moved.

suuuuuuup !!  right , so to get things going . . . i’m gonna be following a few new blogs , plotting maybe , replying to some open starters , replying to some old threads , all while my directory is STILL not done. if i reply and you wanna know more about a character , feel free to shoot me an im !!  

     . ✧ . * . ˚  MOMENTS , LONG MOMENTS PASSED  since they first made eye contact.  moments since she watched them walk into the cafe.  desi’s always been shit at remembering people , wandering faces were just that ; but she could never forget  THEM .  she used to fawn over the way they told them sweet nothings , watching them rise in the ranks as she remained static and somewhat immature —  the way they broke her heart when they said  :   we’re just , things are different now.   clearly , things have changed for them both.  desi grew up — took her crazy ideas and brought them to life by working in investigative journalism and podcasting her adventures.  there’s no  yearning  for fame , but her name was embellished with the washington post and having two degrees under her belt meant nothing compared to how she  FELT  as she was doing something she loved.   she was thriving , while —— her counterpart seemed to have taken the opposite route. 

     the bitter taste of heartbreak still lingered , she’d be  LYING  to herself if she didn’t admit it.  but seeing them across the table , seeing how the years have tolled on them —— desi began to hate the room for sympathy that she left for them.  her hand (  still embroidered with the wrist tattoo that she so boldly had retouched last month )  reached for her cafe vienna and before taking a sip she spoke boldly  —  just as she used to. 

   his relationship with archie was far from typical. the two had met back stage at a festival they’d both been playing, hanging out in the equivalent of an outdoor greenroom with their respected groups. he’d seen archie fiddling with his drumsticks & decided to strike up a conversation. he’d never have expected for them to be dating all these months later, long distance at that. the couple had their issues like anyone, but it was the first time new had dated someone else in the public eye. it served for… interesting circumstances. the headlines, once he got used to them, they ended up serving as a source of entertainment more than concern.

   circus act was arguably bigger than the stargazers, already playing overseas while new’s own band was sticking with the american circuit. not that new was in any position to complain, he didn’t think his band would ever get signed, let alone starting touring. still, the stargazers was preparing their latest album & with stresses high, new decided he should take a much needed break. so he left the apartment in his brother’s hands & hopped on a plane to visit archie.

   his well calloused hand seems to fit so easily in the younger’s, & the gentle kiss to his palm pulls a wide smile onto his face ( as if his hadn’t been smiling already ).

         ❝ i could be convinced… ❞ he muses, eyes flicking back up to meet archie’s gaze. he’d already been planning to stay a week, but he’s sure he could stretch it out an extra few days. with their fingers laced together, his thumb rubs lazily over the other’s, a sly look in his eye. ❝ —what’s in it for me? ❞ it wouldn’t take much, he was weak & they both knew it.

     . ✧ . * . ˚  EVERYTHING TOOK A LITTLE MORE THINKING  ,  with a hint of caution , and a pinch of futuristic thinking.  since being with new , archie has learned a lot about himself.  he’s learned a great deal about the person in front of him  :  how new is equally good at cooking as he is at the drums , he preferred fresh hot coffee over iced coffee , and god  —  archie has had to amp up his spice palette since he'd get all of new’s leftover spicy food.

     he returned the warm smile ,  flirtatiously  giving his boyfriend a once-over before smirking and tilting his head to the other side.  “ shiiiiiiiit — convince you?  jeez.  ”  he looked off  , adding to the playful dramatics ,  and bit down on his lower lip in thought.  his thumb tapping to a  gentle tempo  against new’s knuckles. 

