rumor has it you were staring at ephraim's ass the other day... and other days too
“Well-- sometimes your eyes can just slip.” Sol is pretty good at sounding convincing even when all he’s doing is trying to convince himself. His mouth props open for a few seconds as he grabs haphazardly at words, muttering.
“And-- sometimes you end up in front of someone’s a-- butt, you end up in front of someone’s butt if you happen to bend over to pick something up. Or your eyes just naturally fall there on occassion. Like-- boom, there it is suddenly. A butt. Everyone does it. I’ve accidentally looked at Audrey’s butt, or Henry’s. We move around each other frequently, you know-- butt slips happen. I’m sure other people have looked at Ephraim’s butt.”
Completely ignoring the fact that he has purposefully looked at Ephraim’s butt. He’s going to be wandering around the ship now compltely avoiding eye contact with the lower halves of crew members’ bodies because someone is paying attention.
The note tacked on his door is sufficiently crumpled, almost like he feels triumphent arguing with a piece of paper.
when he was still new, one of the crew members told sol jaewon loves hugs, especially on his birthday (also given a false date). sol gave jaewon the warmest, tightest hug and it was like hugging a wet cat about to rip your eyes out. he nearly got left on a deserted planet for that one
ACCEPTED
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IM DEAD this is probably the truest thing that’s ever happened ever, it’s probably passed into myth now, the other crew members who remember it still talk about it and tease them both about it, and jaewon reminds himself to weigh the pros and cons for keeping sol on board
“you sure have one,” henry retorts easily, raising the half-empty glass in his hand at the younger male and sending him a bright smile.
“i’m sure ephy appreciates it wholly and fully.” he grins brightly, shifts his head and takes another sip. before another thought hits him and he quickly speaks up again. “unless, of course, you don’t want him to, in that case i’m sure he’s keeping proper distance. ephy’s a good kid, he’s raised well, he wouldn’t do anything you don’t agree with.”
he gives a serious nod of his head, then grapples for the bottle of booze he’s keeping to his disposal, nudging it over to sol. “have a drink. you’re a good kid, sam.”
he grins a bit stupidly, then waves his free hand at the younger male. “i’m kidding. i know that’s not your name.” he moves the hand to gently ruffle sol’s hair, running a thumb over the male’s forehead and cheek.
“how did you make it off persephone?”
his eyes grow soft, gentler, memories of their time spent together filling his mind. he remembers the kid he taught a few tricks and cheats, on how to fix the basic things that usually need fixing aboard a ship. he strokes the soft hair a few more times, then smiles sadly.
“i’m sorry i couldn’t bring you along.” then a bitter chuckle follows. “though maybe that was for the best. they might’ve shot you too otherwise.”
Send me “Moodboard” + a symbol for me to make a board for a muse (or pair) with an unpleasant twist.
@syxsol + 👿 A muse as a demon
Baigujing (Chinese: 白骨精) Is a flesh eating demon whose true form is a skeleton. It often shapeshifts into an innocent or beautiful human figure to deceive it’s victim and eat their flesh.
Send “#” for a RANDOM text. [ tx; s.flare ] i know ur with ephy rn [ tx; s.flare ] tell him he left the kitchen a fucking mess and im gonna kill him for it [ tx; s.flare ] thankssssss
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. [ tx; s.flare ] not to pry or anything but uh [ tx; s.flare ] r u and sullivan a thing? [ tx; s.flare ] i really cant have this kind of drama on my fucking boat sol, figure ur shit out and do it quiet-like- yeah?
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. [ tx; s.flare ] the word ‘love’ is abhorrent to me in all forms, vallurians do not feel such a degrading emotion, you need to stop slandering me before i introduce u to the airlock [ tx; s.flare ] what, no witty comeback kid? [ tx; s.flare ] OH [ tx; s.flare ] hi sol just ignore all that, kafka is just being frustrating again
Au: Sidereus remembers his old relationship with Sol inside a bus
There are places in this world where reality is surreal. Time doesn’t exist and everything is disconnected and weightless as if it’s just you in that place and no else. For Hyojong, that place was in the right back seat of the 345 city bus.
