#soure-iteo

[enwrit]

❝ this is weird. is this what caring about someone feels like ? ❞ @soure-iteo && zoey.   ✒︎ meme tag   ( always accepting )

❝ i —-- ❞       words halt before life is breathed into them , stopping with the realization that " i don't know. you tell me " is a terrible answer to that question. brows furrow and lips press tightly together ; she's thinking. ( how does one discuss the intricacies of feelings with a demon ? )

is this some weird demon way of saying he cares about her ? oh ! that thought has zoey blushing in an instant , blood rushing to her cheeks as heat rises in her face. it takes everything to keep the nervous giggles from bubbling up. instead she'll swallow it with a gulp and wash it down a deep steadying breath. brows furrow again , this time with a tilt of her head to ask a question of her own to which she's not entirely sure she wants to know the answer.      ❝ you don't remember what it feels like . . . to care about someone ? ❞       how terribly lonely that must be !

[bloodofthefates]

x. @soure-iteo continued from here.

Zoey keeps her distance, at least five feet apart from the Mystery demon with those luscious long locks covering what is probably a beautiful porcelain fine face underneath… Ahem. She manages to shake herself out of the stranglehold of heart-eye emojis and faint pop music playing in the back of her head like a K-drama to focus on the demon standing before her in the low street lights. As if on cue the flicker of his façade fades into his natural demonic state to allow her to see his patterns show through and allows her to hone in and narrow her glare to intense focus on him.

“Are you telling me you’re finally ready to give up?” She asked cautiously, looking just as dumbfounded as she sounded without being able to hide the surprise in her voice. “Were you letting me catch up and find you?” Zoey lowered the blade she had poised in her hand, a misstep surely on her part to let her guard down even for a second around a demon, especially when she’d come without Mira or Rumi for backup.

“Wait a second…” She spoke slowly, her face falling as she caught onto what she suspected was his charismatic plan all along. “Your charm isn’t going to work this time. Just because you look like that and you’re tall and perfect and your legs are so proportionally long compared to the rest of your body…” She was easily drifting again, her gaze dragging down the length of the beautiful male idol standing before her and losing the plot. Come on Zoey, get it together.

[lilsoda-pop]

handing @soure-iteo a cup of zoey ramyeon (canon compliant)

The Saja Boys showing up to one of their fansigns was not part of the plan. It was so weird that all they ever did was try to get close to HUNTR/X. Yet, Zoey couldn't help but sneak a glance or two at the boys.

They were handsome. Demonically handsome. She might have checked some online discourse around the members and agreed it was impossible to pick who was the most handsome. But her eyes always fell onto Mystery.

"You come here often?" Zoey asked, then panicked. "I mean to fansigns. Not like your own fansigns, but like fansigns for other groups. Do they have fansigns where demons are from?"

[jimseung]

HAPPY DAY OF BIRTHMAS AL!!!!!

VEXIIIIII!!! AAAA THANK FOR THE BIRTHMAS WISHES ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ̫ ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎♡

and i'm glad to see you back on your kpdh bloggos uwu welcome back

[notjustbaby]

nips his ear

"Wh - hey!" hand flies to the assaulted ear, and he huffs, narrowing his eyes at the offender. "You think I won't bite you back? Get down here!" ....his free hand doesn't wait for compliance - it just pulls him down by the bangs so he can bite an ear right back. gently. ..unlike the hair-pulling.

[bloodofthefates]

brushes her hair out of her face.

smooches her nose.

(( for zoeyyyy ))

Zoey stills the second Mystery draws in close enough to reach for her, only her eyes move to track the movement of his hand until his slender fingers brush wisps of loose layers and bangs away from her face. Her freckled cheeks are already bordering on a rosy shade of pink, but when he leans in to kiss the tip of her nose she's sure there might be actual steam coming from out of both ears and bulging red hearts in place of where her eyes used to be. She opens her mouth to awkwardly stutter a thank you? But instead the only thing that comes out is that adorable dorky laugh, overtaking her to the point that she's lost all coherent speech and can't bring herself to look at him directly even with the shield of fringe masking his face.

[moonfelling]

“ tell me how to help you. ”

(( for rumi <3 ))

" help — help me ? "

the shock on her face is apparent, a mixture of surprise and revulsion. elegant patterns flare, brown eyes go yellow ever briefly as she turns to mystery, balling her clawed hands close to her chest.

" you're the reason this happened. you, and the rest of your - your demon boyband. i don't want your help. "

that voice of her echoes, deep and demonic and rippling magenta over the frayed, broken honmoon.

" you, and the rest of the saja boys, can help me by leaving me alone. "

[kaiigen]

@soure-iteo said ::

"mhmm...hungry."

the statement is followed by a yawn, his maw stretching impossibly wide. the fragile joints of the jawbone pop out of place, flesh splitting at the seams. too many teeth too many teeth too many teeth.

some curl and end at a point, the uneven maw of a predator that's assimilated an endless list of species. some are blocky and humanlike, remnants of past meals and disguises. his throat is a void, a black abyss sucking light down, down, down-

then just like that, it all snaps back into place. as if nothing strange ever happened.

"....burgers?"

// for zoey from the eldritch horror!

The scent of grilled meat wafted in the air the moment she opened the styrofoam box. Carefully, gently so as to not disturb the sanctity of her burger, Zoey used napkins to hold her burger. Grease already began to seep through brown tissue paper. If she ate fast enough, her long sleeves could be untouched by condiments and fat.

' mhmm...hungry. '

Just as her mouth opened, her attention was torn away from her lunch, the growl from her stomach openly punished her for not eating any sooner. Calling him a demon would be far too generous; he was a creature. A pray stuck stock still, wide eyes simply watched as her 'bias' unhinged his jaw. Vague memories of undersea creatures featured on an episode of National Geographic's deep sea curiosities. The same episode that kept her awake at night as a child. The same episode that had her avoid swimming in anything that wasn't a pool. His endless rows of teeth and the depths of his maw threatening the sanity of all who survived an encounter with such a being.

And still his eyes weren't visible beneath his hair. Had his eyes reflected his show of Lovecraftian horror, Zoey was sure she'd spiral.

He probably wouldn't be her bias anymore. No, she'd lose her mind entirely.

Only when his normally porcelain doll-like features snap back into place, does Zoey finally blink. Her mouth closes and most importantly --

"You made me drop my burger..." she whispered, an exhausted sob left her lips as she looked down at her hands. Slipped from her fingers during Mystery's show of inhumanity. Barbeque sauce splayed across the table, oil drenched meat slabs had slid from the buns onto the floor and the picnic table. Not even the tomatoes, lettuce and caramlised onions survived. Only the bottom bun and tissue remained.