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night counts my spinal knots, mouth wet with dew and prayer

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he watches the undead fish take flight beneath the waters, posidonia dancing around its fins like ribbons, eyes alight with a wonder he thought had tempered with age. in death, the corpse takes on a more artful life, and there’s some great comfort to be found in the thought of finding new purpose once everything else had been exhausted. “incredible,” he breathes, and he turns to her, dark gaze tender. “are you ever frightened by it?”

the question fills the space before them, and he props his head on his elbow, lounges beside her, breathes in the night air, and her. “that’s all i can see. every place is alive with soul, you can’t go two paces without running into a spirit, whether you know it or not. why,i spotted a deceased counselor blowing a leaf whistle while i was looking for the bathroom.” he smiles faintly. “funny pair, aren’t we? how intimate we bot are with different parts of death.”

he laughs, and it is a water-ripple sound that spreads colour through her cheeks like such, girl quick to hide faces into the crook of her own shoulder despite the darkness that folds over them, leaving everything shadow. still, she hides soft eyes from him, softer smiles pressed to shirts at his words. “if you would like me to, i… i’ve never been in a dream before, i think. it would be a nice change.” eyes are stars of their own when they look back at him, half-squinted in their smile. “you must either be brave or foolish. why would you be so unafraid while everyone’s running the other way?”

fingers curl lighty and swimming bodies become corpses again, leaf and plant slowly falling into the water until the body becomes limp again, sinking slowly. she waits until she can feel the body hit the seabed underneath them before answering, quiet. “always. are you, of your powers? it scares me, sometimes, to have control over a world i’m not a part of.”

she smiles in return, matching his in all its moonlit softness. it is easy to rest heads like this, to be close to something living like this, if it’s him - both dying, death-riddling things and of course, what irony it is to feel some semblance of life in this quiet moment. “and living things? do you see their souls too?” she pulls knees up to chins, wraps her arms around them and makes herself a child again. smiles as sweetly as one at his words, lips curved lightly. “a funny pair.” she echoes. “if this is a death, then maybe it isn’t so bad. just like this.”

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song jaemin needed a break. he’d already needed one months back. in fact, he probably needed one permanently. as it was, breaks were not readily given to gumi students and when they were, they rarely ended up making jaemin feel relaxed and unguarded. not that jaemin thought he could ever be or feel unguarded. it wasn’t a state in which he could afford being. the trip to muuido was short but sweet and jaemin spent it on deck, on a metal bench, asleep against the boat rail. the previous year had been harsh on jaemin, what with the intensive physical training, catching up with many missed subjects and the gabs in his memory which he had started experiencing more frequently. they scared the white-haired male but it wasn’t in his personality to admit to it. he’d much rather sleep off the mental exhaustion that it all brought him (which - no matter how long and often he slept - would never ease)

departing the ferry, it was only a short way towards the cabins, situated a little more inland, against an impressive mountain. glancing at his phone, jaemin scrolled through the directions before gazing up in search of the blue cabin. it was easily found and the tall male let his feet drag him towards destination, holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. when he reached the front of the cabin, he tentatively walked up the few steps before knocking gently on the door. jaemin waited. one beat, two beats - then let his fingers curl around the door handle and slowly pushed it open. curiously, he stuck his white head inside, dark brown orbs scanning the small room but finding no one present. pushing the door open further, jaemin entered the seemingly abandoned cabin before shutting the door behind him. he kicked off his shoes before placing them neatly next to the closed door.

a brief exploration ensued, where jaemin checked out the bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, toilet and small bathroom just big enough to fit a bath (with shower curtain) and a wash basin. flicking off the lights, jaemin then ventured into the bedroom he’d chosen for himself - the one at the far end of the corridor, in the back of the cabin, with a small window looking out over the forest and at the end of it, the lonely mountain. dumping his bag near the door, jaemin let his gaze wander shortly around the room before his eyes settled on the small bed to the left, pushed into a corner. without much further ado, jaemin shrugged off his light jacket, letting it drop to the floor in the middle of the room before face-planting onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft. pressing his cheek into the fluffy pillow, the shy man reached out to slip one arm underneath the pillow while the other tentatively curled around it. closing his eyes, jaemin let out a soft breath and slowly drifted off to sleep.

