(hiatus) rebirth

Lay - Zhang Yixing - Phoenix - 22 "Make way, royalty is coming. Fly high, while you're still able to, and in time, your wings will surely touch the ground." ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚

[phoenixxing]

! O O C !

I'll be removing Yixing from Insolitus Academy, as I don't have nearly enough time to keep up with things and I'd hate to keep his face claimed when I can't do as much with it as I'd like. I'll most likely continue with him as an indie eventually, since I spent quite some time on his character and story, and I'd feel horrible wasting that potential.

( For those that were paraing with me, I'm very sorry for pulling out like this. As far as I know I didn't have any important character developing plots going with any of you, but having a para dropped can suck a lot anyway, so I apologize! If you want to continue or at least finish the para as a memory para then I wouldn't mind that and you're welcome to message me and we'll keep it going! If not, then I'll assume you're okay with leaving it discontinued. )

Thank you for your time!

(っ◕‿◕)っ ~♥

[leehyeri-ia-deactivated20131103]

(/she is taken aback by his sudden question) N-no….I’m not sad. 

Why were you so dazed? Are you sad?

[phoenixxing]

Me? No, I'm just... (/bites his tongue as he tries to think of the right word, stopping in front of the tree and leaning around it to look at her better.) ... Just like that. Sometimes. I think a lot. Don't you do that?

[leehyeri-ia-deactivated20131103]

(/nods slowly, examining him, fidgeting as he stared at her)

Yes…(/looks down at herself)…I think so…

[phoenixxing]

... Okay. (/offers a small, slightly hesitant smile.) Why only think, though? (/takes a few more steps towards the tree.) Are you sad?

[oldkscodders-deactivated2014110]

[phoenixxing]

(/he’s nearly in front of the tree when he suddenly catches sight of the head poking out from behind it and he jumps slightly in surprise; blinking and staring silently for a few moments before offering the girl a smile and giving a light wave of his hand.)

[leehyeri-ia-deactivated20131103]

(/she blinked as the boy jumped back and waved his hand at her. Hesitatingly, she waves back. A moment of silence goes by before she speaks)

"Are you ok?"

[phoenixxing]

(/furrows his eyebrows, glancing down at himself as if to check for anything out of place.)

... Yes? (/looks up again, studying her.) ... Are you?

[leehyeri-ia-deactivated20131103]

(/flips through book, writing down any notable information. Hearing a shuffling behind the tree she sits under, she glances around the tree to see a dazed looking boy making his way to the tree)

[phoenixxing]

(/he's nearly in front of the tree when he suddenly catches sight of the head poking out from behind it and he jumps slightly in surprise; blinking and staring silently for a few moments before offering the girl a smile and giving a light wave of his hand.)

[phoenixxing]

teamwork || lay&jeongmin

[fairy-jeongmin]

The fairy had always been the one to take school on an unserious matter. It wasn’t something he meant to do — but his mind had it too simple to flutter away in the middle of a class, bringing unimportant and rather unneeded thoughts to focus on instead of the words spoken by the teacher. There were very few occasions when something did manage to catch his attention: some of those listed were french and nowadays, psychology. For some unknown reason, Jeongmin looked happily forward to those hours he could spend with doing researches on the mind of many; he was curious about how actions and thoughts were connected, what emotions were caused by and wanted to know how different mental diseases could affect one’s life. The last one, of course, had hidden personal sense to it — the boy hoped that he would finally catch the reason for the panic swirling up within him at unexpected situations.

Finally, the project awaiting might had the answers Jeongmin was looking for so desperately.

The male he got paired up with wasn’t someone he was familiar with, other than having seen him inbetween classes and even on the day he arrived. They had never shared a word that could have been near put the friend zone —and it was all Jeongmin’s fault who had completely lost motivation to make friends. He had observed people arriving on daily basis but it truly never occured to him that he should try and let them pull him out of the deep pit he had fallen into; he watched them interact with people and was completely content with how things had settled down on his side. The fairy had a feeling that this time, he could not shake off the responsibility tossed towards him when his name was called after Yixing’s. After all, needing to do a research together meant putting just the same amount of trust into each other — which could not be reached without feeling up the other’s mindset. This could have been a chance to make friends; something the boy was deeply in need of, though would never admit.

