something

Now, where has it been? I mean, the good old ❝ wild ❞ days Became a bit too lame Just take a look at my place It’s such a mess But I'll be out of this    s p a c e   as soon as you tell me WHERE the night is ( you ) have to set up BRING it on, forward It’s been quite a while since I could experience your brightness Now, you’ve got a brighter smile and I think I'm going to like it

[twxchanshik]

a talk to remember♫

[twxchanshik]

twjonghyun:

   jonghyun couldn’t deny that when the other stated his goal, he was sure the other was going to say·‘only kidding’, but it never came. even as a knight, jonghyun was aware that peace was impossible. it was something he was supposed to fight for, but there was no logic in that. you don’t gain peace by hurting others. it is just a fact of life. peace was impossible, as for love… that was difficult.

    the knight allowed the other to continue, allowing him to say his peace. he was never one to interrupt or judge someone on their beliefs, even if he was confused and concerned. he wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. he didn’t want to talk about his feelings because that made it real. he was aware that there were repercussions for not talking about his feelings. he had been through that before. even with the knowledge of his past, he still finds himself repeating himself.

   he stared down at the glass in front of him before taking a sip of it. he frowned as he sat his glass down,·“there is nothing that needs your help. it is best to leave things as they are. it is better for everyone.”

Patience is most definitely a virtue, but it happened to be one that Bragi was not particularly gifted in. The deity barely restrained himself from hanging his head in abject frustration. Why some people seemed to so enjoy torturing themselves was beyond the bard with hedonistic predilections. Burying a sigh before it achieved fruition, fingers traced abstract shapes across the wooden counter as he thought.

“All right. I’m not going to try to force you to accept my offer.” Bragi could convince people of things, if worse came to worst, but forcing them was an impossibility anyway. Didn’t keep him from occasionally wishing otherwise, though. Especially when it could bypass so much sadness. “You can leave any time. I can’t help but notice that you haven’t, however.” A small hope, yet one he latched onto in slight desperation.

Inhaling deeply, the marketer immediately regretted the simple action as sour air caused his nose to scrunch up unattractively. After a few moments, he’d recovered enough to continue, “Maybe, a little piece of you doesn’t want to continue on with business as usual. You’re stubborn— tough,” he paused, sending a steady, assessing stare Jognhyun’s way, “and that’s a great way to survive. In my experience, it’s a shitty way to live though.”

[twwinnie-blog]

lost in thought `

[twxchanshik]

twxyongguk:

        [ streets of fabletown around 9:04pm w/ @twxchanshik ]

  the former prince found the streets of new york rather soothing. growing up in a castle that was quiet except for his servants, he found the silence suffocating. his thoughts were louder, as if they echoed off the cobwebbed walls. 

   the streets of new york were loud, bustling with the excitement that the city had to offer. it even reached fabletown as fables shuffled to get home after a long day, but the city of manhatten was still deafening to the male.

   he paused at a corner, waiting for the light to change for pedestrians. he was the only one he could see on this block. he was at the outer edge of fabletown, having just gotten off from his day job. he didn’t have to go to the club tonight, so he could actually get some sleep, but when did he ever really sleep.

   as he waited for the light to change, his thumb brushed against his wedding band. he glanced down, thinking he should probably take the ring off, but he still kept it on. maybe that was why he wasn’t moving on because he didn’t want to. he sighed, not even realizing the light had changed.

Fancy Italian leather shoes clacked against the cracked sidewalks as their lanky owner sprinted. He wasn’t afraid of the dark, not really. But something much bigger than his acceptable limits had moved in the alley as he was walking past and it was time to book it.

Thankfully there weren’t many other souls out and about in the city that never slept to witness a grown man in a nicely tailored suit running for his life. Until he rounded the corner and nearly collided face first with a poor fellow. Managing to skid to a halt, Chanshik bobbled on one foot for a moment, “Woah! Sorry about that!”

Blinking blankly, he glanced between the stationary stranger and the symbol that said it was clear to go. Taking a hesitant step into the street, he turned around to point out, “The uh— thing says it’s safe to go if you want to. Personally, I’d recommend not sticking around there.”

Walking backwards through the painted lines, he added with a hand pressed to the side of his mouth, “It’s not very safe.” About as safe as not looking at where you’re going, probably.

