gunner doesn’t bother giving the question in regards to food an answer – he hadn’t moved since LAST NIGHT. the last thing he had even attempted to eat was breakfast and even then, it hadn’t settled well with his stomach. if he was hungry, the pains in his head currently dwindled away anything else happening within his body. his focus had been entirely on this since it started up, and it was damn near impossible to focus on anything else. his vision is a little hazy, but when moonsoo kneels down, gunner can finally make out the sharp features on the others face. it had always been a little impossible to read what they were thinking because they never really expressed anything openly. they were one of the very few who gunner both confusingly UNDERSTOOD but was also always left guessing at the same time. blinking in regards to the pill that was suddenly being handed out towards him, gunner falters – he hadn’t taken one of those in a long while. ( for good reason, too, since he had developed an addictive taste for them ) there is hesitation that lingers, staring at the small little tablet before finally he is reaching to take it from moonso’s hand, free hand making a movement to silently ask for the water they were still holding. he’s popping the pill into his mouth the second the water bottle is handed over, swallowing it quickly before he can think TWICE on the decision. “thanks.” he mumbles out, knowing the pain-relieving properties of what he just took would still take awhile to kick in.
their eyes never left gunner as they passed the bottle, already opened for easy access. the water shook in violent waves, an apt comparison to this delicate situation. for a brief second, moonsoo felt his cold, clammy fingertips touch theirs, sending shivers all over their body, and never the pleasant kind. they wondered how long has this episode been going on the question seemed futile, as the repercussions have already responded. all they knew was that this man needed food in his stomach - and soon. still, they nodded encouragingly as they watched him drink the PILL away, pleased that he didn’t bother putting up too much of a fight, to the point that he even mumbled out thanks. with this, moonsoo relaxed a little bit, changing from the kneeling position to stretching their legs out, their sneakers playfully toying with the sheets hanging from the bed. the rest of their body remained focused; their eyes trained on shifting from gunner to the antique wristwatch they were wearing, counting down the time and guessing when would the medicine take effect. they’ve had hunches from distant memory, but they were never one for assumptions - they’ve had numerous unfortunate run-ins with those. the hands on their clock seemed to move slower than usual, as it always did whenever they were waiting. obviously, recovery cannot be rushed but it trailed off in their mind, causing moonsoo to rub two fingers over their temples. “i don't want to ask how are you feeling so just....tell me something,” they say. “anything.” they could never be a doctor.
gunner normally wouldn’t of even bothered to look and see who it was that opened the door if the other hadn’t spoken up at first. which, of course, he realizes who it is immediately once they do speak. the elder was never quite sure WHY his body seemed to relax around the other’s presence; it was just the reaction that always happened. most who would walk in and attempt to interact with him in a moment like this would of been met with a death glare and mouthful of venomous words; gunner chose the ALTERNATIVE for moonsoo. “you don’t have to say anything.” he grumbles out from where his face is pressed into his pillow once more, brow furrowed as the ache only reverberates further into the depths of his skull, reaching places and parts he hadn’t even been aware existed until just now. he’d almost prefer the other not say anything, because he knows that they know what’s going on. they had experienced him going through this too many times to count; but gunner had SECLUDED himself. especially after they left their time loop. they were just getting worse. moonsoo’s sigh is audible and gunner hears it, already knowing what they are about to ask and the denial is on the tip of his tongue —- but then it falls away, dying with the pain that was slowly driving him to the point of desperation. body shifting just the slightest, gunner turns his head back around to peer at the other’s silhouette in the dark room, thankful that they had shut the door quickly and hadn’t carelessly let it remain open. the beat of silence lingers before his voice finally breaks it. “—- fine.”
