#caerain

[caeluhan]

Downstream | Rain & Luhan

caerain

With headphones shoved in each ear, Luhan hummed - quite obnoxiously -along to the music, his hand tapped to each beat as he waited impatiently in line for lunch. He wasn’t looking forward to the subpar cooking of the new lunch lady, whom he was quick to make an enemy of when he confessed the meatballs were lacking; But boy was he starving.

As he lurched closer and closer, his stomach anticipated its next meal and growled ferociously. With the entrance in sight, the firecracker scanned over the selection and immediately shrank. Everything looks like it was stirred in the same watery pot. The mac and cheese looks runny and that mashed potato looks more like potato soup ... His lip contorted downwards in a  grimace - the image ironically contrasted the upbeat tunes of Pharrell that reminded him to be happy.

Now immersed in his revelation of disappointment, he didn’t realize his proximity to the food as the new lunch lady interrupted him. “Oh, you.” Her voice lacked warmth. “What do you want? My dry meatballs?”

“They were lacking. Never said they were dry,” he retorted.

“Well, tell me what you want so you can get out of my sight. Anything else lacking, huh kid?”

“Your rice looks tough, just to let you know.” The lunch lady shot daggers at the student in response to his nonchalant tone. “The mac ‘n cheese is runny so I’d rather not ...” He stated without missing a beat.. “ Maybe those tacos. Only appetizing thing here it see-”

“Here,” the lunch lady responded curtly. She shoved a plate of three tacos into his hands. “Now get of my sight. There’s other students waiting.”

The Sagittarius smirked in response, “Alright.” He walked out of the serving station, pleased with the false idea that he had triumphed over his biggest difficulty of the day. He remained unaware of the ominous approach of a figure not too far away.

[caeryu-blog]

newly odd || rain&&ryu

ryu slides his hands into his pockets, tipping his head back as he walks along one of the familiar paths that wind around the outer edges of caelum. it’s a beautiful day, he thinks, it’s a beautiful day and honestly it doesn’t even register as such in his mind. he’s sure there’s some part of him that realizes it’s sunny and is thus rejuvenated or put to rights but it must be so very small so as to practically not exist.  for him nothing is out of the ordinary, really, though perhaps it is a few degrees warmer than previously common and without the clouds he can feel heat rise from the pavement where the sun has been shining all day. honestly, though, the most noticeable change is the sheer number of people outside - and he’d hoped for a second that they’d at least be doing something interesting but no, apparently all they’re good for is giggling and throwing frisbees. jumping onto one of the stone walls that line the path, he perches gingerly - crouching to keep his center of gravity low so as to keep his balance. with a soft sigh, he starts allowing air to flow past him - creating small wind cells in order to keep himself cool, before pulling small stones out of his pocket. tucking his head against his free hand, he absently levitates the stones with pockets of air, twisting and turning to keep them aloft.  it’s practice, honestly - something as fine and precise as manipulating small stones that must be done simultaneously with some mundane background task without faltering in either. just brain training, he thinks - his mind and his control are his most powerful weapons and he enjoys honing them every chance he gets. he lets the stones drop into his hand as he sees someone approach, and he raises an eyebrow, asking rather brusquely, “what do you want?”  caerain

[caejimin-blog]

cyclamen, daffodil, honeysuckle

CYCLAMEN

Who is someone your character has had to say good-bye to?

His grandparents and the friends he had in Busan; he still tries to keep in touch with everyone as much as he can, but it’s not the same when everyone you know continues their lives without you on the opposite end of the country. 

DAFFODIL

Has your character ever had unrequited love for someone? Have they ever loved someone but held it in for any reason?

Looking back on it, Jimin wouldn’t describe it as unrequited love but more like an unrequited infatuation. He doubted that what he felt for his pretty classmate with soft hair and radiant eyes back in the second grade of middle school was anything even close to the definition of love; it was just a silly childhood crush. However, the object of his affections would never find out thanks to Jimin fearing their reaction if they were ever to find out about his powers. 

HONEYSUCKLE

Who does your character love like family?

Barring Sooyoung, his actual cousin who therefore doesn’t count, there isn’t anyone that Jimin particularly feels close to in such a strong way. Of course, that’s not to say that he doesn’t feel close to people, but there’s no one he’s really clicked with on such a deep level. He’s hopeful that one day he’ll find someone to share such a bond with, though.