[twgrxtel]

❨◦  wordplay  ◦❩

[twxchanshik]

twgrxtel:

when i told you i loved you, i meant it ;       @twxchanshik

boredom settles into her bones like the creak inside of doors.  it’s a type of restlessness that gretel doesn’t know how to shake, but still - she cannot leave.  hansel has forbidden her from going out with the wound in her gut still healing, and she still has to pretend that she’s healing at a mundy’s rate before she can go back to work.  but because there’s nothing for her to do, there’s only restless pacing left to her to the point gretel’s afraid she’ll wear a hole in the floor.  every so often, she’ll wince, but she’d like to believe she’s stronger than she looks.

she’d like to believe a lot of things, but even gretel can start to see monsters in the same walls she’s locked up in.

a sigh escapes her lips, and gretel looks at the clock - it’ll be hours before hansel comes back from the bakery, until she has to pray for his safe return because she is not there to keep him company.  they’d gotten into trouble once, and that’s exactly how she got the wound - she can only imagine the trouble that hansel will get into on his own.  but sitting in an empty, quiet apartment won’t do anything to stave off that anxiety so, for once, she decides to break a rule.  she decides to go visit gong chanshik.

though too often gretel doesn’t know how to handle him, he keeps her on her toes and guessing - she thinks that maybe, he is enough distraction to settle the creak of boredom in her bones.  but when she gets to his apartment, she hesitates for a moment before gathering the courage enough to knock upon his door.  after all, if hansel found out that she’s visiting a man alone, she’d never hear the end of it.

what hansel doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

and when the door finally swings open, gretel has a smile sitting pretty on her lips because his eyes always twinkle and she likes that.  with a little wave in greeting, she says, “ do you think you can spare your company?” ( she doesn’t mention she doesn’t want to be alone. )

Lengthy limbs spread across a salmon velvet chaise lounge, right arm curled up to support the head buzzing with numerous unspoken words, crowded with unwritten tunes. His other hand held a collection of works for weary eyes to scan, nose twitching with the scent of well-aged vellum and a dash of dust. A social creature to his core, the former poet did not often enjoy or seek out solitude. There was no television in the room, but his favorite lowkey synthpop played softly from an overly expensive stereo he’d indulged in with numerous fancy dials and flashing lights to provide an illusion of company.

Too many people passed down the halls for him to think anything of a presence outside his humble apartment, but the unexpected knock nearly made him fall off his seat much like the poor book sent to the floor. Rapid blinks and unsteady breath accompanied the ten steps it took to cross the floor. Chanshik wracked his brain for any possible missed plans while turning the locks. What— or rather who— was on the other side sent him for a momentary loop.

“Miss Minah!” Broad shoulder leaned against the door jamb and the deity found himself mirroring her wave as he smirked. “I’d be delighted. Here I was worried it was going to be a dreadfully dull evening. Please do come in.” Stepping out of the way, he took a moment to be grateful he’d always been a tidy person.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aiming a wink her way, the incorrigible scamp couldn’t resist adding, “Dare I hope you missed me? Hm, I think I will. Don’t break my heart.” Cinnamon hues scanned his living room, inwardly wincing at his formerly considered wise decision for only the essentials. At the time it made sense since he was rarely content to sit at home and had few visitors. However, taking a new look at the single chaise, coffee table and scattered decorative clutter, it seemed more bare than sensible.

Gesturing towards the chaise, he hovered before the doorway to the kitchen. “Sorry about the lack of seating, but please make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?”

[twxchanshik]

breaking the ice ♫

[twxchanshik]

twseokjin:

The prince glances over at the poet, “I would have never taken you for someone who is picky with the word ‘flattery’, which intrigues me. But knowing that your compliments are genuine…It makes you appealing.” Seokjin offered a smile, a good attempt at one. “Proper instructions don’t have to be professional after all. I wouldn’t want my bottom to be in pain the minute I leave this center, which I hope you do take responsibility for.” He said, although the last sentence was a joke. But he does hope he doesn’t leave the rink injured. 

Seokjin listens, taking keen interest in what Chanshik spoke about his occupation. “You’re lucky though. Travelling is a privilege in my eyes. I’m confined to just making confectionary for customers.” He said softly, finishing with a hum and a simple nod. He takes a double take on the sentence where Chanshik implied he may have been asked out frequently. “…To your surprise…I don’t. Are you implying something more about me getting requests for dates? Because…you’re the first person in a long time where I had to be courted.. or at least, I have to court them. I suppose you got lucky because, whoever sent me to you was really persistent.” He admitted truthfully.

