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[luxinexitium]

“Hey, stranger, be careful!”

@actwo / first encounter starters / ACCEPTING! 

midnight is where memories and dreams collide, twisting ‘round one another among an ocean of glittering city lights. seoul has never felt this loud before, thrumming with the static of ten million lives all convening in a cove of forgotten history and faraway would-be’s. he can feel the high-pitched tunes of tyres in the ridges of his bones, hushed conversations in the pockets of his lungs. the noise isn’t pleasant, but it’s familiar, and that’s what he needs most tonight. where any such comfort falls short in his own home, he seeks familiarity in the frigid gusts nipping at his cheeks and the warning sirens that fire through his nerves as he tempts fate. he’s asking for trouble when he hops onto a frost-laced ladder and invites it as he takes perch on the fire escape. five storeys off the ground, his arms swing lazily from where he lounges upside down, nothing but a neat twist of his ankles around the railing keeping him from plummeting to the pavement. in a wicked sort of way the small-scale panic is comforting, like the sting that lingers after touching a burning pan.

swathed in freezing wind and a smattering of snow, kyungsoo lets his eyes fall shut and focuses on the steady chaos of the city. overhead, an aeroplane slices through the inky sky, joined soon by fluttering wings where two wide-eyed pigeons have yet to dive south for the winter. in a city perpetually swelling with restlessness, the messy melody remains predictable, reliable. he knows this tune like the lines of his palms, could listen to it until just after the sun peers over the horizon.

a handful of hours is all he gets before a stranger’s voice cuts through the static and jars kyungsoo out of his daze. i’ll be fine, he means to tell them as he slowly hauls himself to sit up, but the second syllable never makes it past his teeth. a testament to the city’s constant variability, he slips on a patch of ice that he will swear later hadn’t been there before, tearing through the winter air faster than he can blink. whether from a miracle or the city’s perpetual desire to make a joke of him, he briefly grabs hold of the railing on the third storey fire escape and shifts his gravity by just enough to crash onto the landing just below. there’s no grace to the tumble, no relief in the ominous snap of his elbow against the cold metal, but he’s alive.

“fuck–” is the first thing out of his mouth after catching his breath, gingerly cradling an almost certainly broken arm. in spite of the fire searing through his nerves, this is nothing more than a single ripple in the storm-ridden ocean of the city. but it still hurts. “i’m… fine.”

[rudimentari-blog]

‘ you can barely stand. ’

prompt x accepting

her legs tremble and she places her palms flat against the wall to keep her balance. she notes the people passing herby despite her rather disheveled appearance and lack of balance and chalks it up to the wonderful human hospitality she’d witnessed time and time again. oh, how she loathed working with such creatures. she nearly scowls as another set of human boys causing a ruckus completely pass her by but maintains her weak and demure facade, taking a shaky step as a small gasp escapes her lips. another step and she hears a voice, the one she’d been hoping for. the cupid lifts her head to catch the other’s eye, a small frown on her face. 

“ah," another shaky step for show, this time making sure she tumbles into the other, hands bracing themselves against his chest. she smiles to herself beneath her hair before masking it with a look of shock, pulling herself away as quick as she could. she’d confirmed it, there was a different aura around supernatural beings, but it always seemed to take her some effort to affirm that they were not human. now the fun could truly begin. she presses herself up against the wall again, wondering if he was aware she also wasn’t human. for now, she’d keep the act up. “my boyfriend kicked me out and all my stuff is still there, including my money. i don’t have anywhere to stay and i haven’t eaten in a while.”

she pauses, looking away for show. “oh, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to bother you with my problems. i should probably get going, i’m sure he’ll let me back in eventually. i mean it’s illegal to keep all my stuff, right?” knowing only of the beginning of human relationships, she hopes this is a logical scenario. once she gains his trust she’ll spring the truth on him. she’d never played matchmaker for a supernatural being before and she wasn’t about to let the chance go. he seemed to be the opposite of violent unlike what the higher-ups always preached. maybe this would be her gateway to the supernatural world. “thanks for checking on me, though. you’re quite nice, aren’t you?”