     “ well , i’ve been wanting to do a road trip for a while now.  we could rent a van , pick a route , and sleep under the stars.  too easy.  ”  he looked over at the other male from the corner of his eyes , smirking as he knew a few of new’s favorite things to do  —  since they were easily also  his own  favorite things to do.  

weixin ╳ ⋮  ———— WEIXIN ISN’T SO self-absorbed to think that he’s any master of clear thinking && good choices ( the holes in his liver proof enough of that ) . his degree is a doctorate in philosophy , but all it means is people with shiny degrees said he could have one too. all it means is that he knows about different celestial bodies ( black holes , planets && asteroids ;; stars && supernovas ) && how they move , some concept of what happens to the human body when it gets ejected out of the stratosphere. but it doesn’t give him much of a foothold on their current situation && as a matter of fact , he feels that focus slipping. he can’t much say why , but he knows ;; he’s just unwilling to admit it ( admit that he’s thinking more about his sister && father than himself at the moment ) .

despite the way that everything is ( to put it lightly ) going to shit , weixin seems to blink back into consciousness when the would-be astronaut lights a cigarette. it’s almost his impulse to reach out && pinch the red glowing end out. this was a smoke-free facility after all ;; partly to clear out the thick smell of stale cigarette smoke , but also because there were far too many explosive materials laying around to risk a stray ember. though , weixin thinks with a touch of dark humor , maybe an explosion would do everyone a favor.

“ would you—know where that is? ” weixin asks , nervously side-eyeing the door. three layers of titanium steel ;; they should be safe , but the too fleshy sounds on the other side makes weixin’s skin crawl. “ because i don’t. ” not now , anyway. he’s sure that they must have told him about it when he first arrived at the facility , that lifetime ago.

it takes an extra minute for him to properly process the question about defense training && weixin can’t help the choked bit of laughter he offers. “ no , what part of me makes you think i do?” said with some semblance of humor , a joke he’s told before. but weixin doesn’t seem committed to the bit as he turns to the computer screen again , his mind scraping for something familiar to cling to. he’s spent the last few precious minutes collecting && dumping any data he can find into a usb stick , as if computers would exist in this post-world they were going to enter. but all he can fixate on are the centuries of work they might lose if he doesn’t take it with him first. – [ 🌌 ]

       . ✧ . * . ˚  HE SHRUGGED IN RESPONSE.  ricky's second drag was even longer than the last , his exhale took form as a thick haze that danced in the space between them.  “  we can take a chance and look for a safe place to set up in the city , risking a higher population of other people and infected.  or we can get out of the city , where we’ll probably have to hunt and set up camp in the wild.  ”  

       ricky did what he could to keep himself  quiet , silently asking whatever entities that cared to listen about what he did to deserve to be stuck with  this  guy.  he blankly eyed the way the other tried to distract , look away , saving excel sheets and classified data  —   for what ?  

jeon daehwan ,     𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 :   2 / ?

taehyun ╳ ⋮  ———— DOMINANCE BATTLES , EVEN if only half-assed , is a bit of a generous term to be giving the little spat their having. it would require taehyun to see murphy as a threat in the first place—which he resoundingly does not. it would take a lot more than a little vampire running his ricky old food stand to make him shake. && the smarter part of taehyun knows that he should never underestimate a potential enemy ;; but he doesn’t think murphy is one ( or much of one , anyway ) .

taehyun looks down when murphy motions to the seats ;; but by the amused look on his face ( like murphy was sharing his cute holiday time village collection ) , it’s clear that the vampire will not be taking the seat offered to him. instead , he takes a few sauntering steps closer so they can talk a little easier. not that he needs it , but it might make the humans question a little less.

“ you know , i’ve been trying to get my hands on a new 30-acre mansion , ” he says , gently pushing at some carefully lined up sauce bottles with a fingertip. “ do you happen to know anyone? ” as he speaks , he pulls his finger back && inspects the little bit of hoisin sauce on it before rather conspicuously wiping it on the cart. he looks up at murphy again when he talks meals && taehyun smiles at him—pleasant , but somehow threatening. “ only if you’re not good at looking. ” – [ 🎇 ]

     . ✧ . * . ˚  HE WATCHED THE OTHER CAREFULLY  despite knowing that this was only going to have a handful of possible outcomes.  sven didn’t like taehyun very much  :  mostly because of the overwhelming similarities in their egos.  that being said  ,  after spending close to millennium with an egotistical bastard of a vampire himself —— he was used to this  “  conversation  ” .  

     that being said  ,  murphy was in no mood to play patty cake with the superior being.  he watched as a smear of hoisin sauce made way to the narrow silver table-flap  (  again , no surprise there since he’s seen worse things touch this cart ) .  

