#cryochenetic

[poorong]

me and my typist : )

Mun: oH MY GOD ???

Muse: Ah...I don't know his typist ;; 

Mun: I DO. HAH. FUQ U. 

Muse: ...

Muse: I know Jongdae.

Mun: ...

Mun: go deactivate yourself

[cryochenetic]

"Of course, Kim Jongdae, it would seem is a common name for the most handsome of God-like men," he hums out a chuckle as he waves two fingers in a half-assed salute. "Also Kim Jongdae, an uncanny coincidence to meet you." 

[cranialchen]

Eyes narrowing a little, his head tilts, more than baffled by their similarities. "Is this the part where you rip off your face and eat me to take my place? Because I might give you indigestion and food poisoning." He really needed to stop watching sci-fi movies when he couldn't sleep. 

[poorong]

you saying im not cuter than a puppy?

no i'm saying it's hard to be cuter than a puppy of course you're cuter than a puppy baby but puppies have you seen a puppy im-- 

[poorong]

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shoot poop forgot this wasn’t aim

aw you little toddly voddly cutiepie flowerbeam my ray of sunshine babyboo im laughing at you

[poorong]

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DCOTOORwhO

i represent to you all: my boyfriend

[poorong]

fading to dust :)

Life is unfair. 

Her mother Demeter had told her so many times and yet she had always been laughing and disagreed. No mom, I can make life fair! the little and young Persephone had protested. Her mother had only been shaking her head at how naive her daughter had been. Persephone had never really thought of how good her life had been -- not until now at least. 

"It's unfair" she stated again because in her mind she should be able to do something. Her hand rested on top of his and for once both hands were equally pale. He was tired, she could tell how tired he was and she kept talking. In the background, the mixtape he had made for her was playing from old speakers and that somewhat had a small effect on her feelings too. He jerked to the side and she flew up, searching for eye contact, just to make sure he was still there. Still alive. 

"It's not" he replied her. Most of the time, she'd be the one talking and he'd be laying there in silence, listening to her rambling on about how unfair she found this fate of his. "Don't say that, you shouldn't be dying" she mumbled this time, eyes falling shut just to prevent from letting the tears fall. No tears came streaming down her face, not yet. 

Eyes shut and hands squishing his, she pursed her lips together and fought back her feelings, her inner voice that wanted to stand up and scream and hit things. She was beyond careless by now, he was dying. Dying. 

"Don't forget me, Persephone" he whispered, lips barely moving this time yet his words were audible for her ears. 

"I won't, I-I love you" her reply came late but not too late. Opening her eyes to gaze over at him, she saw him managing a small smile -- even if it was so strained that he was in pain -- it was still a smile. A smile and then nothing more. Pulse fading, his hand losing its grip of hers. 

Gone. 

[poorong]

mun vss muse: eyebrows

"YOU KNOW WHAT--"

I think I have nice eyebrows. 

"WHAT-- HELP ME HERE--"

I think they're really soft too...

"I hate you."

Jongdae, do you have soft eyebrows? {`casually reaches out to touch}

"DON'T TOUCH HIM YOU FREAKY THING--"