“You’re not wrong on the philosophy of being alone. I just had to get used to be alone because the mundy world seems to revolve like that.” He said wistfully, already getting a flash of his deceased wife in his memories. But he tucked it away to the back of his mind. There was no need to think of her at a time like this. It felt disrespectful. Biting his tongue before answering the deity’s question. “I’ve seen it. Music makes people flow in different ways… How their body is conveyed into art.”

Shock dropped open his mouth, eyes wide at Seokjin’s admission. “I am!? Wow, this whole city’s a lot worse off than I thought.” Callused digits carded back strands that had gotten too close to his eyes as an unapologetic chuckle shook shoulders. “I’d say sorry, but I’m glad to be lucky. They always say it’s better to be lucky than good; guess that’s true.” It was on the tip of his tongue to remark he would’ve been just as persistent, but the few brownie points he’d scored with being sincere were carefully cossetted and the former poet held back.

“True,” he agreed with a sage nod. “Accepting it would’ve been a wise decision. This blasted optimism just keeps dragging me back out.” Chanshik clucked his tongue with a shake of his head, in mock frustration. The loss of his first family had led to a new one and the deity couldn’t quite restrain himself from holding onto hope for another. “Maybe there is a bit of warrior’s spirit in me after all that refuses to give up,” he mumbled underneath his breath before pushing the odd notion aside. “Ah, yes! Music is truly a world turning force that can transform anything.”

Passion bubbled below the surface as his voice raised in volume unconsciously. “When I was young we used skates mostly for travel and occasionally us kids would play around, but not once did we think to twirl and jump in time with a tune!” What truly irked him was the fact that he, bard extraordinaire— court poet of the gods themselves— had not thought of such a brilliant, beautiful idea. Never mind that the old bone skates would hardly have worked for such strenuous activity. “I’d like to try it. Maybe not today,” Chanshik was quick to amend, “though I dare say you’d be quite the wonderful partner.  You seem to be picking it up pretty well already!”

[twxchanshik]

twgrxtel:

the way he smiles at her leaves her feeling breathless, like regardless of the way gretel is sure she’s won this war he has other things in mind.  it makes her brow furrow at the thought and she’s left listening to everything he says, hanging onto every word because chanshik has a way of keeping her on her toes in the ways that most other people can’t.  “ what can i say? i’m allowed to have my secrets, aren’t i?” she quips back at him - although wary, gretel can’t help the way a smile of amusement creeps up on her lips.  it doesn’t match his smug one in any way because hers is more pure of heart, but the next moment - it falls completely.

instead, she’s left with an expression of surprise.  the furrowed brow gretel looked at him with instead raises, eyes widen at the sudden closed proximity between the both of them.  at first, she almost wants to retort that she doesn’t care how many people that he’s kissed ( she pretends there isn’t a flare of heated jealousy that rises in her chest, for she’s not been kissed once - ) but then she realizes that he is actually threatening her.  threatening her.  with a kiss.  the mere thought of it causes her heart to beat twice, a tiny flush slowly blooming on her cheeks in rosy tones.  “ i still don’t want to.” she manages to choke out, eyes turning from his glinting, mischievous ones to hang somewhere just over his shoulder.  “ why are you so desperate to find that out from me?”  she pauses, awkwardly.  “ can you not just read the fairy tale about us? my brother and i .. i mean.” 

gretel swallows and dares herself to look back at him with a still pounding heart, still red cheeks.  " … why are you looking at me like that?”

For a fraction of a second, bottom lip jutted out in his trademarked puppy pout and Chanshik wasn’t sure whether he was more disappointed that she wasn’t telling him or that her smile had vanished. “But that’s no fun!” The dejected decree accompanied wide eyes with fluttering lashes, their owner having proved himself ready and willing to play dirty, at least to a point. Not that it was doing any good with Minah looking the other way. “Besides,” he cajoled in his sweetest tone, “I like to listen to you and I’m afraid I’ll have to beg your forgiveness for pursuing any chance to do so.”

When her skin began to resemble the blush on a pink lady apple, he couldn’t seem to so much as blink. “Because you’re adorable. Beautiful. An entrancing mix of the two, really.” Usually causing heated cheeks fueled his passion for giving out compliments and audacious flirtations, yet he found himself more offended on her behalf at the question. “If everyone you know doesn’t look at you like this at least once a day, they’re missing out.”

