#etxkibum

[etdksoo]

Our muses will have a bath together.

Kyungsoo rarely gets sick, but when he does it hits hit him real hard, rendering him almost invalid and bed ridden until he's back to perfect health. It's probably from fatigue or something. He wasn't sure where he got the cold, really, but the next thing he knew he's already feeling queasy and passing out in the open due to high fever. It's probably bad from how awful he felt with his limbs feeling heavier than stone and his bones hurting to their very core. He hated being tied down to the bed like that, being helpless, but there's nothing he can do when all he had strength for is sleep. Kibum was there though, the one who nursed him back to health and probably the one who spotted him falling to the ground unconscious. He's grateful knowing the guy probably had more interesting stuff to do than take care of someone sick. He owes him big time.

"How are you feeling?" Kibum asks, pressing a hand on Kyungsoo's forehead to check on his temperature and notes that the fever had finally been broken. Kyungsoo's lying on his stomach, his cheeks squished on the pillow and replies with a soft "Good." He feels a whole lot better than he did days before. Albeit still a little weak, but at least he doesn't feel like passing out every second. He gives Kibum a small smile to prove his point which earned him a chuckle. "How about a warm bath so we can put some real food in you later?"

Kyungsoo nods almost instantly, thinking the cold water would do him good considering how much he had probably sweated out with the fever so he allows himself to be whisked away towards the bathroom, stripped down to his underwear and be lead to the tub. It's probably the after effects of getting sick, but he's feeling a little cuddly and the hand that clutches onto Kibum's shirt is enough proof. He's got his puppy eyes on, he knows, but he couldn't care less, not when he's already whined a soft "please, stay."

Kyungsoo wasn't sure what he had expected, really, but he doesn't complain when Kibum joins him in the tub and washes his hair for him, practically purring as the older male massaged his scalp. His eyes are closed, obviously comfortable and content in his place. It's like being with his mum again and the thought makes him smile lazily. "Feel good?" he hears Kibum ask, and with how his brain feels like jelly, all he could reply with is a jumbled nonsense that barely resembles a simple yes. It earned him a laugh from the older male, probably amused with how much of a child he's being at the moment, but he feels good so he ignores everything and fights the urge to actually purr.

[etxemmalorie-blog]

Drown with me.

Sometimes, people makes bad choices, but it doesn't mean they're bad.Sometimes, people makes good choices, but it doesn't mean they're good.Sometimes, people makes smart choices, but that doesn't mean they're inteligent.Sometimes, people choose to drown herself just to see how it looks like, but that probably means it's Emma.

It's a sunny day.

Emma's vision is muddying in the heat.

Even the pirates have taken the day off to avoid the burning sun.

The girl is probably asking herself what made her make such a terrible choice.

Well, actually, she still thinks that being alone in a boat in the middle of the sea is better then staying in the castle, and she surely wants to wander around a little, discover new places...The sea kingdom and the floating island are the closest options of “new places”... And it's easier to find a potion that made you breathe underwater than something to make you fly... A whole new city underwather surely seems interesting... But... Emma doesn't properly know how to swim.

So experimenting how drowing would be seems like a good ideia, she would be able to react better if it really happens... Or that's what she's trying to put on her head.

And that's why Emma's now sitting in a boat, putting her foot on the ocean.

The cold water surely is refreshing.

Everything is planned, the potion will only start making effect in ten minutes, she brought a life buoy an drikable wather, she is not going to be far from the boat,  and in the worse case, she'll just use her powers to make a big ice cube and grab it.

There's only one thing that she can't understand: why she is hesitating now.

With the buoy in her arms, Emma jumped in the sea, splashing a lot of water around.

The sea is calm today.

Now all she have to do, is to let the buoy go... But first she tried to shake her legs, checking how swimming would be.

Dosen't look so difficult.

... Just calmly release the bouy and... SJASASODAUIDADAPM

The first seconds were desesperating. Emma immediately started to sink, and amost instinctively she started shaking her arms too, but even shaking her whole body she still was sinking.

The girl saw herself locked in a loop of sinking and emerging, however she still menaged to retrieve her calm and find out that she can breathe if she time it right.

....The salty water in her nose and throat  was giving a burning sensation.

Emma came to a conclusion: drowning is terrible. She is a genius.

[etxtaeyeon-blog]

If your muse could use one of the mirrors to change their life, which mirrors would they choose and why? What would they change about their life?