she treads with light feet through the house, despite being alone - the place is still and such a tranquility will be ruined soon, she knows, likely by other cabin members arriving. she wants to savour it while she can, feet to wood like touching water, cautiously peeking heads into each room and running fingers over tables, over countertops.

she almost wouldn’t mind it, she thinks. the place is lovely and quaint, by the water, by the trees - she could easily be happy at this, but she gnaws at her lower lip nervously instead, knowing how in a few hours, students would be quick to populate the silence she so savours now. a soft sigh as she already imagines how such peace will be quick to be forgotten with all the loud voices and powers crackling through veins, no doubt to be in use for this trip - why else would they bring them there?

surely not for pleasantries. and even then, she isn’t sure she would be a part of it.

floorboards creak too loudly underfoot at wandering thoughts of classmates and their eyes on her, all piercing, all poison she has no cure for. she winces at the sound, but it’s already too late - there’s a shifting in the room before her that she hadn’t heard before, didn’t realize it wasn’t empty before - and curious heads peek around the corner of the doorway to see a familiar fair figure on the bed, eyes still half-shut and blinking at her blearily.

“oh! jaemin - i - i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize you were here, i… thought i was alone.” colour rises to cheeks in embarrassment, in shame over the small misstep, heart already drenched in guilt over the dark circles she notices under his eyes. “i… i’ll be on my way now, i’m sorry. i’ll tell the others not to wake you when they come in, if… if that’s okay with you.”

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rmxiaoli‌:

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( ‘ / in hindsight, it was probably dumb for the entirety of gumi to share a single brain cell and assume that muuido was nothing if not a relaxing few days. but still, xiaoli thinks that doesn’t count for the absolute tsunami of a headache that swarms as soon as there’s a blare of noise, and then all hell breaks loose while he’s still in the middle of yawning. ) what the fuckㅡ ( ‘ / he sits up, only to see that his entire cabin is empty except for him and decides whether chivalry is dead or not. ) ( ‘ / jiyeon’s voice is still painfully shrill in the early am of the day and so he decides to pack the fuck up and get out. ) 

( ‘ / the packing takes an upsettingly short amount of time considering there’s barely any equipment left in the place and he’s out the door before he has time to rub out the patterns marked onto his cheek from his sleeve, a tell tale sign of a good nap. ) ( ‘ / it’s absolute chaos, people running hand in hand, someone’s screaming and others just look flat out wasted. ) ( ‘ / amidst it all, he sees her ㅡ and he knows ever’s seen him too. so he does the smart thing. ) ( ‘ / a few long strides to reach her, bag knocking into her shoulder as his fingers tighten around her wrist and he drags her with him. ) run, run, fucking RUNRUNRUNㅡ

she has known a confusion like this before, and both panic and hysteria builds itself in the base of her throat, threatening to crawl out of our mouth, taking the contents of her stomach and what was left of her voice with it. she’s too frozen as the world around her becomes a running thing, footsteps and students and yells in the night and with half-squinted eyes, this is exactly what a too-familiar nightmare looks like.

but then arms grab wrists and she’s pulled down stumbling hills, legs tangled and untangling, small yelp leaving her lips as he drags her through the dark.

and is it fear, is it wild panic that sends vines underfoot following them like veins of an undead thing, small bodies of rabbits and deers unearthed in the process? call it a reaction response; not the first time boy has grabbed her like this but this time, she manages to stop herself before branches and brambles twine themselves around his larger frame in self-defense again, knowing this dripping fear would do worse to him in a place like this.

“i - i’m sorry, shit - !” she gasps, collapsing to knees with deep, gulping breaths. all the bones, all the vines fall in her lead, landing on the earth with a resounding thud again. “please don’t - i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to almost hurt you again - please, i don’t want to - “ a shuddering gasp, girl trying to bury herself in the dirt with the rest of the bodies. “go - please. i need to - need to calm down and i don’t want to accidentally - “

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the overhanging foliage provides wenyan much needed relief from the sticky summer heat. it’s the main reason why he had strayed off the beaten path in the first place, strands of hair sticking to his forehead like an afterthought. he doesn’t really know why he decided to go on a hike in the first place. he’s not usually one for voluntary exercise, but his desire to hang out with the other campers was even less so, eventually overriding his general lack of enthusiasm. at least it’s quiet here, surrounded by nature. enough to soothe him from an upcoming headache. even if he’s a bit lost and doesn’t really know where he’s going, it makes it all the more charming.

a twig cracks, stopping his train of thought. quiet enough for him to have almost missed it, but loud enough for it to not be mistaken for an animal. just on the side of human. he peers curiously around him before heading in the direction towards where he had heard the noise, footsteps sure and sound. he has to duck underneath a lowhanging branch, but he spots her soon enough, unmistakable against the backdrop of greenery.