Clearing his throat, the former poet dragged himself back to the previous topic with reluctance. “Of course you’re allowed to have secrets, everyone does. Goodness knows I certainly do— Oh!” Teeth clamped on bottom lip as eyes lit up. It was risky, but just maybe… “How about this? You tell me and I’ll answer anything you want completely honestly. No dodging.” Realizing belatedly that she hadn’t made any attempts to move away after his brash advance, Chanshik waggled his brows and gently teased, “Unless, you want to learn just what else I’m amazing at. I’d be delighted to give you a full demonstration any time.” Even the brazen deity expected a smack (or at least a stiff reproach) for his daring, but it was well worth it as far as he was concerned.

[twxchanshik]

a talk to remember♫

[twxchanshik]

twjonghyun:

    hearing that the other was fond of seokjin sent gears in his head spinning. annoyingly, that meant jealously. he quickly stuffed that feeling down in the pit of his stomach. he had no right to be jealous. this was not going to be like it was with arthur. he did not own seokjin or his time and if seokjin spent time with other people or if other people were interested in him, he had no right to get in the way of that. his own feelings didn’t matter. he just had to accept that. he wasn’t going to spiral all over again.

    jonghyun glanced at his drink, trying to push all of his past mistakes behind him before he turned his eyes back to the stranger next to im. the other was far too forward, too… nosey for his own good. this was nothing he wanted to talk about or needed to talk about. he was raised to keep his own feelings and thoughts at bay for the safety of his duties and the people around him. of course, he failed that aspects a long time again, but still, habits died hard.

    “and what exactly do you hope to achieve?” jonghyun questioned, never one to trust someone as… vocal as the other. he was quick with his words and playful. jonghyun had long since learned that people like the male next to him, people like yoongi, see themselves as charismatic and charming and those people are the most dangerous. the knight had learned not to trust so easily. “why do you feel some need to help when help was not requested?”

“Isn’t that a bit obvious,” he asked, index finger pressed against sharp cheek and tilting inky topped head. “All I really want in this world, my one goal is,” the fingers on his opposite hand formed the shape of a v as he grinned with shameless abandon, “love and peace!” He was far too loud and adamant to avoid notice, even in the rambunctious atmosphere, but Bragi just shrugged it off. The answer was completely serious, no matter how it was delivered. “Doubt me, if you will, but that is the solemn truth. I want everyone to find both.”

The others second question was a bit more difficult to answer. “Need doesn’t have anything to do with it. This is what I do because I want to.” Cinnamon hued gaze focused on his lap, a strange ache in the middle of his chest. “Some people can’t ask for help for whatever reason. I offer it so they don’t have to.” Brows furrowed as his mouth screwed up before he took another sip of the vibrant concoction before him. Sour taste on his tongue recalled a different time, features he could picture as clear as day.

Taking a deep breath, he continued softer, “Where I come from, everybody was obsessed with being strong and never letting weakness show. However, I’m nothing close to a great warrior or remotely brave in battle.” With a slow shake of his head the former bard replaced bright smile and beamed. “Still, even someone like me can help. I listen, sometimes I offer advice as well, if I feel it’s warranted.” He hesitated, unsure of how presumptuous he dared be. “Often that’s all anyone needs. Jonghyun, have you ever heard of what happens when people bottle up their emotions?”

[twxchanshik]

❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞

ζ|||) : accepting !

“Oh, really?” The topic itself was vastly amusing to thedeity, knowing of mortals love and fear equally. Some of his ilk wereundeniably inclined to agree with Seokjin, though he had not expected such asentiment to come from the other. The incorrigible bard had always been firmlyon the side of love, however. Bragi even enjoyed joking that he’d been meantfrom conception to please others, his parents quite happy and proud over theirlittle boy.

“I guess for some people it is better to be feared andremain firmly mired in their own fear. Whether you’re frightened of hurting orbeing hurt by others, it’s a completely valid emotion.” Corners of lipssoftened as cinnamon hues focused on some distant point in the horizon,envisioning another time, another place far removed from the smoggy city anddismal lives they now lived.

“To love and be loved… truly loved is an indescribable joythat I have dedicated most of my life to conveying. Yes, it can hurt. Even atiny spark of that soul-searing starburst elation is worth every ounce of paindealt in the aftermath,” he concluded firmly.

