#etxtaemin

[etxsungjae-blog]

My muse will have a nightmare about your muse.

“the white rabbit,” taemin mutters, out of breath as he clutches tightly onto a tree trunk, its rough bark flaking and digging into the skin of his palms and arms. his eyes dart everywhere, involuntarily, and the world spins for a moment, as if to mirror the madness inside him.

he finds himself on the ground the next second, hearing a scream so loud, so pitchy, his skull was threatening to break — or was it just him? his vision isn’t spinning anymore, yet his head hurt like hell, yet he jerks it so quickly despite the pain when he hears a subtle rustling just a few meters from where he’s lying.he forces himself up, finding his center, and advances forward to where the source of the sound is, yet what is this? something seemed to be pulling at his feet, hindering him to run faster, find the white rabbit!, and he surges forward, harder this time, to fight the unknown force pulling him back. find it! his ears are ringing and the voice kept yelling, louder and louder and he gradually goes faster, until he sees it, a figure in the distance. the white rabbit. or at least that’s what his mind tells him.quickly! he runs faster, beads of sweat caressing his face and he tastes a drop on his tongue — blood — and he panics. he stumbles, as he grasps for air, and he falls into something, a deep void. he lands on something hard it makes him choke, and he can still taste blood in his mouth, but when he opens his eyes, he is delighted by the figure standing in front of him. “the white rabbit!”or is it, really? he lunges forward, and he straddles the “white rabbit” between his legs and grabs for his arms. “why are you screaming?” is what he says next, as the man beneath him howl in pain and agony, and he starts to fade from where taemin is touching him, the man’s arms burning into dust. “wait! don’t go!”the next thing he sees are the white rabbit’s remains, and the blood dripping from his hands.he wakes up to the sound of his own cry.

[etxle-blog]

What is the biggest similarity between your muse and your chosen reincarnation?

LE and Vidia are both very bold and strong-hearted people. They like to show off a bit but probably aren’t as intimating as they first seem and just want to make something of themselves.  

[etxmimi-blog]

Our muses facing the end of the world.

never was death so sweet.

mihyun was ready in a sense- for it all to be over with. in fact, she had no desire to see it end, in all of it’s chaotic entirety. so she comes to the only one who she can think to do the job for her. 

how pathetic, being unable to take her own life though she’d taken so many others. her eyes show days of exhaustion, sleepless nights and pale lips that spoke a plead. “ i do not know why i have come to you. but it seems i am a coward even in death. ” mimi murmurs softly, head bowed as she let her gaze fall to the floor. 

“ i like to think you would allow me a small mercy. ”

blonde strands are brushed aside as she tilts her upward for a moment.

“ so.. would you do me a favor? ”  

[xxetxwonho-blog]

Have they ever thought about giving up on life and killing themselves? (possible trigger warning)

this was an interesting question and i went back and forth with it for a while—but no. i don’t think he’s ever reached that point where he thought, i’d be better off dead or i want to die. no matter how bleak things looked, he never reached the point where he wanted to end it all. it boils down to the simple fact that wonho is in love with life. the good, the bad, and the ugly—he enjoys it all. giving up also isn’t in his nature; he’ll plow through hardships with gritted teeth and come out of it for the better. it’s easier to die and harder to live (and wonho does not take the easy route).

[etxjonghyun]

❝ A Natural Disaster ; Jonghyun&Taemin

Slithering close to the crowd agglomerated upon the very first violent scene, Jonghyun trotted his way to the gates of the castle -- subtle movements, seemingly imperceptible for those who found interest in the death of a guard. It became a calamity then, when the second death made its appearance, a wonderful and majestic opportunity for the male who sought for the quietude provided by the unbreakable walls of a place that only nobles had the honor to bathe with its luxury. A third death, he managed to perceive -- escorted this time by screams and yells from those who feared for their lives. He could already listen to that familiar melody, footsteps being uneven, rushed -- crawling close to the madness the minds of those who encompassed a body as weak as the opportunity of their lives being spared. He smirked... A characteristic reaction from a man whose life had turned his back on him, loving the sound of the insanity outside as he moved his way towards what truly coaxed him to accept such an offer in the first place. Taemin -- the name tasted like salt and sugar blended in together, a pot of gold and an endless life heavily ornamented by fortune. It was a risk, however... To engross one in the depths of a castle in which its interior was unknown. No spy had been capable of invading it, being reduced to ashes the very moment they dared to feel the rich pavement under their feet.

The male had been lucky, albeit the process had been well planned. While outside he had a group of assassins performing their magic, Jonghyun had managed to travel into the very first room -- one seemingly small despite its appearance was similar to a maze. He was already expecting it, nonetheless. The Kingdom of Madness, governed by a mad prince, it seemed -- could only be a mystery to a male whose life was spent amongst the dust of fairies... Only to be thrown into a sea of misery when everything was taken away from him. His smirk accentuated, casually opening each door he would encounter as though he was merely exploring a new chalet he had acquired, taking his time to rummage through shelves, chests and what else he could without giving a damn about the consequences. Actually, there were no consequences. Every single guard once protecting the castle was now outside protecting what bit of life existed, struggling against invisible bonds and powers that can only be gifted or used by a witch. Hence, the reason why the plan was having so much success.

Whistling absently, the male continued his journey -- marking his presence with his heavy footsteps whilst adoring the sense of power he held and how he coaxed the future prey with the crimson aura he naturally emanated. He was close... Jonghyun could distinctly perceive. Princes and princess, they were all owner of an exquisite scent, so similar to one very extent despite Jonghyun had to admit... The prince of the Kingdom of Madness had a particularity that he could not yet fathom. It intrigued him, it spurred his own curiosity so drastically that his once slowness became a race against time. Smoothly, however -- he jogged throughout each division... Climbing stairs after stairs towards the very last floor. Oh, such a cliché. Such deja vu! Just like each fairy tale he had heard during his first years of existence... The core of a kingdom, the leader of such -- had always to dwell in the very last floor, protected by golden walls and sharp nails that would scare off whoever dared to disturbed their peace.

Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun would disturb such peace.

"Oh, I'm here mousy mousy." He whispered in a canto, humming a contemporary song that he often heard whilst traveling across lands. Fingers lacing together, both hands pressing against the very back of his head, serving as a pillow, as a support -- showcasing his loose state. Close, so close... His own nostrils could no longer endure such excruciating scent, so intoxicating, so... Tangibly close to fatal... Oh, it almost felt like he was flying! Although he didn't have to steal the dust of fairies to achieve such goal. He was flying, but with feet pressed against the pavement. "Just tell me where you are, precious." Jonghyun murmured with a raspy voice, coaxing with his speech and his natural charm, opening doors, closing others... Until he reached the very last floor, which the stairs immediately led to a door. Locked.

He laughed, swept the length of a finger over the edge of his eye, as though he was wiping a tear, as though he was downright devastated with the situation. He wasn't. He was loving each second of it. "My prince... Please -- I'm merely a merchant seeking for protection. There is war outside, one I don't want to be part of. "