“oh, hello. if it isn’t the little hell raiser,” he says, tone teasing and light, teeth slightly bared. she looks startled and almost guilty, and he wonders if she’s heard of him now, and what he can do— the poor thing seems frightened by his mere presence.

“don’t worry, i won’t bite.”

here, it could almost me home - or the closest thing she could get to it, dirt in shoes and green rubbed into palms. it is a different kind of ache, this sunlight filtering onto skin that is familiar and yet not quite the same. in the silence of the greenery, she can almost pretend that this is of another time, that she doesn’t feel the bodies of dead things underfoot.

and now alive things, as footsteps and voices startle her out of a trace, jumping slightly at the other’s appearance. it is almost nature to shrink back from him, used to quick glimpses around the greenhouse and hallways and always, always marking lines not to be crossed with him. it is for the best, she thinks, but out here, there is nothing but a clearing between the two of them, disappearing as he steps closer.

“what are you doing here?” she asks, voice almost muted by the leaves. mouths twitch slightly at the name he gives her, but girl has never known how to bite back for it - is half-afraid to, settling for a slight frown on lips instead.

“i find that hard to believe.” she musters up a voice, still only half-facing him, as if ready to hide. “unless you’re saying you’re all bark and no bite, which i don’t believe either.”

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rmmoonsik:

there are dreams of dreams that haunt him some nights, dreams that aren’t even meant to be his. dreams of the dead, of the restless, the wandering; a symptom of his powers and nothing unusual, but still leaving him awake all the same. perhaps they sense the new environment and fight to make themselves especially known; dreams of ancient palaces and fierce enemies, of spears through his chest and poison running through his veins. he awakens with a start and finds no peace in the confinements of the cabin, taking to the woods and water.

he finds her by the lakeshore, moonlit and lovely. she’s meant for the evening in all her strange charm, and the daylight seems garish beside her in comparison when she possesses the power to twine new life in fauna and the death in corpses, at once. “yes i think so.” he smiles blithely, taking a seat beside her on the sand. “they would be lovely if they weren’t so frightening, sometimes, but i suppose dreaming of other people’s deaths wouldn’t be anything but frightening. i dreamt i was poisoned - suddenly i find socrates so much more sympathetic.” he glances at the fish corpse. “were you playing? by all means, don’t let me interrupt you. i would love a midnight show.”

fingers carefully curl loose strands of hair behind ears, eyes looking just over his shoulders - still unable to meet his gaze, still unused to how his words are spoken with a warmth that dead things should not know. it is a slow learning, i think, with how she unties fingers from one another, tells herself to keep them steady and move eyes from shoulders to chins to lips as he speaks.

“i can only imagine.” she has, has seen it in her own nightmares too - not sure if they’re the same as his, not sure if there’s still poison in the back of her mouth when she wakes, if it’s always been there; that corrosive regret of it. “i’ll bloom roses out of their deaths in your dreams then. oleanders, too, so their poison counters it.” a pause. “would that make it more frightening?” eyes fall to feet now, soft smiles now bit nervously between teeth and lip.

but at his last words, fingers unfurl slowly, almost hesitant. seaweed wraps itself around the corpse again, covers the body until the once-dead thing looks almost alive again; wings of green as it wades in the water lazily around them, new fins cutting through water smoothly, as if flying. as if reborn a bird again. she can’t help but to smile at it, half-fond.

“do you think we’re alone?” she asks, voice like the ripples in the water, almost faded. “i can feel their bodies under the lake, but if there’s a soul, i can never find it. can you?”