[twxchanshik]

to a star ♫

[twxchanshik]

twgrxtel:

these creaky steps filled with the sounds of other people’s footsteps still don’t feel like home, but she’s making the best of it.

gretel dreams of a far off gingerbread house in the woods that kept her both warm and fed, where the only other person she’d see was hansel.  those were warm days; though she dreamed of the outside world beyond the forest and the trees she did not imagine this.  and now she dreams of days long missed - where the only thing she had to worry about is if hansel came home with another cut on his hand or even a cold.  

things were far more comfortable then, but again, gretel makes the best of things.  even though the stairs to the lobby of the woodland apartments creak and are often filled with the sounds of feet that run up and down, this too is something she has grown used to.  this world is something she’s had to grow used to.

that still doesn’t mean it feels like home.

she steps lightly on the stairs so as not to hear the creak of them; it’s almost like a game - she pretends she’s a cat, a mouse, something small enough not to make a sound.  it amuses her, for a moment, and by the time she’s at the lobby her lips are pulled back into a wild smile because even though she may not have succeeded at least she had a bit of fun with it.  even though this place is not her home, it’s always nice to play pretend.  

it’s when she tucks her hair behind her ear that she feels the eyes on her.  hansel always told her what it feels like when someone stares so that she would be aware, how the hair on the back of your neck stands up and you just get the sense of something heavy on your back.  and gretel feels it now, but she’s curious more than afraid because here, she is among fables.  she is among her kind, and her eyes wander until she’s watching a man approach.  he has his eye on her and a strangely .. pretty smile.

“ um.” it’s true that she’s never had much experience in this sort of situation, one where a man picks a girl out from across the room but perhaps, maybe, it would be a good idea to at least appear intelligent. “ i don’t think so .. i’m -” gretel. “ minah.  nice to meet you.”  her eyes stare at his fingers for a moment, then she’s shrugging her shoulders because well, why not.  he doesn’t seem like he has bad intentions, perhaps much to her brother’s assured disagreement later when she tells him about her day.  “ sure, i have a minute.  honestly, i don’t really have much of a place to be.  what can i help you with?”

Her name was quickly committed to memory. Pretty, though the deity knew it to be a mere placeholder for the truth in this new world. “Well then, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Minah.” Inclining in a half-bow with the last, softly emphasized word, he gazed at the lady through raven bangs with a mischievous glint in dark eyes. While the shrugging of slender shoulders could hardly be considered an encouragement, he beamed at the small gesture regardless before straightening.

“Wonderful!” Knuckle rose to rest on the curve of his chin as Chanshik slowly studied his new acquaintance from different angles. She was exactly the kind of inspiration he needed, but doing her justice by being able to recall the details was a responsibility of the artist. Which he totally (kind of) was.

“Glad I caught you on a good day. It would have been devastating to miss out on a moment of your presence. You’re quite magnetic,” he rambled all the while an eager mind attempted to memorize every aspect from the way her hair fell against her neck where fingertips had placed it only moments prior to the soft lights reflected in her eyes. “You see, Miss…?” A single brow arched above cinnamon hues at the subtle question, hoping that his private wish that she was single (or at least unmarried), remained inconspicuous. Angry spouses were something the cowardly deity had no wish to deal with, no matter the pull of a muse. “I’m a bit of a musician— a wordsmith really— and I’ve been hoping you’d waltz into my life. It appears fate has finally taken my side.”

Somewhat satisfied that he had the entire scene scrawled across whatever part of his soul managed to pour out the beauteous words he loved, Chanshik gave a content nod more to himself than the alluring stranger. “You’ve probably heard this a million times, but I’m going to write a song about you.” Not a single iota of insincerity was present in sharp features or carefully held straight frame, though there was still a mirthful bubble to speech the former bard couldn’t quite suppress in his eagerness. “I’ll be glad to sing it for you when it’s finished, if you’re interested. How do you feel about harps?” Though that was his preferred instrument, he could honestly pick up any with relative ease and enough skill to appease whatever her favorite happened to be if she didn’t care for the dulcet tones.

