#asyeiji

[asy-minhyun]

Brief Haitus, guys!

I'm sick right now, so going on a brief haitus until I'm better... but to keep myself right with paras, I'm putting this here:

I owe replies to:

Minki

BaeSuzy

Hyerin

Zitao

These people owe me replies:

Henry

Jongwoon

Sungmin

Bom

Eiji

Eunhye

[asy-minhyun]

P-p-pigeons... Why you show me this, Eiji...

[asy-minhyun]

Flutter on By || Eiji & Minhyun

The garden felt like a calming place to be. No walls to capture him, to make him feel enclosed. No, the space was vast and the air was refreshing -- if a little damp with the promise of rain. Minhyun hardly minded a little rain, however. And with the added protection of his raincoat, he almost anticipated the downpour that was clearly going to come. 

Until those moments were to arrive, however, Minhyun was busying himself with matters a little more dirty. With his knees against the grass and his posture a little bent, there was mud collecting under his fingernails as he was quite literally pulling the earth apart. Or at least, he had been.

Now, however, his attention was rather distracted as he was staring intently at some flowers -- where perched proudly upon one of them was a rather marvelous specimen of butterfly. Its delicate yet sturdy wings were outstretched and showing off beautifully symmetrical blue eyes painted against a blackened background. It was completely minding its own business, doing its own thing, and so Minhyun took the moments to simply observe. 

The intricate details on the wings seemed to grow bigger, clearer, and it was something he rather marveled over. It was simply mesmerising, like those captivating bold eyes were luring him in, and he was all too happy to give himself up. 

[asy-jiyong]

Drunken Dragon | Eiji

Jiyong wanted to make his head stop pounding and let go for a moment or two and once again found himself in the arms of his comfort, alcohol. He'd reeked of cigarettes and went through one too many bottles that now lined the floor of his room. He stumbled and tripped on one as he got off of his bed and headed out into the hall. He was giggling and covering his eyes from the bright lights as he tripped over his own two feet down the hall, grasping onto whatever he could to keep his balance. A few times he nearly dropped the bottle of vodka that had been half consumed but it never left his grasp. His grip on the neck was so tight it made his knuckles white. If he gripped it any tighter, he'd break the bottle right there and the rest of it would slip and shatter on the spotless floor. He shook his head as he rapidly blinked and stumbled sideways leaning his shoulder against a closed door for support. He gripped the knob with his free hand, twisting it as he attempted to push himself off and set himself upright when the knob, unlocked, twisted and the door swung open beneath him. Jiyong lost what was left of his balance and fell backward through the open door and onto the floor of someone's room.

[dead-robin-family]

Eiji

It's a girl.

[asy-kibum]

( * )

What are you to me (check all that apply)?[] A stranger.[] A friend.[x] A best friend.[] A crush.[] A girlfriend/boyfriend.[] A fiance/fiancee.[] A husband/wife.[] A family member. 

Where did I meet you?[] A bar.[] A party.[] The movies.[] The internet.[] Work.[] School.[] Church.[x in a bathroom stall] Other. (I will specify.)

How long have I known you?[x] A year or less.[] Two or three years.[] Four or five years.[] Six to ten years.[] 11+ years.

I think you are (check all that apply):[] Annoying.[x] Kind.[] Rude.[x] Generous.[] Selfish.[] Frugal.[] Fickle.[x] Funny.[] Polite.[] Daring.[] Cowardly.[x] Sweet.[x] Attractive.[] Ugly.[] Messy.[] Neat.[] Cool.[x] Dorky.[x] Smart.[] Stupid.[] Immature.[x] Mature.[] Weird.

If you were caught in an explosion, I would (check all that apply):[x] Get you to a hospital.[x] Check to see how badly you were hurt.[x] Tell you things that I was unable to before.[] Panic.[x] Cry.[] Let you be.

If I saw you right now, I would (check all that apply):[] Hug you.[x] Smile.[x] Be happy.[x] Kiss you.[x] Tackle-hug you.[x] Talk to you.[] Slap you.[] Yell at you.[] Be secretly loathsome of your presence.[] Do nothing.

What are my feelings towards you? (check all that apply)[x] I like you.[] I love you.[] I’m IN love with you.[x] I enjoy your company.[] I wish we talked more.[] I want to see you.[x] I miss you.[] I hate you.[] I wish I’d never met you.[] I enjoy seeing you suffer.[] Who are you? 

If you died, I would (check all that apply):[] Not care.[x] Be sad.[x] Cry.[x] Never recover.[] Die of heartbreak. 

[asy-henry-blog-blog]

"The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers."

Henry's chest hurt. It throbbed with a physical pain due to lack of air. But deep inside a stronger pulsation resonated through, past his lungs and hands, rattling into his ribs. His eyes drenched his face as he finally came to terms with his situation. They were in his head. He had been probed And he know worked for them. He couldn't breathe properly. He found out when he woke up. He thought everything was fine. He went to the bathroom, washed his mouth and face. Only then did he see the small raised bump under his flesh on his neck. It was small, but suspicious. He touched it and felt something hard underneath. He pushed down, curious as to what it was. He was expecting just to feel skin. Sometime bumps appear on people. It's normal. But instead he got a buzzing in his head like a disconnected phone. Then a voice boomed in. "Henry Lau. Field agent. Wi-com operational." It made him stumble back wards, finger still on top of the lump. He clicked it again, the same message repeating itself. He realized then that he had been probed and forced to work under the government. He knew he couldn't run or hide. His years of being under the radar were over. He had been found out and turned into one of them. And he hated it. He was so afraid of them. His every thought lurked with fear of them finding him. And now he was their prisoner. Forced to do their dirty work. Hunt down others,like himself, and make them suffer as he did. He wanted to scream and scratch out the Wi-com, kill himself, strip off his flesh, but to what point? They were powerful in all aspects. If he took it out, they'd replace him, if he jumped, they'd catch him, if he tried anything, they'd be there to stop it. Knowing that he was now an employee for them made him hurt so deeply inside, but he couldn't tell a soul. He couldn't get help. He was stuck. Forever. The first few days were okay. He still had the sensation of pure ire settle into his bones, but the Wi-com rarely activated. It only rang in to ask him to get supplies. Rope, scalpels, pins, etc. But Saturday morning was different. A static-y message rung through at eight in the morning, waking him up with a start. "Dirty. Non-believers. Dirty. Deserve to die. Kill them all. Unpure. Tainted. Disgusting. Against the rules. Cause of riots and poverty. Need to be eradicated. Your mission is to kill them. Many are here. Kill them. Henry Lau. Field Agent. Kill them." The gruff voice growled. Whoever spoke the message meant business. The tone was enough to scare him into compliance. He sat up straight, holding his head, eyes scrunched close. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't deny or say no or disappear. He had to agree and kill the bad people. Even if to him, they weren't bad. He was apart of the government, and the people he considered to be his friends, were now bad. The message, alongside other propaganda, kept repeating in his head as he gathered bits of rope, typing them together. The same guttural voice continued to speak as he set up the tape and scalpels on his bedside. The same words kept repeating the selves as he waited outside his room. Waiting for the disgusting, good for nothing, scum of a person to walk by and complete his task. He stood outside his room for a long time, scalpel in hand, stone still only reanimating when someone walked by. He didn't care to see the persons face. He just needed a body. And he got one. While their back was turned to his, he shoved the instrument into their back and while they were distracted by the sudden pain, shoved them into his room, locking the door behind him.