      She tilted her head to the side, thinking well about the answer she would give but it was still clear and simple. She pursed out her lower lip before she wrote the answer down in a neat handwriting. “The ‘Mirror to forget’. I think. I wish I could forget what happened in the past and start my life again with more confidence and my own will.”

[etxdongwoo-blog]

What would your muse say to their reincarnation if they would meet them in person?

Headcanon - Send me one of the following. Status: Accepting.

Perhaps he would be more curious than he would be agitated. Perhaps he would be far more inclined to find the fact that this man is perhaps truly content with what he finds. Perhaps he would ask for death and instead be ridiculed constantly by this newer man before him. He would not be pacified with his infinite number of questions of who he is and where he came from, how he found him and how they were the same; he would ask this man, this mad man how his existence had come to be. He would not truly understand the concept of this entire ordeal and use the excuse of tea to keep the Hatter around. But how would he, he a simple man, find some way to decipher these rhymes of madness and find solitude in the questions of his own lingering existence? 

Or maybe.

Maybe he would ask him of all the teas he’s tried; all the sugars and creams that have dipped into the very liquid that has become an addiction and yet a soothing satisfaction in his bones. So truly what is there to say to a man who is the same person as he? Hello? Goodbye? Go away?

“A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!”

[etxjonghyun]

If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?

“If I could change something in my life…” The male swept his tongue across his bottom labium rather absently, finger pressing against his chin thoughtfully as he rapidly examined tatters of his memory. A frown perched his brows for a brief second however, believing that – at first – there was simply nothing in his life that he should have changed. “I don’t– Oh, damn!” His round pools grew into two full moons, a smirk developing on his natural plush lips before he lifted his finger to request silence, nodding his head a couple of times. “Indeed, there is undoubtedly something I could have changed in my life.” The male steepled his fingers, humming a canto all too familiar in his own land – one he so often listen to whenever he was outside playing with the lost boys.

“I chopped a head in half before chopping the limbs. What a mistake! This is so dramatic and frustrating.” He exhales a growl, annoyed upon the memory, biting his lips to demonstrate his irritation. “Damn it, I always adore watching them scream in agony. That boy, however… Was so annoying I had no other option but – damn it. Still, first limbs! Then head.”

[etxmimi-blog]

Our muses will meet each other again 50 years later.

the universe was such a funny, fickle thing.

and so was life. 

fifty years of solace had left mimi many a days to think over her time on this great planet, and all that she had experienced on it. sure, now her bones ached with not of her rambunctious activities under the rule of the future kingdom, but rather age and it’s hold over the female. she was not like the other fables, she was sadly, just human. and humans aged normally so. 

seventy? how could it be? she had lived through it all, wars, friends past, and lovers long lost.

to put it simply, kim mihyun was tired.

she finds herself in the kingdom of knowledge, the brink of the water in her vision and cooling her cheeks. she knows who and what lurks there, and she catches sight of one of those particulars, even with her fading eyesight. 

“ i know you probably don’t recognize such an old woman, but i used to come here as a young girl once. i thought it a nice place to find my final peace. ” she smiles faintly, revealing laugh lines and eyes that had seen many things in their years. 

“ what it must be like to not age as a human does.. mm. i feel very tired. you don’t have to stay. but it would be nice. ”

[xxetxwonho-blog]

How much did the fact that your muse is a reincarnation affect their life?

not a lot, actually. like i mentioned in a previous answer, wonho doesn’t know a lot about who he was in his past life aside from a a few dreams and snatches. nor is he interested in finding out. unlike some, he’s never made a conscious effort to seek out more information about who he was before because he doesn’t care. i think it does unsettle him somewhat when he stops to think that he was/is someone else, but it’s not really important.

eta: in a meta sense, would he have been the same person if he wasn’t a reincarnation? maybe not. yes, his life is a series of choices, but could it have taken a different road? sure, though not as much as you would expect.

[etxmina-blog]

My muse finds your muse dead.

The ocean was big and vast and a place that Mina hasn’t gone often much to her displeasure.So being in a kingdom with an ocean was a joy. As soon as she shook off her guards, her first stop was to go for a dip. Clothes and all. She pushed forward and forward leaving everything behind. The waves she encountered got bigger and bigger.Dipping under for longer than the last time. Coughing more every time she was allowed air. Moving got harder to do. Her limbs got tired. As she dipped under once more, resurfacing didn’t happen this time.The next time she was seen on the surface was when her body washed up on shore. Only to be discovered by a raven haired prince that she never had the pleasure of meeting.