Jeongmin approached the library, the place set up for their first meeting, with a rather demure expression softening his features. It was hard to tell if the fairy was indeed feeling nervous; but deep within, he could feel it slowly swirl in him as he realized how long it had been since he had to reach out towards someone: to look friendly and make a good expression. The study was the quiet people’s demesne, a group of people the fairy had learnt to belong to, and as he walked between the tables with quiet and feather like steps, he tried to make as little noise as possible — he knew how incredibly bothering he could be when someone did not respect the silence wanted in such a room. The moment the dark and calm glimmer of his orbs caught the first glance of the boy waiting for him, he felt a shy smile curl over the plump edge of his lips and from that moment on, it only took a brief one second for him to arrive to the table the Phoenix had chosen for their first day of work. “Hey.” The greeting slipped out of the small boy in a whisper as he leaned against the table, not sitting down just yet. “I’m not late, am I?”

[phoenixxing]

The atmosphere of the library was one Yixing found himself easily losing himself to. The Hangul became boring rather quickly after he'd read the first row of books on the shelf opposite him, so he allowed the faint sounds of pages being turned, pencils hurriedly scribbling across papers and quiet, hushed conversation to lull him into his slowly forming habit of daydreaming, instead. Not about anything in particular, either, only brief scenarios that passed by and were soon to be forgotten and replaced by another, but it was consuming enough of Yixing's attention that when he became aware of the fairy's presence he jerked slightly in surprise and found himself disoriented (not that it took much to gauge that reaction, really).

"Hello--" He shifted his eyes from the window he'd been gazing out of to instead focus on his classmate, offering the other what he hoped was a friendly smile. There were a few awkward moments where Yixing suddenly forgot what the fairy was called and thus desperately racked his brain for his name, knowing that people didn't seem to like it very much when he forgot things like that,  and eventually rediscovered 'Jeongmin', and relaxed a little bit. "-- Jeongmin. Hello, Jeongmin."

"No, not late." Yixing said, not even looking at the time to confirm. "Are you ready?" Scooting his own chair slightly to the side, the phoenix flashed another smile and nodded at the seat beside his own, gesturing for Jeongmin to take it before turning towards the small stack of things he'd dumped on the table upon arrival -- pencils, erasers, notebooks and two big, slightly intimidating volumes on psychology. Lips parting in the beginning of another question, Yixing abruptly paused with the words at the tip of his tongue and changed his mind, realizing something belatedly and looking rather sheepish as he glanced at the fairy. "Sorry,-- do you know my name? I don't think we have talked before, so, I'm Lay. If you didn't know, I mean." And then after another few moments of silence, one of Yixing's hands drifted up to the back of his neck and he scratched it nervously before continuing with another bright smile. "Nice to meet you, anyway."

[phoenixxing]

(/shuffles through campus with a dazed, almost blank expression on his face, stopping momentarily to look around before finding a tree a few feet away and continuing his lazy waltz towards it; intending to sit down and relax for a bit.)

[phoenixxing]

a dream within a dream || lay&jieun

[leejieun-ia]

"No!" The word was muffled by the pillow her face was buried in and with a gasp the dark angel shot up from her bed with her head whipping about wildly. Brown iris’ soon grew used to the darkness and it dawned on the female that she was in her room, in her bed. Flopping onto her back she clutched at the sheets enjoying the feel of their coolness against her clammy hands as she concentrated on calming her beating heart. There seemed to be no other stirring in her room meaning her outburst hadn’t awoken her room mate and for that she was glad. He deserved to sleep peacefully and had she bothered him she was sure the guilt would have ate at her for days; he had enough to worry about without her help. 

