rain passed over.

“Quickly now, follow me,” Hangings the hood of his jacket on her stretching it over her head. He points to the Chinese pantheon building “I live there, you can stay inside with me until this passes over ma’am.”

[mp-anwei]

🍃 : swaying on feet

Anwei’s brows knitted together, that stranger looked very unstable as he moved. swaying like bamboo would in the wind. “Excuse me, sir,” he said uncertain and his legs carried him towards the possibly drunken stranger. “Uhh, Sir are you alright?” `Dear lord please don’t let him be aggressive` Anwei thought squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. It’s about fourteen hours until next sunrise, he really didn’t want to get hurt.

[mp-anwei]

Raindrops: Flashback self-para

An-Wei sat on the strps of his step-stepmother's home. His fingers tangled in his shaggy black hair, He lent back, Stepmom. How quick could you move on from your own wife going missing?

He pulls at his hair before groaning. They drop to rest on the  wooden steps as he slumped back looking up at the sky. His wife had gone  Missing, Mom. missing she'd disappeared. His nails dig into the varnished wood. How could his dad expect this of him?

The woman, wouldn’t ever be his mother, She didn’t even look the same.  He looks up when he hears a familiar. looking out the street, beyond the porch. It was raining.. the sky a pale grey and darker clouds hung over head. 

From his earliest memories, Anwei remembered. That he’d always water had always fascinated him. River, lake, sea or just rain. its many forms had always interested him. How he’d always been told to get out the rain but then Be allowed in to the sea when at the beach. it found that confusing,

He found him on his feet, in a grey t-shirt and blue shorts. Sandals weren’t exactly the best footwear for rain but he didn’t care. He swore he could hear her laughing. Not That woman. No. His mom.

“Ma?” He turns around looking for her, The pelting raindrops had already soaked his hair. His bangs stuck flat to his forehead. The shaggy mop he called down. hung down; heavy with water.

His shirt clung around his shoulders and over his stomach. Flat anf firmed after a couple years training. His short hung sodden from the down pour.

He gasped like something had just grabbed him. His stomach twisted and his throat felt tight. “Ma, Y-You can’t be...” He said, speaking MIddle Chinese, his lips tugged at the cornerrs. “Why? You’re st-still there...” he said wheezing through.

“I k-know, Ma, you can’t be....you’re still there... Yo-yo-you gotta b-be,” He mats his fingers in to his hair again, coughing . “Pl-please Dad...Let h-him kn-know-” he coughs again wheezing harshly. “Le-let him. Let him kn-. you’re the-” he starts wheezing.

Rain, was many things, light, heavy, dizzle storm. But when it rained Anwei could hide, Could hide his tears from his brother and father. Just like the rain; tears were water,

[mp-anwei]

🌌 : laughing uncontrollably

Floored Anwei stood there bemused, watching as the elder continued to laugh, and laugh. He reached hand shaking a little bit. He couldn’t feel a negative emotion coming from the stranger. But he was concerned “ Ge? A0are you okay?”