#jinsilxmp

[exmpdonghae-blog]

Starlight

@jinsilxmp

Zeus was quite enjoying himself tonight.

Approving throughout of the tone of grandeur of the masquerade ball the King was one of the few who truly belonged at such an extravagant yet exquisite party. Tonight the god’s charm was indisputable and worked both as a magnet and a shield for others wherever he was. Whether he’d be striding from place to place, waltzing and gliding over the dance floor, or merely standing with a glass of wine in his hand with that regal posture of his everyone would feel impressed by his presence. Them either wishing they could be in his vicinity and talk to him or be him.

Yet the god spent most of his time with his demigod daughter. He was proud to show her off the crowd and to be able to give her an enjoyable evening. When his daughter made it clear that she was going to the restroom the god found himself to be standing alone at one of the tables were they served some food and drinks. 

His uninterested gaze travelling over the table, his eyes caught sight of a delicate female hand with a star bracelet on her wrist. His attention being drawn to it, he looked up at the young woman’s face. Before his eyes reached it, however, he saw her silver colored hair and instantly the god got reminded of starlight. Perhaps it was solely due to the bracelet she wore, but the soft glow of it in the lights was did unmistakably resemble starlight to him.

Already having moved closer to the demigoddess, who apparently was accompanied by another god, he smiled politely at the both of them. “Hello,” when she turned her head Zeus instantly recognized the young female to be Jinsil. A mere mask was not enough to hide anyone from the Greek deity after all. “Jinsil.” He spoke he name, his own surprise about meeting her like this shimmering through in his tone. “What a lovely surprise.”

[exmpanubis-blog]

Possibilities

Continued with @jinsilxmp from here

“There are a lot of people who think otherwise.” She said softly, a ghost of a smile on her features. She flipped another page in the journal she was reading, eyes darting from picture to picture, paragraph to paragraph. All things that she’s read countless times before—memorized even. She sighs as she looks about all the adventures that her mother had taken. All the adventures she had the chance to take because of her decision all those years ago.

“I wonder sometimes how I would have turned out if she hadn’t given me up, you know.” she says without missing a beat. Turning another page, she continues on. “Would I still be this intelligent? Would I have turned out kinder? Less reckless? Less selfish? Less..” she paused to look at the god seated across from her. “.. less like the person that I am now?”

The god liked to spend time around Jinsil. The spirit she possessed was so remarkably close to her father’s that he almost felt young again whenever he was around her. Thoth used to bring up countless of possible scenarios back in the day and of course he wished to discuss every single one of them. It’s thanks to his friend that Anubis had developed such a great sense of imagination. Since it was crucial to possess (next to the necessary common sense) when one discussed possibilities and alternate universes.

So when he found himself to be seated in one of the chairs at Jinsil’s ‘study’, Anubis peacefully watched how she flipped through the pages of the journal. The information on the pages slowly being both taken in again as remembered by the demigoddess. Enjoying this moment of tranquility, a smile broke through when Jinsil finally posed her first question. Yet it was gone again before she looked up at him, mostly because it was not proper to smile when someone was posing you these vulnerable questions.

“You would have turned out different yes.” Anubis replied instantly as he got up from his seat. “But that doesn’t mean less.” Heading toward the desk, the god went to sit down on it in. His back turned to face the wall behind Jinsil, he turned his upper body and head so he could look down at her. “I’ve come to find that thinking about ‘what if’s’ and ‘could have been-s’ is quite unfulfilling.” Flashing her a gentle and caring smile, almost fatherly even, he then shrugged, “But I shall indulge you. How do you think you would turn out?”

[mpxblairkim]

@jinsilxmp:

When was the last time she slept. Had it been three days of five? Maybe it’s been a week already? She doesn’t actually remember. Time sure flies when you’re studying your life away. She barely remembers little things like that anyway. “I-it’s no b-big deal.” She stammered for the other in response. It wasn’t an odd occurrence for her. It was actually quite normal. Her normal after all. Staying up late, for days on end. Passing out at her desk when the need for sleep becomes too great.

She’s aware that it’s unhealthy. Aware that her behavior may lead and has already led to countless emergency room trips. That in the long run, she could end up in an early grave if she’s not careful. But with so much to learn and so little time, she doesn’t know when to stop. A little hard-headed, she doesn’t think that she should just yet anyway.

“I’m perfectly fine.” That’s the last thing that she says on the matter before diverting back into the subject they were talking about earlier. “So, wh- where were we?” She asked. “I can’t r- remember.”

