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sharing cigarettes. she shared with those she got close to- occasionally stealing it from the tiers of his teeth before placing it back in its place. they shared cigarettes when stressed, during deep talks when the moon was at its peak and you could see stars trickled across the sky (though only a few) they shared cigarettes after a drink or two, maybe three or four and possibly five.
he games, she fights. she could teach him some defense as he gets her into the gaming world. though addicting, hyejung wouldn’t get too attached but it would be nice to have a break once in a while, calling hayden hideous names when she lost (a sore loser.) and then taking back everything she said whenever she wins (once in a blue moon.) for her lessons, they’d go to a boxing ring she uses nearby, usually no one was there because they all used professional rings and this one was run-down so it’s just the two of them. they bond over these little things.
night time adventures. the both of them like it when the moon light illuminates their paths onto who-knows-what? they’ve gone on an infinite amount of adventures already, they find this and that-- little trinkets that they take home and have a story to add to it. “remember the time when--?” cue the laughter that echoes along the walls of buildings when they go down the empty streets.
since he skates, he could also teach her. she kind of knows how to since her ex used to skate, she’s always wanted to learn (along with ice skating, rollerblading-- etc.) though this would cause her to have more bruises than usual (at least she could lie and say that it was from her previous fights yet again.) they would be wounds towards her goal. this would probably occur every weekend or every other weekend since she’s still a student who needs to get her **** together.
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Vartouhi pined for romantic love from a young age, dazzled by Lusine’s tales of it. But she also craved praise from her people; she wanted to feel like she had worth and value to them. So rather than going the same route as her sister and opting out of debut–a ceremony to essentially announce a Balahyan royal is available for strategic marriages–she went through with one, naively believing she could be as lucky as their eldest sibling, Siran, who entered two strategic marriages and fell in love in both.
As time went by and her social awkwardness got worse, she started to think it would be extremely difficult to get close enough to someone to put down her walls. The public’s unfavorable opinion of her only spurred on the pessimism, because she was often passed over in favor of her sisters, when it came to flirtation. When she was betrothed to a cruel man hiding his sociopathy behind a charming mask, she tried to accept what she believed was her fate, and part of that was the thought that she would never experience romantic love.
Of course, then she came to Earth and the unexpected happened. Emboldened by how far she was from her betrothed, from the public’s judgment and their needs, and her past, she grew braver as the months went by and eventually sought to indulge in experiences she never thought she’d have. With no romantic interest, she turned to her closest friend on Earth: Jongin ( @xlusory ). What started as only curiosity towards physical affection and intimacy, turned into love. He later proposed to her, and they planned to marry on Earth, with hopes that they could later have a ceremony on Balah, as well, if she ever found a way back.
Unfortunately, neither wedding would happen. He was killed–to this day Vartouhi isn’t sure of the details, though she imagines his line of work had something to do with it. That was a year ago, and she’s still not over him. She knows that, rationally speaking, she should try–Balahyans can live up to 2,000 years, which would be a long time to spend in subdued grief. But she’s sort of reverted back to how she felt when she was betrothed, in that she once again believes she’s not meant to wind up with a ‘happily ever after’ romance.
She gets urges for physical affection and intimacy, and feels guilty whenever it leads her to consider seeking someone out to take those urges out on–like she’s betraying him by just thinking about it. Moreover, the few times she’s sat down and tried to work through all these confusing feelings, she realized she’s scared. She’s scared of falling for a human again, one that has less chance of survival. And what’s more, she fully realizes how absolutely lucky all the circumstances were to lead them to fall for each other. She knows the probability of another ‘perfect storm’ so to speak is incredibly small.
She has convinced herself that she’s content to be alone for the rest of her life–that if she finds love again, what a happy surprise, and if she doesn’t, that’s okay, too. Because believing she could love again is too stressful, scary, and painful.
Aside from romantic love, Vartouhi places a lot of value on platonic love. She had so many siblings, and she was close with quite a few of them. On Balah, however, she took her family for granted, so she never went out of her way to try to foster a better relationship with Afzal and Anoush. Now, on Earth, not knowing their fates, she desperately hopes she will have a chance to mend things someday. She also greatly appreciates her friends, finding their love to be the support she needs to inspire her to keep going, keep trying, keep progressing.
Overall, Vartouhi has a lot of love to give. She’s timid and awkward, but she won’t ignore a person in need of a friend, and would do her best to try to be sociable for them.
basic angst starter : status : (( a c c e p t i n g ))
it’s not everyday the streets are blocked off with sirens blaring. but today shadows cast over the city, grey filter thrown against every building in attempt to bring everyone’s mood down (the sun refuses to come out but yifan thinks the world deserves to look ruined). everyone is too curious for their own good and it’ll get them killed one day, but for now a large crowd watches a show from behind yellow police tape.
the demon can hear the ruckus from miles away and he refuses to turn away without seeing for himself. there are murmurs between groups and they’re all sputtering nonsense because no one knows the true story. yifan watches from a distance because he won’t blend with that crowd and what use would he have there if he’s not gonna try to be some fucking hero and save everyone from their misery. there’s no time for dress-up.
“will you tell me what the fuck is going on?”
he’s seen enough and he’s heard enough– nothing’s going to happen because no matter how much someone wishes for death, it’s too hard to say goodbye to a cruel world.
“some idiot wants to jump off the damn building and end his life because his girlfriend cheated on him.” it’s not as bad as it sounds though, really, because yifan knows he won’t jump. fear is shaking in the dude’s limbs and he’s begging for someone to ask him not to do it– not to jump because eventually it’ll get better. but that’s all bullshit. nothing ever gets better.
