𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

because i’m dumb but also am going more private, i’ve remade. hmu on disc @ 😔 over kihyun#2940 to get the new url for the blog, if ya like. or, if i’ve followed you recently, then no need to hmu. def unfollow here if ya want !!

     maia’s fingers pause where they’re running over the pages of a novel she’s thinking of assigning for extra credit, attention settling completely ‘pon her exhausted friend. “how much sleep did you get last night ?” a familiar query from her, ever since she’s met the other and has learned of his less than stellar sleep habits.

     her gaze falls down when his query settles in the air ‘round them, trails to focus somewhere around his chest, and it takes too much effort for minjoo to find the words to answer, to think of an answer for him. all she can think in the moment is that his heart must be three sizes too big, that he is too, too kind for someone like she, who shrugs aside worried voices and concerned friends to cross that scant inch closer to perfection, to being more than her face. she doesn’t know what he can do to help that her group members haven’t tried, that minki hasn’t tried, that her kind managers haven’t tried. and so she’s left to chew over her words, to chew over killian’s inquiry for an endless beat. the idol feels like infinity has stretched by and collapsed on itself before she glances up finally ; she knows her emotions are playing like a film within her eyes, knows he can read the vulnerability that so very few people have been privy to, she knows and she cannot do anything but shuffle forward and sway until she can collapse into his chest, words buried against his shirt and crackling like vulnerable glass: “tell me it’s enough.” tell me i'm enough. "please."

     “i’d be a terrible date if i showed you all my charms from the get go.” soft laughter curls over tongue and through smiling lips, amusement in the lazy stride and in the looseness of shoulders. the arm crooked through kharma’s tightens incrementally, securing the other closer to his side, as jiho falls into the lead. “is it too early to convince you of more than a dinner tonight ? or, rather, too cocky ?” as the vampire knows how easy it is to say yes to his face, to his smile soft surety and confident allure and trustworthy ease, to his eyes glittering dark with promises.

     brain is filled with nothing much but cotton candy clouds and the singular thought of finding a soft horizontal surface to collapse ‘pon. everything turns scarlet and roseate hues when he hears the other, muffled where caspar is doing his best impression of a clinging octopus, and a dreamy smile stretches slow and sweet and pink, pink, pink along lips. it’s not even inseong responding in a vague attempt at a rebuttal, but simply having the boy in his arms, warm and firm and perfect. that smile stretches infinitesimally at the kiss dropped to the corner of his lips, head dipping instinctively to properly seal lips together, to mouth a path of sweet adoration until he can claim lips in sure, burning love. “later, tomorrow, never - sleep with me.” a soft insistence half breathed against lips, one that is more cotton candy fluff and the growing desire to sleep the day away with the other nestled safely in grasp.

     “inseongie.” hair is a rumpled mess of cotton candy pink tangles, a disastrous bird’s nest curling atop head and along tips of ears, the likes of which scream of freshly woken from a nap. only the bruises smeared beneath oddly bright gaze belie the opposite, caspar in dire need of a nap ( or a good 8 hours ) after powering through editing and uploading their last video. he shuffles the short distance towards the other in order to drape long, gangly limbs ‘cross shoulders, tugging insistently until inseong can collapse into his chest and he can bury nose in hair. “sleep with me.”

i’m moving out on the 15th, so i’ve been busy not only with the end of the fall quarter but the holidays and family/friend stuff and now packing. i’m going to try to work on filling up my queue sporadically, here and on my 2 other blogs as well. i plan on keeping all the threads currently sitting in my likes, but i’m gonna go around and ask y’all if you also wanna keep the threads or drop em !

tomorrow is the beginning of week 10, which basically means it’s finals week, which basically means i am 365 so stressed :’) so ! i will be attempting to queue things up when i can during this week, so that i can die in pieces come the following monday. i’ll officially be mia from 12/9-12/13 !! for now, since i’m fresh off a busy work day, i’ll be in disc for some chatting and maybE light plotting

     a soft snort escapes before the prince can stifle it - he knows ayre would care little for elaria’s opinion of him, care even less that it is a matter of intellect than he would care if it was a matter of health, or his return to the elven realm, or merely any other subject. vaeril knows his elder brother well enough to know that his own guard is not nearly as close as he is to elaria. but none of that matters here and now, among the humans who stare at his too vivid hair for too many seconds - a cap is needed if stealth and low profiles are to be employed. “surely you must hold your tongue around the royal family.” sidelong glance thrown towards the guard for a moment, a cursory glimmer in gaze, before attention departs in search of a shop - the prince wonders if there are shops dedicated solely to caps and, if there were, how easy it would be to slip away from the woman.

     xiaowen has never done well with emotions, could never properly verbalize what he’s feeling unless it is raw hurt, bleeding anger, gritted hatred. the overwhelming hurt that blossoms like a bruise is shoved to the side, deep, deep, deep into the recesses of mind and heart to fester gross and abandoned and unchecked. he swallows past it, gathers tumultuous thoughts into words that are a quiet explosion, barbed and silver and meant to hurt, meant to bleed, merciless and unkind to its core. “i ruined everything ? you must be fucking blind and an idiot. you know what ? you can go fuck yourself and your piece of shit boyfriend. he’s gonna realize what a fucking mistake he made and when he does, you can go fuck yourself again.”

     her soft chuckle coaxes lips to curl at the edges into a content crescent, eyes softening when the familiar lifts his head slightly. his voice is still the same whisper softness of laziness, sleep still clinging like cobwebs to mind. but there’s a certain openness to voice, a bared nerve and truth in quiet intonation: “it’s kinda nice, i guess. all of them caring for you so much like that.” it means cordelia is loved, fiercely, and that’s all the familiar wants for his witch. softened intonation pitches into petulance, though, nose scrunching in a displeased little scowl. “except for suji. she can shoo.” because, of course, it is not a true namgi statement if it does not involve a jab at the other familiar. but any displeasure, real or otherwise, dissipates immediately with the affection, head craning to chase the sensation not unlike a cat attempting to gently headbutt its owner. “no disturbances, yeah ? i have you all to myself ?”