She wasn’t sure how long she laid there in the dark silence before it got to be too much for her. She had to get up and move, she needed to be doing something anything to take her mind off her dreams. A gentle push and her covers were removed from her body. Rising from the the bed she swung her legs over the edge and slipped her feet into the slippers there. As she turned to grab her jacket her wings brushed the nightstand by her beg knocking a book to the floor and she cringed at the sound waiting with baited breath to see if it would awaken her roommate yet still there was silence from him. Grumbling to herself the dark angel continued gathering the few things she would take with her more carefully this time. It was almost a month she had been back and she still hadn’t quite gotten used to having her wings back nor had she mastered keeping them hidden most of the time when she wasn’t in need of them. 

Ten minutes later and she was slipping out of the dorm room, her fingers against the door to insure that it would close with utmost silence and once shut she let out a soft sigh. What was there to do at this hour? She could slip away off campus and get food, coffee, maybe even liquor but then she would risk running into bad company which she seemed to do every time she departed the gates alone. There was always the common rooms but they would either be eerily silent or full of people studying. “And so the roof it is,” it was the perfect hour to star gaze or to stare at the moon, not to mention she could stretch out her wings and not worry about them being a bother. 

As if on autopilot her legs carried her through the halls and up the stairs until she reached the door to the roof. With a tentative push she opened it and as she stepped out made a face at the feeling of the warm air. It wasn’t uncomfortable but neither was it the cool breeze that she had hoped for and forgotten rarely existed in the dead of the summer. Slipping her jacket off, Jieun tied it around her waist as she shuffled around heading for the ledge. It wasn’t until she glanced up that she realized she wasn’t alone. Brown eyes widened at the sight before her, a boy slowly being consumed by fire, and the angel stood speechless as she watched. It didn’t seem to be hurting him so she didn’t move to help him, instead it seemed as if he were enjoying himself and so she silently took a seat to watch in rapture. As beautiful fiery wings drew up from his back, she began to clap as if an audience member in a magic show and her silence was broken. “That’s so, how do you do it? I’ve never seen someone use fire like that! It doesn’t hurt you?” 

[phoenixxing]

Nothing would ever come as naturally to the Phoenix as fire did, would, and always had. At times he would stubbornly insist that it didn't come to him and it was instead drawn out from his very core, a piece of his own soul manifested and bared as a secret well-kept in its glory and the indescribable relief he felt upon releasing it. His bare feet were slightly cold against the asphalt of the roof and he curled his toes and wiggled them; the childishness of his actions and the bright smile on his face blending together under the light of the flames that danced across his frame and stretched from his back in the form of wings itching to carry him through the air.

Yet despite that, it was tranquility in its simplest form. And it overtook him for quite some time; consuming his attention and clearing his mind simultaneously in a form of meditation one ought to be hesitant to interrupt. In the end, one wasn't-- and Yixing's concentration was broken and the fire around him flared for just a moment as he attempted to regain his balance and composure and turn around to face whoever it was that had spoken to him; the foreign words flying around his head for a few seconds before he realized what language had been spoken and what she'd actually said to him.

A rather enthusiastic woman was watching him from not too far away, seemingly unfazed by the heat he was radiating and the dead of night that bore down on them like a thick blanket. Yixing ended up staring at the way the strands of her hair shifted in the wind for longer than what was probably acceptable, and once he came to, a slightly apologetic frown crossed his features and he bowed his head.

"Uh-- no, I like it. Feels good." He answered dumbly, lowering his hands and extinguishing the flames covering them so as not to set fire to his own pants -- though that would be a hell of a first impression, it wasn't one he'd like to make. "I'm sorry, did I bother you? I didn't check if someone was here before I... yes." Yixing's head bobbed in a quick nod, his eyes scanning the woman with little suspicion and brimming curiosity as he tried to decide which question to ask first, finally settling for, "Why are you not sleeping?"

[kimp05]

his laugh……..is love

[allaboutchinese]

无论过去发生过什么，你要相信，最好的尚未到来。 Whatever with the past has gone, the best is always yet to come.

