#pyreboy

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@pyreboy / starter.

" okay so like, say you're on like ? an island. you can bring one thing or person with you ! what are you choosing and why isn't it me ? "

[lycanlike]

❝ does the charade not get exhausting? ❞ / @pyreboy. ♡

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@pyreboy asked : Coiling their tail around his leg. They're feeling a touch protective ; but they'd never say so. No, that would imply a weakness, a VULNERABILITY, that they swore they did not have. It'd imply something of loving him, and that was the gravest sin of all. ❝ You resting up ? You better be. ❞

rest wasn't exactly something he got a lot of, truth be told. between a leader that didn't know the meaning of taking a break, and a mind that refused to slow down for even a second - the idea of resting was more an unattainable goal that he'd resigned himself to never reaching.

and he was fine with that, mostly. a little worse for wear, bags under his eyes that make up struggled to hide most days now, but he was fine. it was fine, everything was fine. this was just idol life, he tells himself. no one said it was going to be easy, and dae-ho just had to toughen up and deal with it !

but it's hard, you know ? he's not ... he's not strong like everyone else ; soft and weak and made to be cared for, looked after, that's what he was. so for as hard as he tries to put on a brave face when he leaves his apartment each morning, it all crumbles when he feels a tail coil around his leg. it doesn't hold him there, more just lets him know who was there - and that was sign enough for the smaller to shift slightly, not a moment of hesitation as he wraps arms around their waist, face pushed up against their chest as a biiiiiiiiiiiig sigh leaves him.

" i'm trying but like, it's hard okay. i can't stop thinking about literally anything and it's driving me mad ! " a pout, as big brown eyes look up at them, pleading almost, the classic look that he gives anyone when he's trying to get something that he wants. " i bet if you laid down with me though, that'd help. maybe rub my head a little bit ? just for a few minutes and then i'll be out like a light ! promise ! "

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@pyreboy asked : do you have a death wish or something? -> STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS

" a death wish ? a death wish ? oh my gooooood, it wasn't even that bad ! i'm literally fine ! i'm not the first person in the world to get a few bruises, su-su ! " okay, maybe he has a few bruises that are ... unexplained, but he brushes them off as if they're nothing.

" i'm basically fine ! it's nothing, i promise ! don't even like ━━━ worry about it ? i'm not ... i'm not worrying about it. "

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@pyreboy asked : Who did this to you. -> send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

always unspoken, always the elephant in the room that is quietly ignored. dae-ho KNOWS they know, he sees it in the way they look at him, when they fuss over him, when they drop EVERYTHING to make sure he's okay. always unspoken and never truly acknowledged. they've tried, on ocassion, to bring it up ━━━ to shed light to what dae-ho refuses to acknowledge IS what it is.

because acknowledgement meant that he couldn't hide. ACKOWLEDGEMENT meant that he couldn't laugh it off and pretend any longer, and when denial was all he had left to cling onto for some semblance of normality in his life, why on EARTH would he acknowledge anything?

so he does what comes naturally when they start asking questions, he distracts. he plays innocent and shifts the tone to something a little more lighthearted, something more palatable.

dae-ho takes their hand, intertwining their fingers with his own as he pushes up on the balls of his feet and presses a kiss against jaw as he tries to swallow back the pain of being SEEN. " suuuuuu, it's just a scratch. barely that ━━━ " a lie, for it looks much worse, but dae-ho downplays it even more, as lips trail along before they linger just before jeong-su's own.

" you said you were hungry, remember? don't focus on silly stuff, just lemme help out. you still want me to, right? "

[bitethroats]

ᯓ☆ let’s  be  honest,  everybody.  like  really,  REALLY  honest  here:  lavender  HATES  men.  it  hates  them.  it  has  hated  them,  it  will  always  hate  them,  it  will  gnash  and  bite  and  kick  and  scream  until  every  last  one  around  it  is  either  running  away  or  plastered  on  the  wall  as  one  gnarly  SPLAT.  this  being  said,  occasions  being  what  they  are,  it’ll  admit  first  and  foremost  that  there  is  no  GRAND  loathing  for  it’s  current  situation.  no  more  than  usual,  anyhow.  

it’s  gaze  slides  to  the  other,  first  to  their  feet,  then  to  their  face.  

❝  what's YOUR deal ??  ❞

@pyreboy / starter call

[bringthunder]

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  been  some  of  his  favorites.  there’s  something  about  the  raunch  odor  of  sweat  and  booze  and  SMOKE  that  has  always  caught  his  attention,  sure,  but  that  all  goes  without  saying.  what  truly  attracts  verso  is  the  VICE  on  display.  let  it  be  known  that  he  has  always  been  his  father’s  son,  regardless  of  his  hapless  denials:  as  a  moth  to  flame,  as  a  child  of  zeus  unto  mortal  folly,  so  too  is  verso  sachs  into  dens  of  SIN.

his  eyes  are  dyed  GOLD  by  neon  flashes  up  above,  though  their  brilliance  is  still  dampened  by  his  heavy  black  shades.  the  classics  call  to  him.

❝  come  here  often  ??  ❞

@pyreboy / starter call

[hasturs]

concerts  are  not  the  territory  of  the  divine.  no  god  sits  near  the  cusp  of  the  stage  as  the  show  wraps  up,  no  fawning  demigod  lingers  in  hopes  of  getting  a  pity-inspired  autograph,  no  greater  power  stays  to  observe  mortal  affairs  -  none  beyond  the  one  curling  about  the  base  of  his  brainstem.  the  show  has  wrapped  up,  the  story  is  over,  and  a  question  is  asked  of  him  by  that  godforsaken  intruder:  why  are  you  still  here,  sean?  

the  answer  comes  in  a  wave  to  the  guitarist,  the  venue  mostly  empty  now,  ❛  hey,  where’d  you  learn  to  play  ??  ❜

@pyreboy . starter call