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25. My muse will go skinny dipping with your muse

“Oh fudge! It’s freezing!” The water was as cold as ice, or so it seemed to be as Jongsuk stuck a toe in, eyes flitting over to Woobin in disbelief at how well he was dealing with the temperature of the water. Again testing it with his toe he shivered, before deciding the best way to go about it would be to do it fast. Like ripping off a bandaid. 

It was hard to ignore the state of nakedness they were both in. It was even harder to keep his eyes off the toned back of he other. 

Damn him and his muscly back. Damn, damn, damn!

The idea to go skinny dipping most definitely was not his idea, and he had no idea why he’d agreed to it. There seemed to logical reason for the two to be wading through the slowly warming water, but there they were, completely naked and trying not to let their eyes fall on each other, or so Jongsuk hoped.

The thought of Woobin’s eyes on him as floated in such a vulnerable state, lack of clothes leaving him feeling awfully exposed, was undesirable at least. Opting to keep his back to the man at all times he tread water in he same position, trying desperately to form an excuse as to why he had to leave. 

He thought of none, mind to preoccupied in worrying if the other was staring at him. He hoped not. 

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23. My muse will tell your muse a nightmare they’ve had

Seulgi sighs quietly, bruises dark under her eyes. WIthout her usual makeup its easy to see the toll her lack of sleep takes on her. Its less than it might be for someone else- perhaps the influence of her night wandering goddess, the soul that twists in her. Sometimes the exhaustion is too much, weighs heavy on her shoulders and prompts her into something addled and vulnerable, a state in which she cannot often be found. She shifts in place to glance over the other, shrugging a shoulder listlessly as he questions her. “Nightmares, I guess,” she explains with a yawn, hand drawn up to cover her mouth. “The insomnia doesn’t help either. Can’t fall asleep and when I do, it sucks.” She laughs, a bitter sound with little mirth, fingers threading back through her hair. “Ghosts, right? Melinoe, goddess of ghosts. So I guess…. theres a thinning of the fucking veil or something. Sounds like bullshit, right? But its always too real to be just a dream. Too….charged. A million voices talking and talking, wanting me to know their story or their sins, like I can do shit about it, like that even matters. Maybe its a fucking dream, maybe its a shitty reincarnation thing, but whatever, it sucks either way, you know? Who wants to be harassed. Sometimes more. Sometimes there’s hints of, I don’t know, the past? And maybe Melinoe liked running around with a horde of ghosts, but I find it fucking terrifying so.” There’s a pause as she glances over the other, like she’s just noticed he’s there. “Why the fuck am I even talking to you about this, jesus christ.” She pushes to her feet quick, a critical sneer as she turns her gaze away from the other to slip out of the room. 

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readings -- o1 kwb.

She makes sure she looks the part- her hair dark and her eyes darker, a black hat perched atop her head and a blousy white shirt in contrast, stark against the opulent drapery surrounding her, the huge velvet blue wingback she's perched in a stately throne before her small table, a similar chair in green positioned parallel. It helps that she's young and pretty too, prompts people into acting on the playful impulse- hey, lets go get our fortune read, wouldn't that be fun? People are ridiculous. There's a faint smirk that graces the curve of her lips as he enters, stooping to sit, his frame broad and his cheekbones sharp enough to carve into her skin. Appealing- she hopes he'll offer some amusement. There's the aroma of sandalwood and something unfamiliar in the air, some kind of incense Taemin cooked up just for her and the haze it weaves into the air is tinged a barely there gold, casting them in a fog of something ethereal as she shuffles the cards in her hand. "Think of a question." she instructs the other, her tone all velvet promise, quiet but pitched to project as she sweeps the cards over the table, spreading them against the tabletop in an even arc. "Now, take three cards. For past and present and future." she informs him, waits patiently as his fingers linger against the slips of laminate.

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[sms → brat] nerd.

*squints at his phone to see who it is*  [sms → Kim Woobin] Do you need something? Did you pick up my prescription?