#elio open

[starsmaligned]

“are you kidding me? of course i could bench press you. no. get over here. i’ll do it. right here, right now. do you think i’m weak or something?”

[starsmaligned]

open to : m/f/nb/anyone muse : elio/the sun (fc wonho)

This was something the Sun wasn’t trying to make a habit of. The male was sat on the shag rug in front of his windows ( which took up the entire wall of his bedroom ) watching the sun rise with a mug of coffee cradled in his palms. He didn’t often go out at night to clubs, nor did he often take someone back to his large apartment with him. But here he was, feeling like he was taking a leaf out of his brothers book as he turned his head to look at the stranger who was fast asleep in his bed. The rays of the rising sun made it seem as if his tanned skin was golden, glowing in the light as he turned his attention back to the sun. Elio was mostly naked, clad only in his boxers - a few scratch marks showing red against his skin, evidence from last nights activities. As he put down his mug he reached his arms upwards, stretching out his aching muscles. He was usually practicing his yoga or pilates at this time of the morning, but he thought it might be a little odd for the stranger to wake up to him working out in the bedroom. The rustling of blankets drew his attention, turning his head once again to lock gazes with the person he brought home with him last night. “Good morning” He spoke, voice quiet yet still laden with sleep. “Did you want a coffee?”

[starsmaligned]

open to : m / f / nb for : mutuals and nonmutuals muse : sun / elio ( fc wonho )

Elio wasn’t sure what he was doing here; a friend had dragged him out at night time, when the Sun was usually sleeping. The excuse of him needing more socialisation was used, yet by the third club, the large man was feeling more uncomfortable and secluded than ever. He was wearing the clothes given to him, including the harness accessory that he deemed unnecessary overtop his white shirt. He was sure he looked out of place, squeezed into a corner. Elio was tired, resting his chin in his hand as he waited for his friend to be ready to leave. The male had already drunk more than his fair share, at this point feeling light headed and dizzy if he stood up. A drink appeared on the table in front of them, something being said about another person buying it for him. He really didn’t want to drink it, he felt sick just from looking at the bright colours. Looking around him, he reached out and snagged the sleeve of one of the clubgoers nearby him, taking a bit slower to make sure he was saying his words properly. “Uh…someone…someone just bought this drink for me, and I really, I really don’t think I can handle another one. Do you want it?”

[starsmaligned]

open to : m / f / nb for : mutuals and nonmutuals muse : sun / elio ( fc wonho )

“It’s snowing again” Elio murmured gently, looking out the large bay windows that took up a wall of his bedroom. He had bought the apartment in excitement for summer, to have the suns rays come in his window all day, but he had to get through winter first. The sky was hazy, white flecks of snow drifting down from the sky. The noise beside him drew his attention, looking down at the person that lay beside him who was slowly beginning to wake up. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He shifted to get comfortable, wrapping his strong arms around their waist and drawing them into his chest. “You have work in an hour; would you like me to take you today?” Elio’s fingers combed through their hair, but he didn’t take his eyes off the gloomy weather; winter was hard for the Sun, often making him quieter, sadder than usual. He had less energy, spent more time in the house than outside.

[starsmaligned]

open to : m / f / nb for : mutuals and nonmutuals muse : sun / elio ( fc wonho )

Elio wasn’t sure what he was doing here; a friend had dragged him out at night time, when the Sun was usually sleeping. The excuse of him needing more socialisation was used, yet by the third club, the large man was feeling more uncomfortable and secluded than ever. He was wearing the clothes given to him, including the harness accessory that he deemed unnecessary overtop his white shirt. He was sure he looked out of place, squeezed into a corner. Elio was tired, resting his chin in his hand as he waited for his friend to be ready to leave. The male had already drunk more than his fair share, at this point feeling light headed and dizzy if he stood up. A drink appeared on the table in front of them, something being said about another person buying it for him. He really didn’t want to drink it, he felt sick just from looking at the bright colours. Looking around him, he reached out and snagged the sleeve of one of the clubgoers nearby him, taking a bit slower to make sure he was saying his words properly. “Uh. . .someone. . .someone just bought this drink for me, and I really, I really don’t think I can handle another one. Do you want it?”