[twxchanshik]

a talk to remember♫

[twxchanshik]

twjonghyun:

    jonghyun wasn’t used to being asked to meet by people. on occasion, someone would be daring enough to ask for his time. as of late, he found himself asking seokjin out a lot, which was very unlike him. though, maybe it wasn’t. in the past, his feelings for arthur were hidden, but he did often ask the other to spar with him from time to time and he often called on the other knights. he was far more outgoing. maybe he was slowly trying to find that man again.

   either way, people didn’t call on him. he also just met the other male recently and didn’t know much about him. jonghyun was on edge after his failure. he was waiting for the adversary to come looking for him or sending another wooden soldier. if he was lucky, he would just be thrown away from the soldiers. he never really felt like one either, nor was he ever one in all honesty. he meant to stay out of the public eye, so he guessed a bar wasn’t too bad.

    as he entered, the other male caught sight of him and called him over. jonghyun nodded and took a seat beside him, ordering a simple beer before turning to eye the other. the sudden declaration of the other being nosy suddenly made him paranoid. jonghyun wasn’t someone who liked people pocking around, but maybe it was best he did know what the other was going to ask about.

    however, the subject that came out caused him to pause. seokjin? why was the male bringing up seokjin? jonghyun may had seen seokjin with chanshik once and he quickly turned the other way, but that was about it. then a thought hit him. if chanshik was asking about seokjin then who else was making assumptions? could yoongi know? 

    he moved his hand moved to the back of his neck and he rubbed the area, “… what do you mean? why do you bring up seokjin?”

Rapid blinks accompanied the compressing of already thin lips. That was an interesting reaction. Chanshik answered with care, “Well, let’s say I’m a little fond of your—” clearing his throat the deity hesitated on the most appropriate word, “friend and pay a bit of extra attention when I see him around.” Fingers steepled on the bar before him while Chanshik leveled a steady gaze on Jonghyun. People prayed to things like him, but when it came to enacting your help, (not as a powerful being), things were not so easy. Not that he’d been much of a proper deity anyway. Nor did he want to use his gift on such a serious matter. “Which means, I’ve noticed a few things.”

“Much as I think it’d be a blast for an hour or two, I’m not omnipotent, though.” Any longer than that would be exhausting. “So, I just thought I’d open up the conversation.” The cheeky poet patted one shoulder with a playful wink. “These bad boys are meant for being leaned and cried on. No need to hold yourself back.” Perhaps his attempt at humor would relax the other like he hoped, or it could just annoy the heck out of Jonghyun. Either way Chanshik was the in for a penny in for a pound type and his strategy had been selected.

“My ears aren’t this big just for show either. How about giving us a try?” The former bard had a few ideas already about why Jonghyun was being reserved, considering the general attitude back in the old world. He had been fortunate with his corner of the Homelands, but that did not mean everyone was so lucky.  “In all seriousness, whatever it is, I promise I’ll do my best to understand.”

[twxchanshik]

❝ You can’t change the past . ❞

ζ|||) : accepting !

Fingers steepled in his lap.  Yoongi’s words were undeniably reasonable andan accepted truth among most. Still, Bragi couldn’t quite agree. “I’ve seen manythings people believe can’t happen do just that. You are completely entitled to your belief and I support your right to do so, but me...I’ll hold out faith.” Lipscompressed into a tight line as he offered a single curt nod, before sighing.

“Maybe you and so many others are correct. Maybe there’snothing that can alter the past,” he admitted with a melancholy air. In thenext second his familiar grin was firmly back in place, however. Struggling foroptimism in the face of realism was always tricky and doubly under the other’sheavy, unsettling gaze. “Even if that’s the case, you can learn from it andchange the future, so nothing’s really ever hopeless.”

Standing, the marketing agent brushed imaginary dust fromblack slacks. “My thanks for sharing your opinion—” cinnamon hues shifted awaywhile he hesitated over the next pair of words, “Father Min.”

[bethe1all4one]

Woman's Donga (April 2017)

[twxchanshik]

we all have our parts to play.

ζ|||) : accepting !

“I guess so,” he admitted, a wry twist to his smile whileshoulders unconsciously ducked as one of the circling death machines got tooclose for comfort. “I can’t imagine what it’s like working with theseterrifying little buggers all the time though. Like, aren’t you afraid of theirsharp beaks and those creepy talons?” Hands curled up into claws while the poet’sown unusually sharp canines made an appearance, not even close to resembling the winged animals despite his intentions.

Just watching the creatures was unnerving for a consummatecoward like himself. Nothingelse in the zoo had set off any alarms, yet the image of pecking at his fleshproved to be the last straw to crack his composure. A smart person would likelyblame it on the brief and horrifying exposure he’d had to a certain mundy moviea long time ago. “Well, it’s not for me. I’llstick to boring old office work and sales meetings. That must be my part thesedays.”