Blair wasn’t a terrible student back in high school, although she was a known troublemaker around her town and the idea of actually studying was rather foreign to her. And for that reason, she never could understand the self-torture that Jinsil put herself though. She stared back at the younger girl, a brow raised as she listened to her stammer - yet again - and lose her train of thought. “You are a speed train going at 100 miles an hour and you’re like... this close to crashing,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Jin, you’re an idiot,” Blair said, reaching over to wrap her arm around the shoulders of the demi-goddess. Although she was often cold and blunt, she quickly become a bit of an older sister figure for the younger demigods. “Come on, we’ll go back to my apartment,” she insisted, not exactly giving the younger girl a choice, “I’ll get you something hot to drink and then you’re taking a nap. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

[mpxhyuna]

“You need to think about yourself every once in a while.”

“I think about myself all the time, darling.“ Hyuna’s head rested on Jinsil’s shoulder, her eyes closed. And whilst that wasn’t technically a lie, Jinsil was absolutely right. Hyuna had been too careless and now she was starting to get a fever - so, really, it wasn’t a good idea that Jinsil was here; she could get sick as well after all.

If Hyuna were thinking clearly, she probably would’ve gone home by now or at least told Jinsil to be careful of breathing in germs. And yet, the next thing she said was, “But it’s cute that you worry about me." Her smile was tired, but surprisingly genuine.

[mpxmorrigan]

❛ I believe the greeting you’re looking for is, Hello. ❜

"Mm, I don't think so."

Somethings were to be gotten used to. The demigods had trouble with this, especially those who were not raised or visited by their godly parents. Poor things. Often times here on the island things that could not be explained easily happened, and the easiest method of carrying on was to forget taught mortal formalities. There were other forms of manners to be learned.

Such as answering a question when asked without preamble.

When Morrigan had dropped from the sky, a flurry of inky feathers and twisting limbs, she had not asked what time it was to be met with sass or confusion. She had asked for an answer.

Bones are still creaking into place as she taps the top of one designer shoe impatiently, checking a vacant wrist. How unfortunate to have left her watch at home.

"Do you not have a phone on you?"

[mpxhyuna]

❛ I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork. ❜

Hyuna gave Jinsil a surprised look and laughed, resting her elbow on the girl’s shoulder. "Really?” Out of boredom, or perhaps out of something else, Hyuna had started a game of would-you-rather. “Wouldn’t that be the more painful option?”

Her fingers automatically made their way to Jinsil’s hair, playing with the short strands. “Let’s see, what else...” She observed the people walking past as she tried to think of another question, then looked down at the other girl’s notebook. “I still can’t believe you’d rather gouge your eyes out than give up on this.” With her free hand, Hyuna reached down to give the open page a poke. “Would you rather... get 5 dollars for every song you sang in public or 50 dollars for every stranger you kiss?”

[exmpjinah-blog]

Blood Bath | Jinsil & Jinah

@jinsilxmp

TW: Blood, death, corpse, murder

Red. Almost everything around her was red.

The totally not related and absurd thought crossing the demigoddess’ mind that the situation she found herself in was absolutely not related to that famous Taylor Swift song, the next second black spots appeared in her line of vision. You’re going to faint.

The thought being surprisingly calm into the midst of the rush of adrenaline and shock that raged through her body, soon she lost her ability to see completely. Panicking some more the first few seconds, she willed herself to calm own. Focus!

Keeping her eyes tightly shut, Jinah focused on her rapid and extremely irregular breathing, which almost sounded like wheezing. Closing her mouth, the demigoddess swallowed to try and get rid of the rather stale taste she had obtained thanks to the blood filled air around her. Calm down. Don’t freak out. You’re not going to be able to do anything if you freak out.

Breathing deeply in and out through her nose, Jinah opened her eyes again a few moments later. Disappointment filling her when her world was still black, she thought that perhaps it was good she couldn’t see the chaos around her anymore. Scoffing inwardly because she knew she was lying to herself, a sneer appeared on her face as she tightened her hold on the dead weight she was holding in her arms. You were too late.

“I’m so sorry,” She uttered in defeat as she lowered her head closer to the corpse she was holding on to. Tears welling up in her eyes for the loss of the lives today Jinah allowed herself a moment to mourn the fact that she hadn’t been able to save this poor guy. If only she had been around sooner, she would have been able to heal him. Gently rocking back and forth as she clung on to the body, the world slowly returned to her.

Once more being able to see how his blood had stained both the walls of the alley as the ground around him, she didn’t even have to look at herself to know that she too was soaked in blood. His blood. Her eyes going over toward the two other corpses her stomach made a small turn when the stench of blood mixed with intestines and human waste hit her. With her ability and her job as a nurse Jinah was used to quite some smells and sights, yet this one truly made her stomach turn. Having no clue who the murderer was or why they had decided to take the life of three people she logically knew she had to call the cops. But she wasn’t able to move or let go of the man she was holding just yet.