[phoenixxing]

mythos || lay&jaehyo

[dragonblood-jaehyo]

From the very beginning of the phoenix’s reaction to the end, it seemed that all of a sudden, Jaehyo would have a bit of explanation work to do.  He was a dragon, yes, because the “blood” part was technically supposed to be in parenthesis, but the strange noise that emanated from the other’s throat made it clear to him that perhaps he was expected to be much more than he really was.  He could barely manage to get his own amazement suppressed enough for a vague nod and had just been about to explain something before the other began to flood his hearing holes with a slew of questions that made him want to burst out laughing.

"L-lizard boy?" he repeated, a laugh seeping slightly into his words.  "Good one."  He had, again, been about to say something, when birdy boy Lay suddenly seemed just as amazed at his own existence as he had been upon seeing the brilliant wings of fire that erupted from the other’s back.  Jaehyo’s smile faltered a little; he didn’t exactly want to break it to the boy that he wasn’t quite what he was expected to be—honestly, judging from the other’s reaction, his abilities and actual relationship to being a dragon were being overestimated and he, from his own experience, knew that it was slightly disappointing to know that someone was not what they’d been expected to be.  Deciding it best to break the news early, he had taken the pause as an opportunity to speak.

He had only just opened his mouth when the aforementioned pile of questions seemed to fall from the sky and smack onto his face, and immediately after hearing the third question he had been unable to suppress his amusement to a manageable level.  Why am I so small? he thought to himself, I’m small! I’m 1.81 meters tall and I’m small.  I don’t know why I’m so sma—did he just ask me if I have a tail? I don’t know buddy, do you see a tail? The temptation to turn around and pat his own butt cheeks to display a glaring lack of such an appendage was so large that he might have really done it had it been someone whose opinion he didn’t see himself caring about in the future.

But his favorite, by far, was the last.  ”Yes, actually,” he began, unable to stop himself from laughing harder and harder as his answers progressed.  ”I do actually breathe fire when I eat spicy food; it’s quite a shame that you don’t, but it makes going to restaurants difficult because then people will stare at you.  Unfortunately I can’t really fly, no, and I also don’t have a big tail—and I’m not sure why I’m so small, I think you should check with my birth parents because I’m not sure how tall they were.”  After another solid thirty seconds of straight snorts and chuckles, he was finally able to straighten himself out and spoke again.  ”But, in all honesty, we’re not as cool as you guys, I think.  We don’t retain as much of the stuff as you do.  And that’s why I can’t fly or don’t have a tail—but I suppose we are relatively similar, seeing as we’re both kind of reincarnated fire-things.  You know, you seem really funny, birdy boy, and I’m sure my kind likes your kind in general.  So I accept, yes.”  He grinned, for the first time feeling comfortable with the words since coming to the academy.  ”Let’s be friends.”

[phoenixxing]

Yixing was only somewhat aware of the fact that his enthusiasm could be overwhelming at times, and in his excitement at meeting such a majestic creature -- seriously, a dragon! -- that thought was completely and utterly squashed and ushered to the back of his mind; somewhere it couldn't invade on his beautiful fantasies of dragons and phoenixes flying through the sky and generally being rather fantastic. Jaehyo's amusement was only a welcome addition to Yixing's already growing excitement, and even though his thoughts raced ahead of him and swirled with the new information he had just received he felt a surge of pride and happiness at having banished at least some of the anxiousness the other seemed to have been feeling before.

"Do the humans get angry since you burn down their source of food whenever you eat ddeokbokki? ... Is it worth it?" He mused aloud, taking Jaehyo's answers to heart and squinting as he continued to study the other from head to toe and only stopping when the other managed to subdue his laughter and reply more seriously. (Though Yixing had thought he'd been serious from the start, but no one needed to know that.) "Well, it doesn't really matter how much you still have. I mean, you are still a dragon there, right? In heart." While emphasizing his question by poking Jaehyo's chest, Yixing's smile was brilliant as the other seemed to recognize them as kin or related in some way -- even if it was just through their affinity for the element of fire, knowing someone at least a little bit similar to him was more satisfying than he'd thought it would be.