He still remembers when he met him. It was a rainy night and he was on his way back home after being fired from his job. He had his head slumped against the window, staring emptily at the droplets that were racing down the glass. He was so immersed in his own world he almost didn’t hear the simple request that was asked of him.
“Can I sit next to you?” Hyojong lifts his gaze to the source of the voice and gets stunned. The guy standing there was giving him the kindest smile he’d seen in existence. Hate, disgust, worry, pity he was used to receiving but never kindness. Especially not from such a handsome stranger.
At some point, he realized he should probably say something instead of just gapping like a fish out of water. “Ah..uh..yeah. Yeah, you can sit.”
“Thanks.” The other takes his place, carefully lifting his traveling backpack onto his lap. “It’s really rainy outside, isn’t it? I had to run to catch this bus or I’d be soaked…” He pauses, arching a brow. “I’m sorry, is there something on my face?”
“What?”
“My face. You’re staring.”
“Oh… no, no, no. Uh- Your hair.”
“Oh…yeah, guess Violet’s not much of a natural color, is it?”
“I like it. It fits you.”
“Thanks…”
“…”
“…”
“I’m Hyojong.”
“JunHui.”
From then on the two of them always managed to meet at the 345. It wasn’t that hard really. Jun was new in town and wanted to explore the city, and Hyojong was completely free so why not help the guy. They arranged to meet almost every day at the bus stop and from then on things slowly started to work for them.
Hyojong was really happy about it. Even though he didn’t show it, he was pleased that they had ended up with each other. The kind smile might have made him trip, but it was Jun’s beautiful words that made him fall. Hyojong never felt that he was worth them but Jun persisted. The man just had this way of making you feel like the most important person in the world with a simple “Hey.”. But Hyojong would never admit that. At least not aloud.
It was almost as if they complimented each another. What Hyojong didn’t say, Jun would know and what Jun poured out of his heart Hyojong would hold and cherish like it was the most precious treasure in the world. They were doing perfectly well.
At some point, Jun moved in with him and his life just kept getting better and better. He got himself a new job, a new life. And although he still took the same bus every day, now he had someone waiting at the stop with a smile for him. It was heaven on earth and he was truly convinced they were meant to be.
And yet why did things end up so wrong?
“Jun, don’t go.”
“No. It’s over Hyojong. We’re over.”
“Wh-”
“There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind…I’m sorry. It’s just-”
“Don’t-”
Jun raises his hand to stop him.
“Save it.” He grabs his backpack again, passport in hand and gives one last glance before closing the door on him.
It’s been three years since that day. Every day he takes the same bus home, sitting in the same place at the back so no one can bother him. Sometimes he’s writing, sometimes he’s sleeping, sometimes he’s too absorbed in his own world asking himself foolish questions.
Do you miss me like I do?
Do you also want to return?
What’s made of you Jun?
Are you happy? Are you truly happy after all of this?
I hope that you’re happy.
I’m sorry…I’m starting to forget. For some reason, your smile is slowly fading my memory. Am i fading your memory too?
I don’t want to forget. I really don’t want to forget…Please… Please don’t forget me too.
henry glances up from the thing he’s working on, dark eyes taking in the young male who’d spoken the words that had managed to pull him from his concentration. for a long, long moment he’s just eyeing sol and his silly things to say. then a small smile appears on his features. tentative, showing amusement but also staying serious.
“the road is not that hard to remember, kid,” he says easily, using the term with a certain warmth in his voice. he likes the young male, after all, the enthusiasm for machines, for working. that and sol was the one to pull him back from the brink of death, reel him back into the ship and assure him of a future beyond the death trap that had held serenity in its grip.
“you just close your eyes, hundred-eighty degree turn, open them again and then walk in a straight line away.” the smile on his face turns into a slight grin at the end of those words. “and from there on make sure to avoid the walls and other obstacles in your path.” he lets out a chuckle, lifts his shoulders lightly and motions vaguely with a hand in the direction further away from him.
“next time you want to try out your pickup lines for ephraim on someone, try sounding a little more convinced, alright? this one is a little weak.”
