#dioscurus

[salomi]

The Dioscuro

Colossal marble Roman copy of 2nd cent. CE after a Greek original of the 5th century BCE from the Imperial Palace of Baia, Campania, Italy.

Roman artwork of the Imperial era inspired by Polykletos' Doryphoros.

(Naples, National Archaeological Museum.)

[kundst]

Jan van Eyck (Be. 1390-1441) Saint Barbara of Nicodemia (1437) Oil, silverpoint and ink on chalk on panel (41,5 x 28 cm)

[jxngvn-blog]

[ @dioscurus​ ]

it was pretty early in the morning when luhan got in jongin’s apartment because well, they had made plans for today. more like jongin had gotten so into the idea of teaching luhan the secrets of gaming (because he was really freaking technically challenged, don’t even mention computers to him) and because luhan really had nothing else to do for the first half of the day, he had promised that jongin could do that and teach him some new stuff. he was eager to learn, it was just the fact that he’d be trying to win the other team. which will never happen. he wasn’t even sure was the game about killing the other team? all he knew is that somehow jongin made money out of it and he was very interested in seeing that. also interested in seeing how much jongin will hate him after 2 minutes of attempting to play a game. yes, emphasis on attempting. because like anything he’ll try can be called gaming.

because he’d be busy in the afternoon, luhan had told jongin to be awake in the morning so they can try it out, otherwise the dream of luhan playing anything or using a computer would be long gone. but luhan doubted jongin would be up at 8am to play some damn game. so when his roommate had let him in, luhan had quietly walked into the room, opening the door just enough to peek his head in like some comical character in a tv show, as to look around was he awake. he felt really rude to just open the door like this and barge in because the younger one was still very much asleep and looked like a sleepy mess, just like everyone did. his hair was messy, everything was messy but he didn’t look at that much longer when luhan quietly closed the door behind him, walking next to the bed. he stood there for a second or two, wondering how he should do this because he heard some people might throw a punch or two and he’d definitely lose to jongin in a fight, he thought to himself but then forgot about it when jongin started to move around.

“jongin-ah..” he started out first but because he was basically whispering, it did not do any good. after trying it a few times, luhan had realized that maybe his voice was so boring that jongin was only falling into a more deeper stage of sleep than he was just in now. luhan ended up rolling his eyes at his own stupid ideas and thoughts because honestly, they were getting more ridiculous by the minute. he gently patted jongin’s back, not exactly sure how to wake the other up so he decided to just pat him and speak. “hyung’s here! i’m sorry i’m waking you up- but you knew that i didn’t have the whole day to do this.” luhan’s voice was a bit more stronger now and he was leaning in a bit so he was speaking closer to jongin so at this point the younger one couldn’t just ignore his actions and words. he was deep down very happy. “good morning!” he showed the younger one a warm smile when the other’s eyes met his.

          It was odd to him that he had so many…unique friends. Many would ask him questions like ‘did your parents know famous star managers?’ or something else on the lines of ‘are you one of those crazy fans who hang around stars?’ Unfortunately for those people, he was neither of them. He was just a simple student who streams on their free time. And some people might wonder where did he meet Luhan? Well, that’s something that Jongin would tell them eventually. He liked to hold back some secrets, it makes it fun to see people bother him and come up with strange stories that he would laugh to.

          Finally it was the weekend. Usually he would spend time relaxing but Luhan insisted that he wanted to learn the mechanics of gaming. It wasn’t too hard, but that’s said more easily than done. After a long night of streaming, Jongin finally changed out of his “work” clothes and into sweats. It was too hot that night and even though the window was opened, he felt that he couldn’t sleep well if he was sweating throughout the whole night. One thing he did forget was to put up his alarm before Luhan came so he could get ready, but he was too tired and instantly fell asleep.

                                                                                                             8:00 am

         He could hear someone calling his name softly. Maybe it was a dream. As he continued to hear his name being called, he grabs the closest thing to him and hugs it close. It felt as if Jongin only had a few hours to sleep but the constant calling finally woke him up. Fluttering his eyes open, Jongin didn’t expect to see Luhan so close up, it almost scared him a bit because with waking up from his daze and also being half naked, he couldn’t help but to panic a bit as he tosses his pillow at him. ❝ L-Luhan, how did you get in here? Oh god, look away— ❞ he began to panic a bit as he tosses the sheets over himself almost comically. He didn’t care if his hair was a mess or the fact that he could hear his roommate laughing from down the hall. His brain was too slow to wrap around what was going on at the moment.

[pztttao-blog]

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give.”

Sass Starters! ;status: accepting!

Ah, this was.......... a little rude, wasn’t it? It would have been polite to pretend some sympathy rather than this. Tao squints at him, being a little taken aback by the reply for a moment - it felt like it was ages when he was being spoken up to by someone, though, and after leaving Korea, most people never said a bad thing into his face. ( Though the negative comments were always posted online afterwards, of course. ) Deciding that this was a nice change of pace, his dumbfounded expression turns into a small smile.❝Fashion is a serious business. I really wanted this bag, but due to my schedule it’s gone before I could grab it!❞ 

[ykqueen-blog]

╰ CONTINUED FROM  ♕  ; @dioscurus

most of the time luhan was a positive person, who looked ahead and saw light and good things. to him life wasn’t always as dark as it was right now. life should be more than just he had. he had gotten bad cards and now he was running out of time. a sigh escaped his lips because all he could do was just endure all of this and wait for tomorrow to come, hoping that maybe tomorrow would be easier to bear than today. he was standing outside, on the street and a beanie was almost covering his face as it was covering his hair because he didn’t want anyone to look at him. now he wanted to be invisible, he wanted to be gone and he wanted to escape from the pressure he was feeling because it was all too much.

