#l;t

[lusineinthesky]

[ starter for @munniexmuses ]

Seoul was a city that never sleeps. In fact, if anything, it came alive on a second wind once the sun went down. But these days even the nightlife took a harsh blow in the face of what the humans called a global pandemic. An illness that lay undetected in some but caused great harm to others; its sheer unpredictability understandably lent itself to increased caution by residents. Lucy wasn’t human, however, and she couldn’t physically stay cooped up all day. It was detrimental to her own health. 

Walking alongside the dark, lapping waters of the Han River, the sky appeared clearer than usual--another of mother nature’s little reminders that it was ready for a comeback. Without the occasional distant, drunk outburst of a college group picnicking in the dark for the fun of it, it was almost possible to forget she was surrounded by a major city at all. Well, except for...

“I know you’re there,” the redhead spoke up suddenly, glancing back over her shoulder at an unfamiliar figure, “Am I taking up too much of the path to pass by? Or are you admiring the stars, too?” 

[lusineinthesky]

[ starter for @snstone​ ]

In a city that never sleeps, the constant hustle and bustle of mundane, everyday life can lead to overworked, overwhelmed, and lackluster lives that are only momentarily interrupted by the occasional inevitable tragedy or accident. Had it not been in such close proximity to her own job, Lucy wouldn’t have had any inkling there was a fire consuming several floors of some random office space until the evening news story that night. Because it was nearby, however, many neighboring buildings were evacuated as a precaution. From behind the yellow tape that was haphazardly stretched across all major streets from as far as a couple blocks away, the redhead’s impatience to return to her projects greatly lessened as it became apparent how serious this actually was.

At some point she started to hear the rattling of a reporter rehearsing for on-the-scene updates and even one of her coworkers was asked to give a statement like she was involved beyond observation. While most inhabitants of the affected tower were safely filed out either by emergency personal or their own two feet, there was one person in particular who chose to go up instead of down. Up onto the roof, in fact, making it increasingly difficult for firefighters to safely reach him through the several burning floors between them. Maybe it was the smoke blocking his view or whatever else, but his footing slipped to the horror of onlookers. 

What they didn’t expect was the bizarre, nature-defying and gentle lowering to the ground that followed, as if something large and hidden from the naked eye caught him and simply set him down. Lucy blinked, irises returning to their typical, glossy obsidian color, and she quickly folded her anxious hands behind her back. It hadn’t occurred to her at the time that most of her upper body was visible in the camera’s shot. 

That was several weeks ago, but the clip had been analyzed by so-called local and international experts that it almost seemed a permanent fixture in the daily news. Luckily, no one seemed to notice the weird bystander with random hand motions off to the side, let alone connect her with the “occurrence” as they dubbed the fiasco.

At least, that’s what she thought anyway. Sipping on her tea, the alien tried not to get too worked up at a television mounted overhead. 

[lusineinthesky]

[cont... @needfuldreams]

【text: the rose】 ↳ …I don’t know what I should do with this ↳ Is this uhhh… educational? ↳ …suggestive? ↳ …do we consider this uhh niche porn?

 [ text: ☙ ♡ my sunflower ♡ ❧ ] 💌 -->   documentaries on Netflix are very informative!!!  💌 -->   but what is “suggestive” about the mating process of sea snails? 💌 -->   ......hold on while I search a definition really quickly 💌 -->   >_______>;;;;;;;;; 💌 -->   I can firmly say with upmost certainty that I found no sexual excitement from viewing such things.

[lusineinthesky]

[ starter for @crazyinlvv‘s Fei (: ]

It was rare for anyone to stand out in a crowd more than Lucy did, but the only thing she could really note in the rush hour subway car was the presence of another fiery mane. As more and more people squeezed onto the train, the gap between herself and the other woman steadily lessened until it took serious effort to keep from accidentally knocking shoulders with her. By now, it sort of like being the elephant in the room. When a teenager haphazardly going by caused her to finally bump the girl, Lucy dipped her bright head in soft apology. But as she straightened back up, a compliment quickly followed, “I really like your hair.”