Palm patted the other’s shoulder, a warm grin inplace despite his nerves. “You’re a good guy, Doha. Better than me.”

[twxchanshik]

these lips are sealed.

 ζ|||) : accepting !

For a split-second eyebrows arched towards the sky, but thebard was quick to reign them in. Tiny, smug grin accompanied their descentwhile he responded with a sing-song tinge to airy voice, “That sounds quite abit like a challenge.” Chanshik tapped callused fingertips along his cheekboneridge while glancing to the left. His approach would have to take somepondering. The prudent did not jump into a contest lightly and despite numerouspersonal shortcomings, the deity of poetry was not a total idiot.

It took only a few moments to decide before he leanedtowards her, tone dropping about two octaves and hushed. “I think it’s onlyfair to warn you then that I’ve been known for parting the prettiest of lipsand yours are already remarkably tempting.” As If to elucidate his struggle,cinnamon hued gaze floated down from its appropriate level at her eyes whileteeth ran over bottom lip.  “Though I doappreciate the incentive. Wouldn’t it be more fun to share, even just a littlebit, with me?”

“I’m amazing at keeping secrets,” Chanshik appealed beforeplacing index finger against rosy lips and offering a cheeky wink. “Amongstother things.”

[thewolfkrp-blog]

Wolf Among Us Meme

It is that time again. Here is a Wolf Among Us meme for all of us to enjoy thanks to offabletown (though they deactivated).

You know the rules: send as many prompts as you get (it’s called rp karma!) If you see any members that seem to want more, send them one! The drabbles can be au or canon as you want and don’t be afraid to send to muses you’re not familiar with. Feel free to remove any that don’t fit your character (using the xkit extension).

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞ ❝ These lips are sealed . ❞ ❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞ ❝ I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ ❝ You’re not as bad as everyone says you are . ❞ ❝ Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth ? ❞ ❝ Whatever . I’m too out of it to get into it . ❞ ❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞ ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞ ❝ ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face . ❞ ❝ I’ve heard stories about you . ❞ ❝ In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ) . ❞ ❝ Life is easier with friends . ❞ ❝ Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off . ❞ ❝ But no , hate’s the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . ❞ ❝ I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself . ❞ ❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝ I’ll see you around . ❞ ❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞ ❝ Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝ Pardon the intrusion . I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house .❞ ❝ I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch . ❞ ❝ Hey , what are your plans now ? ❞ ❝ I’m not yours to lose ! ❞ ❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞ ❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ ❝ People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . ❞ ❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞ ❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞ ❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞ ❝ When we suffer , we do it in silence . ❞ ❝ You should worry about your own fucking situation . ❞ ❝ I’ve made mistakes . ❞ ❝ You do what you want … you always do what you want . ❞ ❝ I’m glad you’re not dead . ❞ ❝ We need to do things the right way ! ❞ ❝ You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .❞ ❝ Wait a minute … someone’s watching . ❞ ❝ I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless . I can take care of myself . ❞ ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞ ❝ Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done ! ❞ ❝ Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? ❞ ❝ That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝ Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . ❞ ❝ This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! ❞ ❝ You’re a monster ! A fucking monster ! ❞ ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

[twxchanshik]

to a star ♫

{ with @twgrxtel​ }

There was something about the Woodlands, as soon as you walked through glass double doors the outside city seemed so far away. Not that the building or its residents were any less hectic. Chanshik took a deep breath, eyes closing for a second against the demoralizing sight of fading walls and sound asleep security guard. Often the former bard missed dark, scarred wood and cozy furs lit by cheery fires. Sometimes he could still envision the old world behind closed lids. When they next opened, however, the deity nearly thought he had slipped into slumber.

The right corner of pert, petal pink lips curled upwards, fraction of pearly teeth on display. Cinnamon hues admired the view thoroughly after a hard day’s work spent staring at logo’s and catchy slogans, staying affixed as the rest of him went through the old routine of checking his mailbox. There was an unspeakable beauty in simplicity and the marketer was all too ready to soak up something so easy on his eyes. At least until he remembered common human decency and that staring is creepy.

Taking a few steps forward, he interrupted in his most winsome tone, “Excuse me, hi, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m Chanshik and I was wondering if you would do me a tiny favor?” He held up thumb and forefinger a few scant centimeters apart as he spoke. “Don’t worry, it won’t require anything more than a sliver of your time. Do you have a minute to spare?” Inky topped head tilted slightly as he gave a genuine promise, “I’ll make it up to you twice fold, pinky swear.”