Pleased and relatively calm now, Yixing grinned back at Jaehyo and allowed himself to bask in his own contentment and amazement; his wings still manifest behind him and sending waves of heat through the area as they beat through the air in a slow, rhythmical movement not nearly as erratic as when he'd at first found out what the other was. "So you don't have a tail or any wings, lizard boy..." Yixing started off, leaning to the side as if to make sure Jaehyo wasn't actually hiding a tail behind himself before continuing. "Would you like to fly with me sometime?" He asked, looking hopefully up at the taller man, yet managing to keep his excitement mostly in check and his wings from fluttering in a flurry of oranges and reds at his back. "Unless you'd roast to crisp in the heat of my wings, which I think is unlikely. I hope so? That would be sad, please don't come with me if you would die horribly. But you're a dragon, so you probably would not, I mean, you breathe fire and all. Yes? I can bring spicy sauce to even it out."

[phoenixxing]

black pearl || tablo&lay

[demoniablo]

It was the latter of the initial options; disregarding the employee’s hesitance as a result of his own dispassion. Apathy, stolidity that had solidified and intensified in the wee dawn of the other’s suspicion — enhanced through the ambition that had coursed through his veins like a blaze setting light to a tomb that remained shut: desire. His desire, specifically, and while it was certainly not even to imply that the teacher had never succumbed to such a sentiment, it was to say that times in which the teacher continued to pursue after suffering such a blatant barricade were few and scarce. And it was because of that same stolidity; so immense in its influence that it was difficult for the teacher to muster a reason to care after being shut down with such promptness — but in this moment, he had built himself a levee. One that he used with quiet tactic; ushering those waters of frozen bitterness to surge and drown out the basic logic that steadied the other’s words — hushing out the rationale and honing in on his ambition.

"If you do not know me," the demon began, a buzzing hum fluttering through the backdrop of a melodious baritone; hollowed orbs gluttonously consuming the attention that the employee had offered them with such direct contact. Obsidian tides rippling like kaleidoscopic fragments dipped in the ink of oil then salvaged by the sun; as his fingertips greeted the leather binding he previously held — the curling motions those appendages made more like niceties now. Subtle indications of his current possessiveness — a gesture he was sure the other could comprehend.

"Then there is no reason to ask about anything in concern for me, because you will not be seeing me again; because you do not know my name, because you do not know me." He breathed then — lips pursed as the air they exuded was curt but frank; condescending in its briefly lived moment as a smirk went on to caress and shape that aforesaid pursing. "All that you do know, is that I am an visitor that wishes to purchase this item from you, because it is your store — a place where customers are supposed to do said purchasing — that offered this book to said customers. You don’t have to interrogate me on irrelevant things — I’m sure that’s not in your job description."

"What’s more,” he drawled briefly, “is that this is an occult shop. A shop for with the charms, enchantments, and other necessities for all witchcraft and otherworldly magick. Don’t you think that I would’ve had some prior idea of the dangers that any item here could potentially hold? Don’t you think that any item here is potentially dangerous depending on what hands it falls into? Do you question all your customers like this, or is this a treatment you reserve for those that you are particularly specific of?” He hummed delicately, mocking in consideration as his head quirked then — eyes narrowing to venomous slits whose acid was but a dead sliver; easing its injection into the pores speckled throughout the employee’s hide. “I do know what I am buying — as does anyone if they seek to buy it, no? There would be the point of me being so insistent if I didn’t. Subjecting me to your preconceived caution because of a blatant distrust you try to put in the guise of ‘inability’, is also not in your job description. So sell me this book already, — please" — an emphasis that lithely totted a sneer — "before I actually become offended here."

[phoenixxing]

The Phoenix remained silent, poised in a stance reflecting his unease and contumacy through the cock of his hips and the slight furrowing of his eyebrows above a gaze trained on the other’s fingers where they rested not too far from his own; the leathery texture of the book undoubtedly pleasing to the both of them and further fueling the possessiveness and tension between them. It was unprofessional of him, Yixing knew, and he took little offense when the customer wasted no breath pointing it out to him with words sharp enough to cut through most people’s resolve, but not his.