irritated was the initial reaction to his first reply as they observed gunner’s form slightly relax, betraying the words that came out of his mouth. while they understood him, it was always like this every time - a push and pull between denial and willingness that wasn’t helping either of them. moonsoo looked down at their muddy sneakers - shame washing over their bathed body for even considering this person, already suffering with unspeakable PAIN, an annoyance (although it was only for a second). hearing the faintest “fine” from gunner shook them out of their reverie and take action. something needs to be done. from peripheral vision, they spotted a bottle of water on his bedside table and they walked briskly towards it. their right hand remained on their pocket, while the left grabbed the drink like a vice, as if it were them going through the agony. moonsoo gets a glimpse of gunner’s face pressed into the pillow, brows furrowed and face scrunched. kneeling down to his level, they see the MAGNITUDE of the situation up close - their peer’s lavender eyes, which they secretly found so fascinating, were non-existent, replaced by hollow white holes that made their heart sink. “have you eaten?” they asked in the continuously neutral tone they have been using since they entered the room. but a second look at gunner just proved that there was no time - or at least, it wasn’t important at the moment. pulling out a fresh pad of painkillers from their packet, a hint of sadness passed through their system. moonsoo was hoping that these wouldn’t be of use anymore, but that would be too good to be true, wouldn’t it? they popped a tablet open and placed it on their palm, offering it to gunner with a fully stretched arm. one can never be too careful.
having the blood awareness thing being tacked on to his peculiarity was entirely weird for zevi, the whole being able to percept living beings with the cerise fluid, flowing through their veins. giving him the ability to also tell different from each individual, but it’s more so the feeling, not physical, but it blankets over him either giving him a fit of rage or sense of normalcy. being caught in the middle of their’s makes him go on the brink crazy, knowing they’re close, but won’t come to window is aggravating — of course, he wouldn’t put his peculiarity to use for it wouldn’t be fair even if the idea was thought of, but he was sure as hell glad he didn’t have to fucking piss. Opting to wait for them to at least peak through the glass; zevi sat down on the yard, with his legs sprawled he leaned back onto his palms to settle himself in a comfortable position because he wasn’t planning on getting up until he was presented with a way inside, preferably the front door.
moonsoo took their time in washing the dishes; water always relaxed them, and it is currently giving them time to think about what to do with this particular rulebreaker. there has been very little to laugh at in the present, and they were feeling a teeny bit playful. naturally, the thought of meeting this person in the form of their ymbyrne or host was at the top of their head but decided against it immediately. no one is worth the pain of shapeshifting - at least not right now. moonsoo walked down the hallway very casually, the knowledge of someone at their mercy giving them a skip in their step. they face the window and see zevi, sitting too comfortably for their taste, and they realize that the smirk never left their lips - it only grew wider. they wave at him enthusiastically, eagerly anticipating their reply.
gunner knew it was only going to be a matter of time before they came back. the MIGRAINES. the heavy, mind-numbing, aching pain that split from the crown of his head and into to his temples, throbbing and making it damn near impossible for gunner to even lift his head. the elder had stayed in bed while everyone else took their leave, lights still out, door closed, and head pressed into the pillow beneath him for any kind of relief he can manage. even in the dark, gunner can see the remnants of white beginning to etch into the corners of his eyes. it’s threatening to come forth; the VISION. he had been battling with it for weeks, attempting to let it through but then the pain always got so agonizing that gunner forces it back, refuses to let it take over his senses, and refuses to see what his own gift was trying so hard to show him. why did it have to hurt so bad. body curling up in the bed there is a small shaky breath that leaves his lips, shifting only the slightest in an attempt to remain somewhat comfortable but it’s pointless. somehow he still manages to hear the door open despite his back being turned to it and the heartbeat in his ears, and instinctively his head turns to look at who entered, eyes narrowing as the light filters in and stings at his sensitive corneas. “close the fucking door.” gunner spits out, still not able to make out WHO exactly was there, but not so much as caring at the moment as he does about the light burning his eyes.
