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helo. do u like dogs? cuz if u do i have bad news for u. (@bloody-myers)
“But... Why? What’s happened to th’dogs?”
P.S. Yes he loves them, and please don’t tell him the truth.
( @bloody-myers )
@honcrous
Souji didn’t know where to find him.... so he sat at the park. He had actually made a sweet this time, since they seemed to spend most their time talking about random things such as this, and he fidgeted a little, wondering if maybe this was a stupid mistake.. That maybe he wouldn’t show up at all today....
annie grabbing genuinely two handfuls of ass and putting her chin on his shoulder :D !
jason's as usual distracted, his eyes trailing around. he's reading a magazine, left behind, something about music, he hopes to get a hint in where they are exactly. or when they are, there's gotta be a year in this thing. a little motel in the middle of nowhere. and he can tell whenever annie walks into his space, that's because everything gets a little bit brighter.
then you know, he yelps. then giggles, suddenly shy. it seems like they can't get enough of each other. "annie." jason's suprised but he shouldn't be. he doesn't move, just leans into her. her touch on him, head tilts on the side. "yeah? found what you were looking for?" splitting up in the effort of figuring out something. the usual tactic. when it's like, leisure. vacation for them. it's sunny, warm. warmer now. "so like i'm no expert but i think there's a beach nearby." he moves his sunglasses up. they still gotta figure out the details but jason can't think. can't figure things out, annie's got a handful.
⊹`.‧₊˚ ⋅ [ P ] ─── @dollieour : do you even see what you’re doing to yourself?
the alcohol is bitter , a sharp bite that tears into his throat : carves out all of his secrets.
iseul was always a loose lipped drunk, his thoughts spilling out of him without a single filter, there's an excess of empty bottles , shot glasses left on the counter , waiting to be filled again , iseul and daehyun had treated them like they were bottomless earlier. throwing back shots like nothing, like it didn't set a fire on the way down. he had thought it was a good idea , drowning his sorrows in alcohol, but the sorrows floated along the surface. as always, he calls minjun, leaves a voicemail because he doesn't pick up on the first ring anymore , doesn't pick up at all. not for Iseul. he's witnessed daehyun getting an answer, watched his bestfriend call his brother and watched them talk in ways that Iseul didnt have access to anymore.
he's laying on the floor, limbs sprawled out with daehyun next to him and talking absently , nothing of real substance leaving his lips or daehyun's , it's half gibberish, half unsolicited facts and things they've definitely thought too deeply about.
he can hear the distinct sound of the door clicking shut and distantly he thinks that's weird, because the only person who has a key is minjun and he's still somewhere on tour, still leaving Iseul behind without a map, no directions on how to get to where he's going. stranded . iseul is too drunk to process that, he tips his head back against the floor, uncomfortably but it gives him the perfect view of the person walking through the door.
deep brown eyes melt a little, eyebrows raising in a cusp over his brow bone. gaze drags, takes too much time in soaking in the form in front of him. minjun. minjun who is dressed far too casually to be on tour, jeans and a hoodie, one that Iseul used to steal and wear to sleep in, his biggest comfort. his apartment is in disarray without the alcohol bottles, clothes thrown in a pile that keeps getting higher, takeout boxes stack into the trash , he can't even begin to be embarrassed, too intoxicated to even realize.
" I must be hallucinating " disbelief colors his words , and he laughs, LOUD , rolling into daehyun and holding on him in the way he does when he's been drinking too much, when touching starts to feel like something he needs rather than wants. as if it's the only thing keeping him afloat he's pretty sure daehyun only went along with this so iseul wouldn't be drinking alone, so he wouldn't feel the pain by himself. iseul stares at the form that looks like minjun, has the same shape, one that Iseul could outline from memory, the one that towers above him and when he reaches out, brushes the leg of his jeans and it's something he can actually feel under the touch ; NOT A HALLUCINATION . he springs up so fast the room spins, jumps to his feet and throws himself at minjun . — because he always catches him . arms tighten around his neck and there's a grin spreading, he lets his body fall heavy, lets himself lean into minjun because he was strong and always held Iseul like he was worth so much more than what anybody else saw.
his giggles turn bitter, like roses turning to thorns on the way to their roots. " you did this min " his giggles dying, fading out like the tracks on a cd do when they're going onto the next song. it's as if he just realized it for himself, that he was not the architect of his destruction, that minjun had done this , but his voice is smooth, beginning to fill with water ; a pot left out in the rain ; the rain water filling the vessel in steady , fat drops " you stopped loving me " even with how badly he wants to hate minjun, he can't find it in himself to . He's been lost, a body without a heart ; he's looked . searching the walls of the chest cavity, where his heart should beat .