“Of course, everything here is dangerous.” He agreed with a brief puff of pride, perhaps in an attempt to battle the snake curling in his belly the longer he gazed into the man’s eyes. The urge to declare himself as one of the dangers of the store bubbled up within him, but the Phoenix barely managed to hold himself back from such hostility. Yixing had no way of really knowing what the man was capable of and could only judge and draw ill-informed conclusions from the other’s disposition; the undeniably powerful presence and the authority in which the man carried himself, based on misplaced arrogance or justified conceit -- Yixing didn't know. His response would remain the same either way, so in the end he supposed it would not even matter as he, the Phoenix, would always be stronger.

He believed this to be -- knew it to be true in several ways, yet the fact that communication was not one of them became distinctly obvious as the man continued to speak and voice his indignation with words that flew over Yixing's head and confused him. They served their purpose in the end and put him in his place, brought him back down and riled him up simultaneously as their meaning escaped his grasp and his jaw clenched rhythmically in a frustration whose root burned in his one weak spot, so effortlessly utilized by the one before him.

"... Routine question, is all." Yixing offered a light smile lacking enough sincerity to emphasize the small dimple in his cheek as his eyes, narrowed and dark, glared down at the man almost condescendingly as he tilted his head to the side. His voice was smooth as he chose to speak words he fully understood rather than venture into unknown territory to match the other's vocabulary. "Stay calm, sir." His gaze drifted pointedly from the agitated customer down to the object that had caused such a stir on a seemingly normal afternoon -- even if only briefly -- and he carefully dragged his fingers over the rough leather binding in the withdrawal of his hand; his hold over it loosening while the other's remained.

"140,000 yen." The Phoenix said, not taking his eyes off the book that rested before them while stating its price. It was no resignation, he reminded himself, even as his own pride burned in his chest and demanded he do something about the way the other had spoken to him; but Yixing did not act on it. Perhaps I'm getting old, he mused, feeling a genuine smile stretching his lips as he looked up again, meeting the man's eyes with the same intensity, but less hostility. "Are you a wizard?" He asked curiously, unable to contain himself now that his decision had been made and the conflict had more or less been resolved. "Do you... enchant things often?"

[mysteriousfig]

[serpent-of-eden]

(/ That smile would seem just as warm as one of the other’s hugs, received just as thankfully and mirrored with a small quirk of his own lips; pulling at the edges until one side lifted and formed a pink half crescent upon his face.) I hope you aren’t offering because you’re feeling responsible for my emotional wellness.(/he says with a timid touch to the other’s knee, brows knitting with a notable regret that rested behind his narrowed pupils.)

[phoenixxing]

No, no, that's not it. (/though usually emphasizing such a statement with several quick shakes of his head, the gravity of the other's distress is contagious and he simply smile again.) I just want it-- emotional wellity? For you. I want you to be happy, if I can help. (/nods, determined, a hand sliding down to rest over yours nonchalantly as he scrunches up his nose and looks at you curiously.) ... Do you want pizza? Pizza makes me happy.

[phoenixxing]

fortune days || lay&minwoo

[minwoo-ia]

And Minwoo was hit by the striking imilarity that Lay was to the lost first love of the demon as he stood in the shop. He just stared at Lay for a few seconds before smirking and wanting to flirt with him, tell him he would show Lay the meaning of all these sextoys and would personally make it his quest to let the phoenix test them all out. But The demon didn’t, he was engaged and Zachary was dead. Lay was not Zachary, he would never come back. Instead the young demon licked his lips and wished he had brought his wine with him to the shop rather than leaving it in his office. 