moonsoo sauntered out of the house’s shared bathroom, already fully clothed and feeling refreshed. notes of PEPPERMINT grew stronger as it stayed longer on their body. the scent continued to surprise them as a handful of precious moments appear in little glimpses of joy, so far gone in the past. they haven’t thought of these MEMORIES in a long time; for there was no point in reminiscing for what has already happened will never come back. as they reach their room, moonsoo disapprovingly shook their head, as droplets of water fell from wet hair to purposely tattered shirt. the hand on the doorknob stopped turning when they heard a vague noise from across. at first, they notice faint rattling from pressed ears. second, they hesitated to enter the void - the sounds were becoming quite familiar - too familiar, and never in a good way. so lastly, they took a huge breath as they closed the door as fast as they opened it. moonsoo never liked the fact that they could etch out gunner’s hunched form in bed, especially in the dark. it never meant well, and it didn’t bring anything to the table but misery. it only reminded them of painful images - thoughts that were more prominent in their mind for a while now. they were at a standstill - arms crossed and head held high, they remained at the door with all the caution of a child to a flame. “i don’t know what to say,” they trod in a calm tone, and it was the truth. moonsoo hasn’t seen this horrible sight since their arrival in the group, since they and gunner parted ways before. but for some reason, when they saw the elder back in their life, they fell back into an old habit. their arms relax, one of them falling into their back pocket, and they sigh in relief. “can i help you now?” they try again.
- yello, i’m ker and i don’t know how to make an intro post but i’ll sure try !! anyway, this is moonsoo (martin for some people). moonsoo is an enigma, even to myself. they don’t like to talk but they are kind of a decent person so they won’t shut you down harshly. here’s their profile, statistics, muse tag, and a more in-depth look into their peculiarity. im not (and theyre not) looking for any connections in particular, but i would love to plot will ALL OF YOU !! also, here, have some cluttered notes about this messy person:
born in koreatown, la; english is their first language but being from where they were plus having a “no english” rule at home, moonsoo speaks korean pretty well even if they moved to an evidently swankier part of town a few years later; their mood (and life) summed up in a word: aish
was basically a ferris bueller of beverly hills high school and was set to go to usc (probably to major in business); but they were never comfortable with the pronouns they were constantly described as; discovered (and started to use) they/them pronouns during the summer before uni, while traveling all over the fifty states
peculiarity has been evident in little partial bursts that they have been able to deal with throughout their school career; their mother was aware of some instances but turned a blind eye; it only fully manifested while on the road (in texas of all places) and was taken to a local church to be exorcised when an ymbyrne disrupted the peace and took them to their first time loop (if ur curious: 1996) and has been on the run since
went back to see their mother only once - on their twenty first birthday. they met at an in and out (for safety purposes) and didn’t say much. they simply gave her a piece of jewelry to remember them by (it was also the first time they used their peculiarity for personal gain). DO NOT ask them about their father - they’ll be like error 404 not found
now for additional info :
doesn’t mind being called moonsoo or martin - tho since they found out about their peculiarity, they have been preferring the former more since it is what is written in all of their official documents so it feels more authentic to them
mx “hope for the best prepare for the worst” - for real; likes to see the best in people and situations while calculating a plan b with a smile on their face; trust them to have your back - but only if they’re a hundred percent sure you have theirs; once they are that certain, expect all the trust in the world (it will take a while tho)
has never been in an actual serious relationship but not for the reasons you may think; they were simply too focused on their schooling and thought that they’d have more time when they were older and and then bam they’re in their twenties and even if there were some “things” here and there they just realized that they never really felt “something” before
they may be an idiot but they’re my idiot
shapeshifts MAINLY for their own goals - doesn’t like taking requests or orders from anyone that’s not an ymbyrne for they don’t want their peculiarity being used as a party trick or amusement; they have very good control of their abilities but the occasional outburst can trigger unpredictable forms
doesn’t have a particular ~look~ for they will literally wear anything and pull it off; LOVES SALES (and thrift stores); likes to look at designer stuff too; top five favorite items of clothing: snapbacks, crop tops, plaid skirts, footwear (lawd they cannot choose), and anything denim. accessories are another story.
likes to make lists
has the weirdest taste in everything (to be revealed)
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