#reply: nox

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╰┈➤ closed starter for @fxrbidden | based on these lyrics - basically unrequited love, muse a watching muse b date someone so wrong for them and wondering why muse b cant just love them instead

He fucking hated this, watching his best friend with them. They were so fucking wrong for each other.... It was part of why Nox didn't visit more often.. it hurt. Hed been in love with the other for almost as long as he'd known them, and in that time he'd had to watch them go through a revolving door of people that were so fucking wrong for them.

Nox kept his mouth shut because he'd admitted his feelings once and been turned down, more or less. It'd been back when they'd first met, back before Nox had started living in his van and traveling, back before his writing career had kicked off. They'd been drunk and he'd told them he'd loved them, with all of his heart. "Dont." had been the reply, the immediate refusal. And so he hadn't. He'd tucked it all back inside and.... channeled it into all 4 books he'd written over the last 6 years.

And as he leaned against his van, hands in the pockets over his overalls, watching the pair fight less than 5 feet away.... he was reminded of just how much better he was for them. "C'mon, are we going or not?" He calls out, trying to hurry up the argument. He'd invited the other to go on the next leg of his road trip, and apparently their partner didn't like it. Fucking bitch. He was going to kill them in his next book.

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╰┈➤  @officerconners liked for a random starter

"I'm so sorry officer, can i not park here?" Different cities had different rules, Nox was never quite sure what was allowed where. The area was out of the way but maybe it was private property? He'd just wanted to pull off someplace, shower, then work a bit on his newest novel. Or maybe this had nothing to do with parking- Nox pulls on his sweater, pulling his hair out from the collar as he waited for the man to approach.

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──➤ starter for @unavernales from nox

These writing workshops were always a little boring, but Nox's publisher insisted that he go. It was important for him to mingle, make connects, workshop. Whatever that meant. After his last books numbers being far less than his first 2 books, she had especially pushed him to attend this Romance writing thing to talk shop with others. How this was going to help him, he really wasn't sure, but here he was. His brightly colored van had been parked in his reserved spot before he'd hopped out to go sign in and head inside. It was recognizable enough that people would be able to attest that he'd been there if his publisher went asking. Clearly she didn't trust him- not that he blamed her.. he had been known to say he would go and then simply not.

He's clipping his name badge to his overalls before gazing around, recognizing a few faces. Some from the backs of books he'd read, a few from videos and news articles. No one he'd spoken more than a handful of words to though. A hand lifts to play with the earring in his ear, rubbing the sore lobe- the downside of stretching his ears was the lobes were constantly just a touch sore. It was a good pain stim though, helping keep him focus amidst the crowds. Nox had never been good with crowds- he lived in a van traveling for fucks sakes- he didn't do people. But his publisher would eat him alive if he didn't at least talk to someone....

Eyes scan the people in the room before stopping on a random male. Most romance authors tended to be women, the men certainly out numbered in the room. Perhaps they could vibe in solidarity- he makes his way over to him in a slow, lazy manner, not wanting to be weird or creepy. "You look familiar-"

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K W O N "N O X" J I H O O N

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kwon jihoon, better known as nox. aged 21 years old, though nox doesn’t much celebrate the day of his birth. he spends his days traveling in a converted van- a bed, a small stove for cooking, a small sink. he gets his waters from creeks and rivers that he comes across, filtering it before storing it for drinking. showers are taken at camp grounds or he does a light wash in the rivers (without soap obviously, so it’s mostly just a quick rinse). his travels often spur scenes in the mystery romance novels he writes, nox using the scenery, the stories he hears, the people he meets as inspiration (with their permission).

for money (other than book royalties), he donates sperm and works as a mechanic. he’s not a great one, but he does what he can while working with small local shops that always need an extra hand. it doesn’t pay alot, but he doesn’t need alot- just enough to buy food to keep his cupboards stocked, to pay for gas and car insurance, and for laundry mats to wash his clothes.

though he was christian from birth, after leaving his parents house nox chose his own path. it was easy to fall into paganism, with the moon lighting his way and the stars calling his name. his friends jokingly called him a moon witch, since he did his best writing under the full moon. he often slept while the sun was high when he had no reasons to get up and spend his nights typing away on his laptop as nature came to life around him. when the weather was nice, he slept with his van doors opened, waking and falling asleep to whatever scene he was currently overlooking. his favorite places are small out of the way spots where you could pretend you were the last person on earth.

the only time he didn’t live in the van is when the weather is too dangerous to be out in. tornados, monsoons, hail. weather below zero or blizzards. but even cold temperatures he’ll tough out thanks to the vans heating and alot of thick blankets.

Basics

FULL NAME Kwon Jihoon NICKNAME(S) Nox ALIAS(ES) J. Knox (pen name) OCCUPATION Romance Mystery Author AGE 25 GENDER & PRONOUNS Male ; He/Him ORIENTATION bisexual ; biromantic SPECIES human FACE CLAIM Hwang Hyunjin (Stray kids) HEIGHT 5'10

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╰┈➤ Open | Nox + ??

“what flowers should i get to tell my friend i’m sorry for a couple decades of complete bullshit…?” he’s muttering to himself, scrolling through a flower site. he tilts his phone to show the person beside him. “do you think these say ‘forgive me’?”