"You sold stranger things?" Minwoo eventually started to say, a sigh escaping him before he even opened his mouth to speak. Lay’s friendship was both a blessing and a curse he found. “I bet you have, but selling charms and magical artifacts is something entirely different from selling these things I think." Minwoo picked up a big pink vibrator, not ashamed or embarrassed to use the thing to point at the different subjects he was speaking about. “The DVD’s are just porn, we have dark angel to vampire porn. Lesbian mermaids, some private dvd’s that are only for sale for foreign customers, becasue there are scenes in it from students of Insolitus and they don’t need to…" he stopped to speak and instead of saying that the students didn’t neded to know they were filmed he said “they don’t need anyone close to know they are secretly into the porn business" 

Minwoo cleared his throat " I could explain you the purpose of all the items, most are just sex toys, you have to put them in some hole and enjoy it. The sex outfits are all for different kinks. Lolita kinks, latex kinks." he pointed out the different things with the big pink thing. “And you have cockrings and double didlo’s The lube’s of course, in different tastes and kinds. The condoms, very important, in different sizes, we have them freeze and fire proof as well." he winked at Lay at that. “And the blood that is really expensive and only sold to high prices." Minwoo sighed, unsure how to explain the other more. “you know what it isn’t that hard, And I will give you a box of stuff to take home to ah… experiment. I would show it all to you myself." he couldn’t help but to touch the beautiful face of Lay, lovingly stroking his cheek and cursing the striking similarity between Lay and Zachary, before continuing “But my fiance would bury me, and you, alive." 

He sighed as he walked towards the counter and got a big box. he filled it with Porn DVD’s (Straight mermaid porn, Gay demon porn and a male x male x android with two sexes porn dvd), A cockring, two dildo’s, the pink vibrator (XXL!), five bottles of different lube (Banana, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla and lime), A flashlight, A cock harness, Anal beads and a latex suit with a whip. He then handed Lay the box. “A gift, from me to you, see it as… a way to prepare for your job." his eyes flashed up red and he couldn’t add to say “let me know what you liked best," 

[phoenixxing]

Yixing would never admit to or acknowledge the slight recoil of his body when Minwoo started waving the big pink dildo around, but what he couldn't deny was the confused grimace he made as he studied the thing -- especially not since the man behind the counter had seen it and seemed terribly amused by him. Maybe they'd be colleagues one day, he mused, and the thought sparked Yixing's determination again and urged him to focus on what the demon was telling him, and as the information kept flowing out of Minwoo's mouth in smooth, clearly pronounced words and with the occasionally wave and flair of the thick dildo, the Phoenix's expression was primarily one of grim concentration.

The dildos were easy enough to figure out, and so were the strange costumes, even if neither of the two looked particularly comfortable. Condoms were familiar and lube was something he had to think about for a while, but eventually thought he understood, but the appeal of the blood was something that escaped him. In the end he refrained from inquiring about it, instead staying silent until Minwoo's touch broke his concentration.

"It's okay, I understand." An awkward laugh followed, though the Phoenix leaned into the touch of the demon's hand almost automatically; it felt like an admiring touch, one of appreciation, and he had always liked those. Not being able to have his wings stroked, cleaned and petted anymore had been a great loss for a proud, vain creature such as himself, and while Minwoo waltzed off to prepare a box of goodies for him, Yixing's eyes strayed over the many products in the store and wondered if they could grant him the same gratification.

As soon as the other returned, Yixing reached for the box and took a peek into it, feeling his determination falter slightly at the objects he found within -- ... where was that scandalously large phallic object supposed to go?! -- yet looking up at Minwoo with a big smile. "You are so good to me, Lirimaer." Yixing beamed, momentarily placing his box on a nearby box of blow-up dolls before turning around to pull the demon into a tight embrace, again, much to the storekeeper's amusement.

"Thank you so much." Hoping his voice conveyed his sincerity, Yixing gave the other a quick squeeze and spoke again, this time in a hushed, slightly embarrassed whisper, "If I don't know how to... to use them, can I... call you?" Perhaps it was a silly thing to ask, especially since Minwoo had already he couldn't show him, but simply asking for instructions couldn't be as off-limits, right? With a shy smile the Phoenix pulled back, reaching up to run a hand through his hair awkwardly. "And thank you for considering me. For the job. It's very nice of you." Unsure of how to properly express his gratitude, Yixing simply stood there for a while, glancing between his friend and the many penises surrounding them and feeling oddly happy.