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and in the moonlight, the expanse before her looks like home before it was taken from her, pristine-smooth and twilit-pure. this was the part of the retreat that felt like it - the silence of breath and held air, toes dipped into water, a soft rippling. she curls a finger and watches fish just under the water take seaweed and kelp for scales, innards still trailing and girl, despite how it looks like an abomination, how it looks like - is made from - her, she still smiles, a secret thing under the night sky.

one for her and the footsteps softly approaching. she turns around too quickly, fish falling back onto its shore-grave, plants retreating back to bottoms of lakes.

“moonsik?” she calls out, careful with how words disappear into shadow. “is that you?” canopies of trees sway out of the way with a curl of fingers, illuminating the boy. she smiles faintly before trees lean back over him, shadowed once more. “do you want to - well, i... “ she trails off, fingers knotted. “i couldn’t sleep either. did - did you have another dream again?”

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this isn’t the first time - no, it’s a feeling unfamiliar but one she’s getting used to with her time here at gumi - all spikes to chest, smoke in throat, making it hard to breathe. comes when she remembers home and the ruins of it, and how she belongs better with the dead than she does here with students around her, bustling. comes when she remembers numbers and books and hands stained with red and green, how she can walk around so easily while graves roll under feet; how letters and numbers make no sense and it doesn’t matter to things long dead like her, but for what’s left of a body still wanting to learn how to live it does but everything is coming out wrong again and -

she doesn’t know how she ended up on the ground, but feet walk around her and she can feel eyes staring, shaking when she knows one is lingering for too long, footsteps towards her to match.

quickly, thin arms grab books and papers before the other can, rushing to leave before they could reach her.

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hi all! i go by rhine and i’ll be playing chailai “ever” suramongkol, though few know her full name - more commonly called ever. she’s 21, in third year, and majoring in agriculture/botany! her power is necrobotany, which is the ability to reanimate and control the dead (necromancy) using plant control (botany). you can read a little more about her powers here and have a quick rundown/about page on her here!

anyways! i can’t wait to rp with you all - please feel free to shoot me a message here to plot or like this post and i’ll come running to your dm’s! i have a list of wanted connections here - if there’s any that catch your eye, please feel free to dm me! you can find a little bit more about my girl and a tldr of her bio/experience at gumi under the cut!

was born in samut prakan, thailand with an older brother and her parents - lived there until she was 5 before her family fled to korea after her father ran into some trouble with loan sharks

they ended up residing in a farming village, where she learned the language and grew up until she was 15

when she was 15, in short, there was a raid in her village that ended up killing her parents and brother - during this raid, they tried to kill her too and this ended up triggering her powers, thus leading to some kind of counterattack that killed the raiders, leaving the village pretty much in ruins. if you want to read more about what happened during the raid in detail, you can find a para here!

in the end, she ended up moving to a nearby village with the remaining townsfolk where she continued her rural lifestyle - that is until she turned 17 and started applying to university, upon hearing about gumi and their special program for /people/ like her, thinking to just give it a try

initially thought she wasn’t going to get in because she had limited education at best, but she did and ??? she’s so over the moon ??? she thought she’d be stuck to the farm forever but now she gets a chance to actually study and she never thought she’d be able to ??? is lowkey a quiet nerd tbh

joined the lotus legacy - when she first joined gumi, she told them she only had some form of plant manipulation, not wanting to tell them about the necromancy part of it in fear of what they would do/think to/of her upon realizing what she’s done

she just wanted to fit in, lowkey ??? even in a school for powers ?? just didn’t want to be that Farm Freak, help her

but then during her first year at one of the first games, some alpha probably used his powers on her and she was completely taken aback and kind of just - snapped? she ended up severely injuring him and using her full necrobotany powers to control the bodies of whoever was buried on the grounds and use it to attack his classmates against his will to win the games for the lotus legacy rip rip #eXPOSED. you can read in more detail over what happened in a para here!

kind of immediately retreated into her own shell after that?? knows that the entire campus is probably like what the fuck who does that to her after how kind of fucked up that was - has been laying low ever since, probably doesn’t feel as connected with the others in her legacy and thinks everyone gossips over her and what she did??

her powers are still being controlled, but because of the nature in which she is ashamed/despises it for all the damage it can/has done, she never really has a full grasp on it and it remains mostly unpredictable - but mostly triggered by events or people

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