[sanguinie]

☕!!

prompt / accepting

he curls and uncurls his fingers about five times before settling his hands in his lap, palms lying against his legs. he has no reason to be nervous, he knows this, yet with what he’d discussed with the other over the phone he couldn’t help but to grow anxious waiting for jiang to arrive. it wasn’t that the other stressed him out, in fact, it was quite the opposite, but the fact the other knew his weakness made him incredibly jumpy. 

when the other finally sits across from him in the crowded cafe baekhyun finds himself breathing a sigh of relief. he forgets sometimes that not everybody is out to get him, that not everybody was a bad guy ready to plunge a knife into his ribcage. he shivers at the memory then meets the other's eyes.

“i ordered you a hot chocolate like you asked. i got one too, it’s seriously the best here. i don’t know why people still choose starbucks over this place, their stuff is literally water with a dab of chocolate. it’s a crime against humanity!” he dramatically raises his fist and shakes it in the air at his declaration and that is of course when a server arrives with their drinks. baekhyun flushes a bit in embarrassment, lowering his fist back into his lap before thanking the girl and taking a sip of his drink. immediately after he sputters, fanning his now burned tongue before jutting his bottom lip out into a small pout. “sometimes i forget there’s a reason it’s called hot chocolate.” the laugh that escapes him is quiet and he shakes his head at himself before continuing.

“so, i know i mentioned flowers and the... uh... crush but i would like to inform you i no longer am interested in the girl.” a lie. he’d run into her earlier and was still very much interested, but jiang didn’t need to know that in case he was a secret evil spy or something along those lines. despite having got to know him somewhat well, he’d already been tricked a couple of times by people who had been nothing but nice to him. byun baekhyun, super amazing hero finn, couldn’t reveal any weaknesses.

“but still, i’m glad you agreed to meet me anyway. i was getting a little bored hanging around my apartment all day.”

[hwitelie]

“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”

prompt / accepting

hwiyoung would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t actively go out to try and find new people to meet. he wouldn’t be lying if he said he didn’t know why exactly he sought these people out, whether it was for friendship, someone to simply mess with, or perhaps something more. it was one of those things he tried not to dwell on too much lest it lead him to another sorrowful night, the kind he actively tried to avoid. so, that’s how he ended up here, in the middle of a library he’d otherwise stay away from. see, quiet places weren’t really hwiyoung’s thing, he was a boy that looked for chaos, not an area where hushed tones were required and everything was meant to be perfect and orderly. if it weren’t for his quest to find a specific book hwiyoung wouldn’t be there at all, the near silence was unsettling, too similar to the shoebox apartment he called home.

he pulls himself out of his thoughts just in time to feel his foot slipping from the ladder he’d climbed up onto in order to reach the higher shelves. it wasn’t that hwiyoung was short, the bookshelves were just too damn tall as he’d repeated many times in his head on his way up. despite not being too high up, the blonde had an acute fear of heights and any distance up above the ground was enough to send panic traveling up his spine, so even though he’d be safe if he were to fall hwiyoung is quick to grab onto the railing on either side of him as his foot dangles. it’s not a second later before it rejoins the other back onto the step, the jostle of the ladder a moment before having sent a few books tumbling to the ground. they land with a thud and the boy cringes, slightly curling in on himself as his knuckles turn white from the too tight grip he had on the railing. 

he can feel eyes on his back and he hesitates before letting out a puff of air and trying to play it off as though he hadn’t nearly had a panic attack on the top of a small ladder in the middle of a library. how pathetic. a few moments later he gets down, refusing to look in the direction of the other patrons, and takes care of the books he’d dropped. usually, he’d leave them, but books are perhaps one of the few things he believes needs to be cherished. once done, he makes his way to leave, too distracted to even think of grabbing the book he’d originally come to grab. once outside is when he hears a voice and he’s quick to turn on his heel, nearly glaring at the other.

