#mpxbora

[exmpxyoongi]

tough talk;

@mpxbora

Yoongi hesitated outside Bora’s door, trying to figure out if he really wanted to do this. He had told Osiris that he would be the one to talk to Bora about what they had discovered in Jordan’s apartment, but he was starting to wonder if that had been a bad idea. He was too close to this, wasn’t he? The things he had read in that journal had filled him with a white hot anger, had made him happy that he had shot that awful bastard in the head. Had made him regret not making him suffer, in fact.

But he had to do it. He did not want to make Bora talk to a stranger about this.

So he finally knocked, and then stuck his hands in his jeans pockets and tried to appear at least a little casual. At least like rage was not still sizzling under his skin, and maybe like he had actually slept in the last few days. He thought that his expression was probably fairly composed by the time the door opened. “Hey, Bora. Sorry for not calling ahead, but... We need to talk. Can I come in?”

[exmpxyoongi]

bend or break;

@mpxbora | continued from [ here ]

Yoongi had noticed something was off the second he entered the Flower Mill to grab a coffee after his early shift. Bora was pale, her movements slow and weak as if her limbs were leaden. She looked awful. He had immediately dragged her to her office, hoping that even a brief rest would do her a little bit of good. If he had not known her so well, he would have been surprised she was forcing herself to work like this. As it was, he was just worried and a bit cross with her for ignoring her health.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he replied simply, tone toeing the line between gentle and firm. “You look like you have one foot in the grave. You’re done for today- and I’m not going to argue about this. Don’t make me fake a safety concern to shut the shop down early.” He would do it, and he knew that she knew he would.

“I’m sure one of your employees can handle things for the rest of the day. And if not, you really need to get a manager in here. You can’t do everything on your own, you know? It’ll wear you down after a while... Or, it already has.” He sighed, leaning against the edge of her desk and reaching out to feel her forehead. “I’m taking you and Siwoo back to the house. You can rest up in the guest bedroom, I’ll play nurse, and Taemin can take care of Siwoo. You won’t have to worry about a single thing. Doesn’t that sound good?”

[mperosx]

“My tranquility needs to be refurbished.”

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    Eros’ laughter bounces off the room and is like music as he holds his stomach in an attempt to try and stifle it. The trouble with spring is that it comes with rain and rain brings a sneaky accomplice to the crime of damage done to Bora’s once pristine outfit. A splash of mud kicked up by a passing car has slopped itself across the front of her clothes.   “Oh no!” Eros manages between his laughs. He’s not laughing at her, simply laughing at how fate had played this out. Eros himself had just narrowly missed the splash because he had halted to tie the thin strings of his shoes and had watched in shock and surprise as it sprayed on the woman before him. “Forgive me, I’m not laughing at your plight lovely, just that it was honestly meant to be me who got it but my shoe was untied.”   The god stands and stretches his wings a bit, one being polite and shielding her from the view of others that might stare. “May I assist you and buy you a new blouse since my misstep was your misfortune for today?”

[dakotaxmp]

✍ my muse teaching your muse

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    Bora is mixing up a new drink concoction and Dakota is near the coffee machine watching as it happens. He had come in to get himself a small snack and maybe pick up a sweet for Santino today when he had asked what she was up to and found that she was creating something new. His attention now solely on her crafting Dakota has almost forgotten what he had come in for. That is until his stomach growls loudly at him.

  Coffee smells do this to him every time, which is an irony because coffee just really shouldn’t make him hungry.

   “What will you call it? I mean if it’s good and you keep it to be on the menu,” he asks as his eyes move to the various things they have to offer food wise. “It smells good whatever it is!”

[mpxeijipark]

♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick

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🌸

   A cough escapes him and Eiji buries it in the crook of his arm to avoid it getting on anyone in the same aisle as him. Right now he’s standing before the various cough syrups, fever suppressants, and allergy meds trying to determine if he wants to give any of them a try or if he wants to go to one of the many people on in the city who know more about how to cure things than some generic version of Nyquil.

  His eyes scan the bottles and boxes hoping for something a little more holistic before he sighs a little louder than he means to and gives up. Soup, he just wants some soup. As he’s turning down the aisle to head in that direction he coughs again, lungs sounding dry, and pauses to cover his face again. He sounds bad! So bad in fact he almost doesn’t hear that someone has stopped and is asking if he’s alright.

  “I’m sorry,” he says then turns a little more away, “Sorry if I got you, trust, I’m trying to find something to stop coughing.”

[mpxposeidon]

❛ please, don’t go. ❜

angst starters: still accepting

The god paused as he sent the toddler into Bora’s home, standing from his lowered position after speaking to his son. Siwoo bolted past the two and made a beeline for what Poseidon assumed was his room. He was more than happy that he got to spend the entire day with his son but, he knew he had to give him back to his mother at the end of the day. Which, Poseidon had no problem with, he understood this is how things had to work and he had learned that Bora was more than capable of raising his son. However, he couldn’t help but tilt his head in question as he looked down at the shorter woman.

He reached a hand out to rest to rest it softly on the demigoddess’ elbow, hoping to offer some comfort as she seemed to be in distress. “Wait-- You want me to stay? Did you need help with Siwoo?” Poseidon’s eyebrow’s furrowed in question as he took in the woman before him, growing more concerned as he waited for her.

[manixmp]

❛ please, don’t go. ❜

angst meme: still accepting!

‘I won’t...’ he has the words in his mouth, but he hesitates to say them. “Bora...” he begins with a sigh, silvery eyes conflicted all of a sudden. He does not wish to make a promise he can’t keep, especially not to anyone that he’s come to care for. But how cruel it would be of him to not offer her at least the slightest bit of comfort that he wasn’t going anywhere. At least not anytime soon. He sighs again and smiles at her despite himself. Resting his hand gently on top of hers, squeezing it reassuringly, he speaks again.

“I wish I could say that I don’t plan on going anywhere, but there are some loose ends that I have to take care of eventually,” he starts off vaguely, careful not to give away too many details, “And if things were the way I wanted them to be, I wouldn’t ever have to leave because this place has been the only true home I’ve ever known,” he continues, a bit of melancholy washing over him the more he ponders it. He shakes off the feeling, returning his focus to comforting his friend once again. “But until then, I will be here for you, and here for Siwoo whenever you need me,” he can promise that at the very least.