" why can't you just come back ? hm ? " he murmurs, slurs really, the letters all sticking together like they were tacky, glued at the edges. it was always his worst habit, the need to touch ; TO FEEL HOW TANGIBLE MINJUN WAS , it was a problem before they broke up , his need to reassure himself that minjun was real and not a figment of his imagination. he'd always cling, especially when tour dates were quickly approaching, when minjun would be gone for months and they had to video call at the worst hours, when iseul pushed himself to stay awake, drinking energy drinks and even shocking himself in his attempts to talk to minjun. worsened by the alcohol and the heart in his chest , the heart in front of him. the pads of his fingers press delicately to the side of minjun's face. Slow and soft , like he can't believe he's there with him.
" look at me " he says, voice cracking in the middle as if it were nothing but a stick stepped on under the sole of a shoe ; broken by the water welling in the ball of his throat , he can't swallow around it " look at me " he pleads, fingers curl into minjuns shirt, clinging with every morsel of strength he has in his drunken body " if you want me to stop , tell me you love me " large round eyes shine with tears that provide a sort of gloss, blinking up at minjun. and he laughs again, this time bleeding at the edges, it feels like it cuts against him. he presses his forehead against minjun's chest, looking for the missing heartbeat " just pretend , min , just pretend... please , for tonight ... " .
i'm crazy. i'm crazy! reading through anaxa's character story and i'm just. i'm insane. these are the ramblings of a crazy person. ignore me.
he's always been a huge nerd, but the fact that his sister died while he was on his way to the grove after struggling to send him there is so... why. WHY. first you orphan the siblings, have little anaxa bullied for being curious and nerdy, and then you KILL HIS SISTER. and to make matters worse, this poor man has no privacy since cerces is in his head all the time.
i wonder what that must feel like to him. can he literally feel cerces flipping through the pages of his memories? or can he hear her musings as she does so? i wonder how he locks her out.
...and now i'd like to think about that 15 days with anaxa thing. maybe he's ignoring you for the sake of pursuing his end goal, but with cerces constantly searching his memories, she discovers you. i'm thinking of it as a memory bubble that she might come into contact with – just touching anaxa's memories of you causes cerces to feel many different emotions, none of which belong to her. she's probably in awe at the intensity of said emotions, especially because it's hard to believe that anaxa, of all people, would feel this way toward something that wasn't his research.
so for those 15 days i'd like to think that cerces sifts through anaxa's memories and questions him. canonically i know she can't control his body, but for the sake of this hypothetical fic, maybe she can. she seeks you out and tries to interact with you, but somehow, you see through her act and call her on it. you don't know that it's the titan of reason, but you know for a fact that that's not anaxa you're talking to.
...i wanna.. hm. HMM. I CANT SHUT UP PLEASE SHUT ME UP
this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control. / casey and madison
he wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know. thought that after moving into his house , having his baby , she'd feel more secure in their relationship . but nothing had changed , not really . she was still just as lonely and desperate for his affection as ever , only now she was sleep deprived and struggling with something his mother called postpartum depression — just another thing added to her laundry list of issues . " out of control , " her attention pools to his familiar features , tracing over each and every tired line , " you mean i'm being crazy . " that's what this all boiled down to , right ? no use in being mindful about his words now , he never cared to before . " god — it's so easy for you , isn't it ? " to tuck her away somewhere deep into the back of his mind while he was always at the forefront of hers . that wasn't completely true . she thought about her family often . how far away from them she was now , how isolated she felt . maybe she was slowly losing her mind . her hand rises , fingers lightly brushing the soft skin beneath her eyes , gathering the silent tears that linger there . the last few months felt like a never-ending cycle of giving him everything—too much, maybe—and getting nothing back . " you know what , casey . " she exhales , shoulders slumping in defeat after her train of thought becomes disrupted by distant wailing . her foot shifts back , instinctively moving toward where she's needed — " you go do whatever or whoever you want . for once , i don't have time to care . "