"did i?” he switches personas, this time playing himself as an excited kid, nearly bouncing up and down. “oh i just tried so hard not to cause a disturbance for everyone, isn’t it just the worse when you’re trying to study and some idiot knocks books down? i hate it!” he laughs, overly loud as if he’s heard an amazing joke. he stops bouncing, shoving his hands into his pockets. “hey, you seem nice, wanna get something to eat?” if nothing else, maybe hwiyoung could get a warm meal out of the guy.

[sanguinie]

✉

prompt / accepting

( sms : flower friend ) hey so i know you sell bouquets and all... i was hoping to maybe get one? there's this really cute girl... i thought it would be a good way to break the ice? ah, nevermind ㅠ.ㅠ i'm an idiot for even asking... anyway have a good night!

it's only a moment before baekhyun rapidly clicks the delete button, erasing the message before pressing down on the send button, a small frown on his face. he deliberates for a moment before quickly typing up a new message only to toss his phone to the side a moment after, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.

( sms : flower friend ) hey!! how are you doing? sell any pretty bouquets tonight~? ^.^

[obciidian-archived]

‘ keep your eyes open. ’ for namoo

SOURCE  :  soft angstSTATUS  :  acceptingTAGGING  :  @actwo​​PAIRING  :  jiang ft. namoo   

      are his eyes deceiving him ?

      it requires him a sustained interval to reinforce him mind above the vigorous impetus which abruptly subjugates him. he’s never asked for these abilities, never has expressed any zest ( conscientious or subliminal ) to be born into a family of proficient  /  adroit healers ; generations over generations of dexterous, masterly conjurors and now his powers erupt and he’s yet to grasp a congested ascendancy over them therefore, everything feels so much more intense than it should genuinely be. in front of his vision and into the core of his mind he evinces confoundment, befuddlement, perturbation. murky brown  ;   consternation of letting go, trying to hold onto something dear, reticent  —  dark pink  ;  untrustworthy, deceitful, fraudulent  —  dark red  ;  centered and grounded to mother earth, self sufficient  —  lemon yellow  ;  luridness of loss, trepidation of slipping out of govern. incessantly and rapidly alternating. his eyes are sore.      ❛  s-sorry, my head’s just….  ❜

      he’s vertiginous.

      ❛  hurts…  ❜      and it becomes more intense which each morsel emitted out of his lips – as if every elocution stimulates each hue to grow robust, more incandescent, saturated. he’s lightheaded that he’s perished grasp of reality – and such ferocious perceptions do not occur as of lack of sleep or feasibly a feeble body ; he’s feeling the indignation in the soul of the other boy so intensely that the sensations penetrate through his chest almost violently. he’s forfeited balance. nonetheless, his gander is solemn and somber ; their eyes pierce through one another with his gaze pierces through the younger’s dark orbs. he’s beguiled, incapable of disengaging himself from this precarious and overpowering hunch. 

      ❛  jiang…   ❜      he’s never been this serious before ; eyes boring into the other’s.      ❛  what’s going on with you ?  ❜

[tuwam]

“Let me help you.” for areum !

four word starters! with @actwo }

a woman must be -a woman should be -

areum’s mother’s voice rings past the headphones she has in her ears. scolding, echoing and reminding areum exactly how inappropriate the scratches up and down her legs are.

recently, areum’s been looking like everything that would make her mother scream. inappropriate in less than appropriate places.

there’s nothing inappropriate about a school library. nothing strange about it unless it’s ass o’clock and the only people here are the losers with the shifts no one would take. it’s not a late-night shift though, in fact it’s a fairly early shift. she couldn’t head to her dorm, figuring her roommate would grill her about coming home late last night from the competition.

she remembers a rather important term paper ( punishment ) on the evolution of graphic design is due tonight and she hasn’t started and uses that excuse. she’s in the library, grabbing books from each and every shelf and ignoring the pain in her legs until she’s reaching for a shelf that’s a little too high and nearly slipping off the stool and adding another bruise to the collection. she regains her footing.

but of course someone is calling her out on it.

“you can help me by locating some antise - antier - ampliso --- something so I don’t bleed out.” she won’t bleed out. in fact she’s not bleeding much at all, just a grazes from when her legs skidded across the ground. 

“or a beanbag so I don’t fall to my death.”