     “  ‘kay, well —  祝你今天愉快。” 

normally she’d be flattered. normally she’d try to suppress an indulgent smile and be coy about her own modest popularity. bestseller? that was a title worthy of a little pride, but right now it felt just like the sin it suggested. maybe her parents, unsupportive as they were, had been right. what was the point of creative success if it came at the cost of human life? so instead of batting her eyelashes and a tempered, childhood desire of approval, ramira let out a resigned sigh. 

“thank you,” she replied, smile withering in response to his, which seemed kind and well-meaning. it made her wonder if he really thought she’d had something to do with this at all. “i–” she began, trying to stop him from describing the same seen from her book. a scene she had researched and poured her heart into. a scene that was now tainted with real blood. “i’m sorry. it’s just–it’s one thing to write it when it’s not real.” it’s another thing entirely to hear her own words described back to her in the context of a real murder. 

she cringed at the filed as it made contact with the table, watching it slide briefly before stopping. she didn’t look up from it as he tapped her book. she couldn’t even bear to look at the cover now and her skinned crawled thinking of what lied beneath the dust jacket–a series of silver runes engraved into the black hardcover. she wondered if the detective had already seen it–a creative easter egg–and smiled weakly up at him instead. he probably had. 

the tension in her shoulders seemed to release instantly as he took the culpability away from her. the way she’d grown up, ramira was always terrified of being in trouble. terrified of disappointing or disobeying. it had taken more therapy than she cared to admit to move past that all, but being a person of interest in a murder case ( that’s what the headlines had said, wasn’t it? person of interest ) had brought old wounds to the surface. she felt helpless again after years of feeling strong, self-sufficient and empowered … but she was alive. that’s more than could be said for the dead man. 

“i–i guess you could say there’s a cult following.” god, that sounded conceited. she wasn’t normally so uncomfortable talking about her own achievements, but they’d never come at the cost of someone else before. “i don’t know about any of the weird letters. we could talk to my assistant maybe? i don’t read any of my own mail unless it’s something she thinks i should reply to. we could swing by her office.”

       . ✧ . * . ˚  HE BLINKED AT THE THOUGHT  of wondering what the motive would be.  the reason why these cases were tricky , was because of the range of options and opportunities.  there was no way of them finding out how many people have read her novels  ,  even the  “ cult following ”  would be difficult to track.  

       thomas pursed his lips when she answered with the suggestion of  swinging by  her assistant’s office.  “ all in due time , we’ll be getting a hold of anything related to people coming in contact with you.  but I have a few questions regarding  you , ms. bustamonte. ”  thomas was never a fan of reading the genre that pertained to his career.  an  unromantic , severely underpaid , heavily scrutinized , and deeply upsetting career.   he was only being nice to her for the sake of protocol  —  but he had a nagging grudge against mystery and crime writers.

       “  what are your thoughts about this?  ”  he heard a knock on the one - way mirror.  “  i urge you to think critically despite the circumstances.  a man was murdered in the exact description — and in the exact order — as the main murder scene in your novel.  there’s a  formula  to this , ms. bustamonte.  can you describe the interactions you and the fans have?  is there anyone in your life that would want to hurt you?  ”

       thomas blinked , still coming off rather blank-faced and stoic.  

