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Lee Hyuksoo | Poet | Professor | 29 “And I will show you something different from either. Your shadow at morning striding behind you. Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” - T.S. Eliot

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MOVING MUSE  ➨

Due to disputes between some of the admins and roleplayers and a number of roleplayers as well as myself, (namely acephobia, transphobia, and insensitivity toward anxiety and  sexual assault victims) this muse will be moving Tsurezure RP; for those of you I plotted with and had to drop short I’m sorry, you can still message me for my AIM if you’d like.

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「The Tropic of Cancer」Lu Han & Hyuksoo

The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women...

Lee Hyuksoo was never meant to teach. He had had respect for his professors at Columbia and he was a prodigy of sorts but one did not the other make. To be a good teacher a person had to be good, he had found. There was nothing good about the poet. To his bones and marrow, he was self-involved and insensitive. He had never cared much for rules – he had even made a career out of busting glass walls. So, Hyuksoo wouldn’t say he held any real respect for the university he taught at. Compared to his Ivy League training, Strobe University was little more than loose change forgotten at the bottom of the tip jar, the stuff you were always eager to give away every three months or so because it was worth more trouble in its weight that profit.

In the same respect, Hyuksoo didn’t feel warmly for many of the students. They came and went, hopefully learning something along the way but ultimately he spoke to himself in class for the most part. He knew a number of students took his classes to fill their electives and just as many picked his class because the professor was easy on the eyes. These students were his least favorite.

Lu Han is one such student.

Hyuksoo finds the boy at his desk after class one day. He’s been staring the whole lecture in a way the man’s seen before a thousand times. The kind of eyes that lead to lewd words murmured against collar bones and back dimples– but the blonde is a student and far from Hyuksoo’s type. There’s nothing terribly interesting about the younger of the two. His face is round and childlike, his work has been slipping; as far as the professor is concerned Lu Han is remarkably unremarkable. But, he supposes, so were Hawthorne and Lovecraft. Not everyone is an Oscar Wilde or an Emily Bronte.

So, smoothing his hair back, Hyuksoo gives the boy his attention as the other students shuffle out of the room. “Is there something I can help you with?”

...they're all masochists at heart.

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「Rum Tug Tugger」Christopher & Hyuksoo

Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat

The house was a gift that came with a price. Located on a corner lot that lacked in garden what it made up in decks, Hyuksoo’s home was built just the way he would have wanted it. Tall and sharp, a post-modern sore-thumb on an otherwise modest neighborhood. To this day, he doesn’t know what stood before his mother had it demolished and built this one in its place, but on that day he began to wonder if the previous home had been a place with cats.

And there isn't any call for me to shout it:

It was summer on the streets but in his home, it was more like early autumn. Hyuksoo preferred to keep it cold, naturally more of a homebody in a town where nothing ever happened. After work, the poet came home, had a drink and sat for many hours and did a number of things. Sometimes he graded papers, sometimes he read books. Very rarely, he wrote. In truth, the teacher hadn’t produced anything worthwhile in a year or so. The more that the small town became a part of his veins and his bones, the less his hands could produce words in the syncopations he had introduced to English poetry. But he had been writing that day, he remembers, and it was something terrible, obscure rather than mysterious and his frustration laid with himself but when there was a crash from his kitchen he blamed the sound. Grumbling, Hyuksoo investigated the distraction but what he found wasn’t what he expected to.

For he will do // As he do do

A cat, unapologetically gnawing at some meat he had been thawing for dinner, the white platter it had been sitting on shattered on the dark hardwood. Looking up, the cat made eye contact with him for a moment before continuing business as usual, red-paws clearly not meaning much to the creature. The only thing keeping him from punting the sneaky little thing straight to the front door was the fact he had seen it before. Often, actually. He found the cats sunbathing on the balcony outside his room and along his deck often, sometimes they pawed at the windows or killed a bird in his yard but they had always been respectful enough to carry their kills back to the neighbor boy where they belonged. Now, this cat had gone a bit far.

And that’s no doing anything about it!

Heaving a heavy sigh, Hyuksoo crossed the kitchen, crouching to pick the cat up by the scruff of its neck. Awkwardly putting a hand beneath the squirming feline to support some weight he made his way next door, slab of meat still half eaten on the kitchen floor. Squeezing the cat to his chest to keep it from scratching or leaping from his arms, he thumped on the door a few times, irritation in his veins.

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