he hated his father so much that he couldn’t even call him a father, yet he did that in his mind. in his mind he was actually his father but otherwise.. he was just someone who got him his career and that’s it. was he going to expose it all just to ruin his life and his mother’s yet again? the dilemma was making his head hurt and he had tried drinking earlier but it didn’t work out; everything was still in his mind and he could everything and he hated it. but at the same time he didn’t want to waste tonight because it was so beautiful. even though he couldn’t see the stars from light pollution and the skyscrapers, even though he couldn’t look up because he was feeling to heavy to raise his head. like he could do that. he was ashamed, sad and angry.

pas de chance was the only thing that came to his mind. a very cliched sentence– to him it was a complete cliche but it felt like the more he lived his life and the more he saw how bad things were building up one after another, it seemed possible something like luck was actually existing. but luhan wanted to believe he wasn’t totally out of luck. he was lucky in some way.. maybe. to have her beside him. or so he thought he did. and with these thoughts lingering in his mind, he took out his phone and typed in her number. he didn’t care how late it was, he just wanted to hear her voice in the midst of all this pain and he wanted.. he wanted so much but maybe it was too late now. luhan’s gaze was on his shiny, new black shoes as he cleared his throat until the beeping stopped and a sleepy voice replied and a smile was now lingering on his lips.

“i just really need you tonight.. gather my thoughts and make it make sense because it’s really not making sense to me–” a sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. although he was smiling, his heart was hurting. “i’m sorry that i woke you up.. you were the first one that came to my mind. i don’t want anything sugarcoated, i know you.. you know me too. and i care about you. i missed you a lot. so don’t fall asleep yet, please. please.”

time  flies.  the wild's league was approaching quickly.   (  it had been accepted by the general public that as long as she competed, she would win  )  not that there was actual competition but one thing she learned from her grandfather was that the moment one lets down her guard, it would mean her end.    there might appear another version of her, storming the arena in confident strides.   someone better.   and there wasn't any reality where queen would let such an incident happen.  so she remains training to this day.  an hour after school - or even more,  if there weren't any scheduled meetings.  

in turn,  queen slept when opportunity presented itself,  as long as she receives an affirmation from her butler ; that her rest would not overlap with her hectic schedule.  her limbs were heavy with stupor,  exhaustion settling in her bones as it does every night.  tonight was a dreamless slumber where hours easily turned to days to decades in the realm of oblivion.  when the ringing burst forth from the darkness, she stirred beneath the layers of mattresses that were heavier than her, reaching out to the phone on top of her bedside drawer.  even then sighs had already escaped her lips as she tried to stay awake.  queen had three phones  -  one for business connections. one for school acquaintances. she always leaves the two outside her room before she sleeps.    the third phone  (  the one in her hand  )  was for a handful of people she hold in the highest importance  -  family members.  friends.  him.

the warmth came with his voice before she was awake enough to recognize his name,  with a smile as bright as the sun, as she'd always pictured him.  talking.  laughing. the person at the other end of the line didn't sound like him at all. he sounded distant. and sad.  she leaned the phone away from her ear  ( not too far to remain listening to him  ),  lilac hues glinting against the light on the screen. eyelids fluttered open at the alarming tone of his words.    was he in danger ?    but then again, everything felt so surreal.   was this a part of her dream too ?    queen bolted upright   (  dream or not she could never leave him )    and turned the lights in her room.       ❛  i can't go back to sleep.  you already woke up me up.   i - what happened ?   you’re not making sense either.  ❜   she asked, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.   careful questions.          ❛  where are you ?  ❜  

[89sol-blog]

{ @dioscurus liked this for a starter!

Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.

[yanodae-blog]

“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

sentence starters: protective edition.status: accepting!!

To be honest, Jongdae never appreciated when someone felt pity over him. He was too proud of himself to stand the gaze of pity and the expected words of understatement or that he was going to be alright. God dammit, he knew he was going to be alright. He’s not stupid to the point to believe that nothing is going to be alright or that nothing is ever going to fix. But these past days he’s been running way back to the past. The days he would stand in the back of highschool, looking at the sky and smoking every cigarette to take a bit of his soul, a bit of his life, so it was shorter. He smoked to take away the pain of being alone and that his family had left him all by himself. Hypocrites. He thought. Now that he was rich, everything was fine and they were the most happiest family in the world. 

To him it was an absurd that he had to deal with those scenarios. Being with his sisters was alright, they had sibling bond and they did get along but his parents. Especially his father. He was disgusting. He had helped him through college and got him the apartment, alright. But is family all about money? Jongdae didn’t think so. But since their last talk that he couldn’t take away his fathers words. “You’re like this because I made you like this. So don’t look so depressed or stupid. You’re old enough to overcome childish thoughts.” and with that he had left the coffee shop. He made him like this? Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite. This was why Jongdae was now sitting behind the door of his coffee shop. The lights were closed and a cigarette was in his hand while a bottle of bear was in other. “Disgusting.” he spitted out. With a small surprise he felt his phone ringing, Luhan was calling him. With a bit of hesitation he picked up, and only sighed. Hearing out a warning voice from behind the phone. “Are you alright?! Do you need anything?” and with that he burst into tears. 

[aekure]

       @dioscurus

— ❖ 'I know this is a lot to ask of someone as busy like you but I think you’d be perfect for this.’ She told the male as she gave him a pleading look, hoping to convince him of staying and helping her out with her art project that way. ‘I’ll be quite, just give me an hour or so for the basics and then you can get back to your schedules and I won’t bother you again!’ She told him, her hand instinctively wrapping around the other male’s sleeve to give him and even sadder look than she had already been giving. She really wanted to nail this project, after having kind of ruined the previous one because it was a group project and neither of them seemed to be able to agree with each other.