#sapflux

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starter for @sapflux

He had a name. Ms. Nabi Moon, if he read it correctly. What he didn’t have was a location. He thought that the bouquet could’ve been from her, but that didn’t make any sense. Who would deliver a bouquet to a florist? And, one that he had to make for himself? It was cheap, but he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it if it happened. Still, he didn’t recognize the name, so it made no sense. The next scenario that he could come up with, and probably the one that made the most sense, would be that an admirer dropped the name and wanted him to deliver a bouquet to the woman. Even though the thought was nice, he would’ve liked a location. Anything, really. It would’ve made the job a lot easier to do and he wouldn’t have to spend time looking her up. Which, in his opinion, made him look creepy — and uncomfortable. Lu Han managed though. Somehow, he always did. Walking into the front office of the research lab holding a cream colored bud vase filled with red roses and white lilies, he moved up to the front desk and placed it on top. The florist was way out of his comfort zone, but he still had a bright, welcoming smile on his face. “Hello, I’m looking for Ms. Moon. I think this was meant for her?”

[koubaiiro]

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💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart.

Surprisingly enough, Ishiko hasn’t quite experienced that gut-wrenching, tearjerking type of heartbreak in her life yet. She’s been in a lot of short-term relationships, none lasting more than a few months, but most of those relationships ended on either a) her inability to commit or b) mutual terms with the other person. Ishiko is the type to move on from relationships without any regrets; she refuses to let anyone else have control over her emotions like that.

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

Honestly, she would probably kill for anyone in her family. Her siblings (and even her parents) have all been actual muses in rp instead of mere npc’s, so they’ve grown to be characters in this roleplay that have life and backstories. Of course, to highlight the relationships that Ishiko has with other muses, I’ll focus on one muse in particular. 

One person that Ishiko would kill for would be Gun ( @qiangun ). She and Gun are the same age, but out of everyone she considers to be family, he’s the only person that is younger than her, even if they’re less than three months apart. He’s her stepbrother’s best friend, and also one of the three people she lives with. However, compared to the rest in the family, she has the most protective instinct toward him. He’s an adult and can make his own decisions, but there are times where he’s got cigarette burns on his arms or occasionally has bruises and cuts that worries her greatly. It’d be absolutely hard for Ishiko to even commit such an act as murder, but her instincts to protect him would probably be enough of a catalyst to push her to that point.

🔥…someone my muse would die for.

Again, this could be anyone in Ishiko’s family; she’d be willing to die for them all if the situation calls for it. Momo ( @peachblossvm ) is her stepsister, the one girl she finds herself closest to. Growing up, Ishiko was the youngest of the three, and twins kept her safe and made sure she wasn’t hurt. No matter the situation, Momo’s been an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, and a hand to hold. For all of that, Ishiko’s looked to her as someone to get advice from, but also someone worth protecting. With Momo’s protection toward her, she would want to do the same for her.

[inwolvesteeth]

sapflux:

“The Big Dipper is the only one I can ever find.” She shakes her head, a smile on her lips, looking up with the starlight reflecting on the glass and silver of her glasses. Her finger traces out a connection in the sky, looking for Cassiopeia. The two have no place next to each other, jagged pieces that don’t fit; he’s a 17 year old drop out and she’s 6 years his senior, a PhD student. A connection is made anyway, indiscernible flares in the sky hooked into shapes.

“at least that’s one of ‘em.” he lets his hand fall onto his lap, no longer connecting the stars with his fingers but with his eyes. perhaps he should have felt strange sitting next to a woman who was far older than him, with more years folded into her skin. but the constellations were far bigger than them, than something as meaningless as time and age, an undefinable and endless beauty in the night sky. he looks at her, at the starlight on her glasses and smiles. “which one are you looking for?”