[phoenixxing]

drive it like you stole it || lay&meevs

[musetreasures]

Miyavi always had the philosophy that hands on teaching and practical learning was the best way to go from failing to master in the shortest time possible. It was this reason that he had offered little Lay the extra curricular dance tutoring to get his two left feet working exactly as they should - and not tripping over themselves in simple moves. Because of this Miyavi had arranged some time off campus to bring Lay both out of his shell and into the ways of enjoying dance and feeling it in his body - not just copying the moves like a robot. As Lay’s teacher, Miyavi felt responsible for the boys inability to get himself around the choreography and was going to put in his own personal time for him.

He was fashionably late, pulling up to where the other was waiting in his beat up yellowing Volkswagen with stickers well past how old the genie actually appeared littering the sides and bumpers - from peace symbols to “Vote Nixon”, a plethora of aged and dated stickers that didn’t generally bode well with Miyavi’s own political views but he felt gave his little buggy character and charm. Regardless of the state of his ride, the genie himself was dressed both eclectic and expensive, swaths of expensive swirling purple kimono fabric tied around his small hips in a fashion of a shirt; small peeks of his tattoo’s coming out between where the fabric met and where it was tied with a belt. His lower half was clad in tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination and the purple and pink strands that melded with his braids gave the man the illusion that he was not a teacher, but in fact some kind of expensive and exotic dancer - And the fuchsia eyeliner coming away from his eyes didn’t help this appearance.

"Hey Kid!" Miyavi shouted, not noticing the other had ear buds in and waving his arm out the window slightly trying to get the others attention and stopping when he finally figured out what was happenning. "Man!" he scoffed in slight annoyance and got out, standing in front of the other with a single brow raised as he plucked an ear bud right out of his ear to make him listen. "CAN.YOU.HEAR.ME?" he practically shouted at the other, knowing very well he could be heard now, but was just being a smart ass. He thought he was hillarious.

"Evening" he added once he was certain he had been heard and his attention was now completely focused on Miyavi. "Ready to learn the best moves of your life?" he asked with a smirk that told there was more to tonight than just tutoring. Tonight was going to be fun, and real, and stepping way over the boundaries as a teacher. But the genie was certain they were going to have an absolute blast. Putting his hand on the Pheonix’s shoulder, Miyavi made sure he wasn’t about to renegue on their plans. Miyavi wasn’t about to have someone stumbling around his classroom like a drunken fool, unless he - well - was a drunken fool.

[phoenixxing]

Although not startled enough for flames to engulf his hair -- thankfully, it had taken a while to style --, it was safe to say that Miyavi had scared him into an immediate and powerful state of alarm. Yixing automatically recoiled a little bit at the loud voice so close to his ear, but after a few deep breaths the Phoenix had returned to his familiar calm, yet enthusiastic modus operandi, and flashed the taller man a bright smile. He had half a mind to be childish and shout back at him, but before he could, the other had already moved on to talking about what was ahead of them, which quickly caught and held Yixing's attention.

"Evening!" He greeted back, realizing he sounded faintly breathless and belatedly clearing his throat before continuing. "I'm ready. Are my clothes okay?" His casual yet tight light-grey jeans were spared a glance along with his t-shirt -- it said something in English Yixing wouldn't even begin to try to understand, but he liked the colours and had deemed it fitting -- before looking back up at Miyavi. He had made sure his shoes were comfortable, of course, but he wasn't quite sure he had a wardrobe big enough to combine both comfort, style and attractiveness into one outfit; but he'd given it his best.

Feeling the energy buzzing through him and fueling his impatience, Yixing glanced around curiously at their surroundings before catching sight of a yellow, charming little thing. "Is that your car?" As soon as the question was out he regretted it, smiling sheepishly as he looked between his teacher and the car. They fit somehow, even though the purple splayed over Miyavi's chest in the form of an expensive looking kimono-style shirt clashed a little bit with the stickers the other had plastered onto his ride. "I like it." He decided aloud, the sheepish, hesitant smile from earlier widening into something more genuine and warm.