@skvllkd received a starter to play with the little dog!!! ( for liking this. )
♡ — MINHEE’S EYES SPARKLED up when she was on the way to her new job. She was assigned today to be the security guard of a YouTuber. A little fan sign event. ( Though, fan sign events could get out o hands quickly ) It just happened to be her favorite YouTuber so she was already doomed to mess up horrible already. She was one of those girls with a too loud and too quick mouth that barely anyone could handle well. She was doing well in her job. ( Of course, she was Cerberus. She was born to guard ) Though her boss didn't like her irascible side and thus she had been often on the brink of getting kicked out. Not that the hoyden cared much. A bright grin curled the corners of her lips up and bared her ivory teeth whilst she stared at him. “You must be Hyden. Ah, what am I saying I know you are Hayden. I will be your security guard for today and your biggest fan.” She mumbled and her words stumbling over each other almost.
☆ ┇David stood near by Zombie coffee shop in Hongdae waiting for his friend Hayden to arrive. Both of them were foreigners in the country, both having the same occupation so they had plenty of things incommon. Today was the first time they were going to be in a video together, which they hadn’t for a long time. Davids schedule had been very busy the past couple of weeks so he was glad they finally could hang out. He kept looking at the time wondering why his friend was taking so long.
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
she’s sitting on top of the steps of the building she just got out of class from. in her hands lay (her future) the text she had taken the week before. she could do it, she was smart. she believed in herself and if she failed then it’s okay! she turned it around slowly, not wanting to see the results so quickly. it’s okay, the school is mediocre, she can do better ne-- fail. god. if she wanted to become what she wanted to be, wouldn’t she have to be book smart? forget about street smart, she’s already read all twelve volumes just by running around on the street with a busted lip and high confidence that she wouldn’t get caught with whatever the fuck she was doing at that particular time. looking at all the red markings, she takes note of what she didn’t get right and mumbles, placing her head in her hands. a light grumble escapes before she pulls out her phone.
(sms) hayden.(sms) fuck. honestly.(sms) fuck.(sms) i failed my god damn test.. and i studied so hard for it..
she looks down, fishing out her bus pass-- or she tried to. she pats down her pockets, standing up before taking her backpack and dumping out all the items in it. fuck. does the world like to pile shit on me when it’s already been such a bad day? everyone had left-- either to screw around or study some more and she was still stuck at school. usually, she wouldn’t mind taking that thirty minute walk home but it was already getting dark. and again, she wouldn’t mind walking in the dark either it’s just that her mood would possibly bring other troubles to her and instead of spending her night sleeping-- it would be on a cold, hard bench behind bars.
not an ideal night.
(sms) i fucking forgot my bus pass at home(sms) fucking(sms) can you pick me up? i’m sorry-- FUCK.(sms) i’m so fucking mad(sms) i don’t even have my god damn cigarettes--
when she sends the last text message, she kicks her backpack and watches the empty object fly into the wall. a loud scream escapes, echoing in the school walls. thankfully, it was just her. even if there was a night janitor, she didn’t hear them walking around with the little wheels gliding across the floor. she sighs, sitting atop the stairs as she checks her phone for a response, getting one saying that he would be there in a few.
finally something good has happened in the last ten minutes.
when he arrives, he already has one of their stress remedies twiddling in between his fingers. she stands up to take it, he’s quick enough to act to pull his lighter out and light her cigarette. this causes hyejung to raise an eyebrow, taking a drag before laughing.
“usually i light your cigarettes. guess y’got my back.. this time. thanks man.”
there’s no real basis to this. sure kae could try to find one, pull whatever rationale and run with it but he’s lost the urge to do so since he started the complaint. it wasn’t much of a complaint either. hiro could eat whatever he wanted, literally anything and be fine. he didn’t have the same constraints as other dogs and exercised enough to match any diet.
“he’s gonna love you after this, he hasn’t had chili in a good year.”
fact is, kae’s fed hiro an entire bowl of spicy noodles - on a good day hiro might even get half a waffle cone.
today kae tries to put his worries in other places, like with a pet that doesn’t really need it, in something trivial to offset the harsher things. maybe if he worries about small things more, he’ll forget about bigger things. it’s an awkward kind of tunnel vision but he wants to make it work. he must suck because hayden sees right through it.
“i’m just saying, i don’t want to go home with my dog farting chili cheese all night.” there might be a little something more in that. like he doesn’t want to go home with everything still spilling out him, worries and stuff. but he leans his chin in his hand and grins instead, his other hand reaching to pat at hiro’s head.
“besides, uptight doesn’t seem like the right word.” he’s feeling pretty relaxed actually. he can thank a small shot earlier for that. but kae’s probably more uptight when he tries to relax, shoulders hunched and body slack in the seat. “one more shot and I promise I won’t be as uptight.”
“sorry, i guess.” she shrugs her shoulders, taking out her lighter and a cigarette to smoke off the excess stress. “it was extra, sure. but they could have taken somethin’ from you. like.. iunno, your wallet. your dignity.” she jokes, now trying to lighten up the mood. “it was unnecessary of me to throw secrets out to strangers-- not your secrets but my secrets, so don’t trip. secrets that don’t make sense to them ‘cos they don’t know who i am. for you, i’m not so sure. if it makes sense, then keep quiet. it was only ‘cos i wanted ‘em to go away. they’re away now, aren’t they?” she leans against the nearest wall, taking a drag of her cigarette. “an’ sorry that i might have broken your ear drums or somethin’ for yellin’ so loud like i was an actual maniac. i thought it was needed. maybe it wasn’t, but they’re off our asses now, yeah?”