[lusineinthesky]

[ @pecvlixr cont. from x ]

Harry was listening to music all day long, moping around the mansion since he can’t really go outside since it has been raining all day long, he looked outside trying to pretend that he was in a movie or a music video when someone caught his eyes. Someone was outside the mansion’s gate, soaking wet from the rain, he quickly took an umbrella and when outside.

“What are you doing out there?” Harry asked the person while walking towards the gate.

A wandering mind often led to wandering feet. Before the redhead knew it, she had no earthly idea where she was and raindrops went from pitter-pattering the ground to soaking her head and shoulders. A sense of panic rose in the alien. Shelter. She needed shelter before excess water had enough time to swell her limbs. Maybe it was luck but the moment she reached a random gate a stranger appeared with the best of inventions-- an umbrella.

Dark eyes widened, fixated on the umbrella with more than a pitiful expression. “I-I don’t really know,” Lucy admitted, face turning a soft pink. What was she supposed to say? Please help me? He didn’t know her. “Sorry, ah, is there an awning nearby? A store? It’s raining so-” Well, no duh.

[lusineinthesky]

[ @astraeignis ]

The young god looked at the woman before him with an inquisitive look on his face. There was something in the way she said it – something off. He could not put a finger on it, but it felt… bitter. Not at all as if she meant that there was always a good ending. Then again – as he thought of the fairytales from his childhood – the songs of Chunhyang or the tale of Shimcheon he realised none of them really had a good ending. They were there to teach children a lesson, to give the listeners something to think about. And most probably that was what she meant. Was she not bought up on other tales as well? He was of a different time, she – of a different world entirely. Yet, somehow he was sure that the same rule applied to the stories of her world. “I… well, you’re right. But they… they are for children. They are quite sharp in their teachings, quite… you know… umh, quite… black and white. The world is a spectrum of grey. Nobody’s perfect and nobody’s completely evil to the point of total damnation.”

The alien hummed thoughtfully, dark eyes almost droopy as they focused on a pair of koi swirling in the pond below. Her arms were folded atop an admittedly tall safety railing, probably meant to keep small, curious children from tumbling forward into the water. Maybe she was just a big child herself. An overgrown child who was stupidly naive to have held out this long for some absurdly picturesque fairytale ending that simply wasn’t plausible. What was the point? “Yeah, nobody’s perfect,” eventually mumbled the alien dejectedly. 

A small disturbance along the water’s surface, prompted the redhead to remember the small cup of fish food still dangling haphazardly in hand. She straightened up to sprinkle a few pieces down to the little pair below with a soft apology. Why was this so painfully awkward? Probably because she still hadn’t decided what to think of him anymore, whether or not it was wise for her own emotional and mental health to still gravitate towards him. Something that used to be so sure just wasn’t anymore. And that, in and of itself, was so depressing. 

[lusineinthesky]

[ @astraeignis ]

“Busy” was a matter of opinion. For some, one customer was busy. For others, scrambling to tend to a horde of staring bystanders was busy. For Lucy, busy meant not really having the time to complete any one task before being promptly interrupted at the last second and having to abandon it, thus leaving odds and ends all over the store with the feeble hope that someone else might wrap them up or she’d catch a break to do so herself. This exact moment happened to be one of those precious windows of opportunity. Without hesitation, she scurried to the back room and loaded up several fresh bouquets onto a little cart for the front display cases.

Maybe, just maybe, people would see her hands full and bother someone else out of consideration because the cases were starting to look a little bare. Keeping her bright head down, she was borderline giving herself whiplash turning back and forth between the cart and case as she ferried the arrangements like some mad woman on her third shot of espresso. Once one side was sufficiently full, she let the door fall closed and scooted the couple of feet to repeat the process in the next case over.