woojin ╳ ⋮ ———— THIS STRETCH OF woods were familiar to woojin , having become a common background of his teenage years. when his days were are their worst , he would furiously bike up to this stretch of wood && spend the rest of the night sitting at the base of a tree. he’d like to say he wrote angsty poetry about the birds && leaves , but he usually sat there until it grew dark && he knew he should head home. later on , he would visit to take photos of the place , the polaroid && film rolls tucked safely between some books he’s forgotten.

so the bike up here was familiar to woojin—&& so was the car parked a little farther up the road. after chaining his bike to a tree , he walked up to the car door && the knock on the window seemed to wake thomas back up. he’s not sure where he’s gone—but it’s certainly not here. thomas wasn’t clear why he hated this idea , but woojin already sensed this was not the detective’s favorite place. but it would just be a short cut through the woods—this much , woojin had promised him.

“ it’s a jacket. i’ll be okay, ” he says , watching thomas very obviously take his time as he pulls out his own jacket. woojin adjusts the backpack over his shoulder && clears his throat.

“ it’s not too late to turn around , “ he says , looking down at thomas’ hands—close to his own. he pauses before gently pressing his fingertip against his palm && looking up. “ we can find somewhere else to go for a bit. ” – [  📚 ]

     . ✧ . * . ˚  HE GLANCED AT WOOJIN ,  but only for a really brief moment.  his fingers reacted on their own ,  softly closing  around woojin’s hand as he slammed the trunk closed and looked down at his feet.  he hesitated before replying , like a child that refused to accept defeat.

     “  what?  no.  ”  thomas first sounded defensive  ,  before apologetically murmering.  “  i’m not turning around  , took me forty-five minutes to get here.  ”  

     the west coast of washington state had it’s charm  :  grey skies , grey days , grey water.  some people would call that  charm  , others would call it an unfortunate circumstance that people put up with for the lack of a state income tax and a fairly healthy employment pool.  for sure  ,  the sunrises were beautiful and having a silent conversations with songbirds on your cigarette break would make anyone affectionate to nature.  

      . ✧ . * . ˚  HESITATION CAME EASY WHEN HE  was faced his opponent  :  a plot of winding trails amongst pine and hemlock trunks.  looking in and seeing no way out terrified thomas  ,  not only reminding him of why he was so out of practice back at the precinct.

      the tunnel vision disappeared when heard woojin tap on the car window and he forced himself to take a deep  b r e a t h  and follow in suit by shutting off the engine and stepping out.  thomas cleared his throat , clearly taking his time as he opened the trunk and fished out his heavy lined denim jacket and slowly putting it on.  

     "  you gonna to be warm enough in that?  i have a sweatshirt ,  if you need it.  ”

      he spoke in a gentle tone , waiting for the other’s answer before closing his trunk.  thomas scratched his chin as he looked up to look at woojin  ,  the stubble was reaching the irritating stage  ( which doesn’t mean that he’d be shaving anytime soon  ) .  he was doing whatever he could to ignore the fact that he was visibly upset that there was no other way to the beach  —

slow dancing in the kitchen

feeling your loved one's form pressed against your own... the soft melody of a song that will always remind you of this moment... the tender forehead kisses... you are a hopeless romantic who yearns to meet that someone you will be able to spend the rest of your life with. you want a deep and settled love, something that makes you feel stable and comfortable. you want someone who will hold you at night, and kiss you every morning. you want someone who will always stand by you until the end. please try to remember that any failed romance was not a waste of time; it was an opportunity to grow and understand yourself. your perfect person will find you, and you are a complete person until then.

sharing looks from across a room

having an evening of flirty side glances... the thrill of the chase and of being chased... getting to sneak around before the grand finale... you want a love that is exciting but fleeting, you want the thrill of being chased and being romanced. you have little care for how long your flings last for, but you want them to be passionate and full of laughter and inside jokes. you want every one of your past lovers to miss you when you leave. although it is impractical to ask for someone to change their nature, it may be a good reminder that some feelings are okay to embrace. there is no need to always run away from others, especially if running back to them makes you feel like the sun.