[twxchanshik]

a talk to remember♫

{ with @twjonghyun — alcohol cw}

Bottles clinked over the sound of hair metal playing from a corner of the dingy room while one seemingly out of place soul took a seat at the bar. In slacks, though he’d replaced his typical blazer and button-up combo with a simple t-shirt, Chanshik laughed lightly at the daily special on a chalkboard behind the bar. “Apple martini’s, huh? I’ll take one of those, thanks.”

A single brow crooked over mismatched eyes as he swiveled about to scan the place. It wasn’t the typical venue for a meeting and certainly not one meant solely for a talk, but the deity couldn’t help feeling at home and anonymous in the rowdy atmosphere. If there was a better place to feel under the radar, as mundie’s liked to call it though deuce if he knew what that was, the poet hadn’t a clue where it might be. When the front door swung open a few moments later, cinnamon hued gaze swung that way and he gave a crooked wave.

Painstakingly slowly, the former bard took a sip from his drink, fingers curled gingerly around the glass’ stem. “Thanks for showing up,” he began. “Look, I’m not usually this nos— Actually, I am this nosy pretty much perpetually, but I mean well.” Setting it back on the bar, Chanshik aimed a tiny grin at the other. “You can walk out any time you like. I’m not gonna try to stop you. I might have something of interest to say though, might even help. It has been known to happen from time to time.”

“So,” a sharp exhale and he plunged into the crux of his concerns, “what’s holding you back from Seokjin? You two seem real sweet and I’m a fan of happy endings.”

[twxchanshik]

breaking the ice ♫

[twxchanshik]

twseokjin:

Seokjin glanced up as Chansik. Eyeing the poet before chuckling, “I should thank you for your flattery. It’s a common courtesy here in the Mundy World.” The prince said before sitting down on the bench. Trading out his sneakers for the rentals, tying the laces perfectly. He shivers a bit but brushes off the cold temperature. Hopefully tonight, he can trust Chanshik with his safety. He’s not well on the knowledge of ice skating and he’s not the sharpest with his reflexes if there’s something limiting his feet from being planted on the floor.

Reaching out slowly, the prince grabs the poet’s hand with a gentle grip before stumbling a bit on his feet. Not used to the blades being the only source of balance. “O-Okay. I can trust you then.” Seokjin said as he maintained his balance on his feet. “Thank you. I wasn’t too sure if I was going to be able to skate without proper instruction.” Although the last words Chanshik said weren’t going to fall on deaf ears. Chanshik seemingly was trustworthy.

Being led by the other, the prince lets out a small gasp, amazed by the gliding sensation beneath the blades. Seokjin lets out a small chuckle, “Wow this feels amazing!” He exclaimed. Turning towards the poet, eyes fixated on him. “Oh umm..No it’s not. I figured I’d be accompanied with someone around New York. But, a date wouldn’t hurt to try?” Seokjin wasn’t the greatest with one on one conversations. But it was worth a try after all. 

“Flattery is such an ugly word,” he pronounced with a dismissing wave of his hand. “I prefer praise. My compliments are nothing short of sincere, after all.”  Dancing with amusement, cinnamon hues swept up and down his date’s form before he offered a gentle nod, “It’s my pleasure. Not that I’m sure my instructions will be anywhere near proper, but hey, it’s better than landing on your bottom, right?” Feet slid past each other in careful steps, their owner keeping a tight rein on his speed and extra mindful of the distance between them.

Airy laughter with a barely wheezy undertone filtered from between pert lips at Seokjins exclamation. Chanshik met the other’s gaze, head tilted ever so slightly while he listened. “Interesting, I travel around town a lot for work, but it’s not the same, so I thought it would be nice to get out like this.” Meeting new people had always been a favorite activity and having a friend recommend the poet for the little excursion was hard to resist. “I’d be surprised if you don’t get a ton of requests for dates and admit to being a bit curious how I got lucky enough this evening, is all.”

A minor adjustment had skates skimming the ice just a smidge faster as the deity continued, “I’m not much for the whole loner life. Everything’s more fun with a partner or two,” he couldn’t help slipping in the slight double entendre. Out of the corner of his eyes, a twirling figure caught his attention and sparked a new line of conversation, even though he was already probably pushing it. “That television stuff is usually awful, but watching figure skating competitions is fascinating to me. The way they interpret the music…” words trailed off, the former bard a bit emotional. “Have you ever seen it?”