𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖.

BAEKHYUN WAS CONSTANTLY reminded of the terror that happened in his life, there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t think of his teammates. the dull ache all over his body reminds him that he was lucky — that there was a second chance for him. he’s reminded of a dark past whenever he sees someone sip some alcohol, a time where he would have indulged as well, but he wasn’t that same person anymore. but, somehow he found haeil — or haeil found him and truly made this all the easier. he didn’t feel like he was such a bad guy after all. misguided, maybe, but not the bad guy. it was hard for him to accept gifts, let alone an extravagant vacation that his boyfriend had planned for him. nothing could prepare him for the sight that he saw when they stepped through the door. it was decorated to the nines, his eyes filling up with tears immediately as his hand grasps the others tightly. “ w-what is all of this? ” he asks, clearly shaken up by everything going on. eyes wide as they take in the sight of the room, how was this possible? “ d-did you do all of this? ” baek’s scared to let go and look closer at everything — what if it wasn’t real, what if this was just some sick dream that wasn’t going to come true. haeil’s words make him lean down and envelop him in a hug, kissing the top of his head as he sways the boy back and forth. “ I can’t believe you, ” he sniffles after speaking. “ I can’t believe you’re the most amazing boyfriend in the world, this is all so much. I can’t even — I can’t even express how much this means to me.”

EVA IS LESS THAN IMPRESSED to say the least if she wanted to be around a group of men who thought they were tough shit, she’d go back to her job for the night and at least make some money from it. the stranger standing in front of her was less than impressive, with his whole script at how he was so much different than his friends, all it did was make her roll her eyes. “ bullshit. ” she scoffed as her arms wrap over her exposed chest, shaking her head a bit. “ you are who you associate yourself with, and since that seems to be the crowd that you hang around, it speaks volumes.” her voice is snippy, and once he reaches his hand out for her, she can’t help but do a once over. he fit the aesthetic of his friends, but was he really like them? she wasn’t sure. was she about to find out, maybe. “ eva. ” the raven-haired girl mumbles as she reaches her hand out to grab his, giving it a firm handshake before quickly returning to her previous stance. “ maybe they should learn to apologize instead of having someone cover their asses all the time. ” eva quips before flicking her hair off her shoulder, maybe she was being a bit harsh to this stranger who did just save her, but she didn’t care. 

ARDEN HAD BEEN waiting for a text indicating what their plans were for that evening , expecting something along the lines of staying at home & watching movies . or club outing beginning & ending with designer drugs . it wasn’t that she was necessarily surprised when he mentioned other plans , but more so the lack of time she had to prepare . superficial maybe , but even vague instructions on how to dress gave her more than enough to look the part .  –  black dress barely slipped over her shoulders as she hears the doorbell , scrambling to find the rest of her belongings before turning the doorknob .   ‘   hi ,   ’   a smile graces her features almost immediately , painted digits playing with the fabric of her tailored gown . she’s about to speak again before her attention falls to the flowers placed before her . she’s told him before , a passing phrase maybe , but she had mentioned her favorite flowers the first time jun got them for her . a detail arden thought he would seemingly forget – knowing it had been been quite the opposite forces an unfaltering warmth within her chest .    ’   either you remembered , or you got really lucky on the way here .   ’   smile only widens as she speaks , taking the bouquet within her grasp only a moment later . a part of her wants to ask what exactly he had planned for the evening since this kind of outing wasn’t really common for the two of them . yes , they had their moments , but tonight just felt different . however rather than dwelling on it , she steps through the doorframe , free palm now pressed against his shoulder as she pushes herself up on her toes , slightly , reaching his height to place a soft kiss on his cheek .   ’   i’m guessing lucky ,   ’   it’s barely a whisper as she drops back to her height ( plus whatever her heels added to that number ) ,   ‘   also … you look decent .   ’   a very obvious understatement , especially considering she could find something much more fitting to describe exactly what she thought , but rather chose to bring up the wording from his texts ,   '   very decent .   ’

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN her favorite holiday of sorts , the one time of year where they could be truly uninhibited & almost uncaring of what state they appeared in in public . more so , it gave her the opportunity to partake in acts that may not be so forgiving during other times of the year . cliche , yes , but considering for the better part of six - hundred years she’s forced a part of herself to be kept hidden, she would take any opportunity handed to her to do otherwise .   —   painted digits play with the worn pages of the book within her grasp , composure unfaltering as she hears the other speak ; consider it a practiced art of ignoring . one she’s managed to master over their prolonged period of partnership . & rather than offering verbal confirmation , she grants a soft hum before turning to the page – still not looking up . vi’s joked with him for the last couple of days that maybe some change would be good , that maybe their ’ costumes ’ should be just that … a costume . & before she even has the moment to think of her next non - response , a soft grip is pulling her attention upwards .   ‘   i like to keep you guessing , love .   ’   a smile graces her lips , yet only after the forced pout falls from her features . it takes her a moment to eye the entirety of his outfit , an evident laugh bubbling within her chest , only exacerbated by the playful question . her arm rises from her side , gripping onto the cuffs before her & pulling them down just enough to keep them out of her line of sight .   ’   they wouldn’t last five seconds .   ’   her grip loosens then , letting go of the handcuffs only a second later .   '   i’m not saying … you look terrible . but  –  you look better as something else . also the police officer thing is very overdone ; i never pictured you as someone so unoriginal .   ‘ 

BOLD  what  applies  to  your  muse.

SIGHT.

small  towns.  big  cities.  six  thirty  curfews.  lights  that  take  the  place  of  stars.  blanket  nests.  light  through  the  blinds  as  a  wake  up  call.  found  family.  finding  a  single  star  in  the  middle  of  new  york  city.  window  shopping.  watching  something  terrible  and  enjoying  it.  growing  numb  to  the  sight  of  injustice.  wilted  flowers.  faded  caricatures.  bright,  bold  colors.

HEARING.

crickets  and  lightning  bugs.  car  engines  and  a  /  c  units.  a  phone  call  to  mom  /  dad.  laughing  with  friends.  jokes  that  are  so  bad  you  have  to  laugh.  the  clicking  of  computer  keys.  noise  canceling  headphones.  the  sound  of  silence.  muffled  music  from  another  room.  drumming  fingertips  on  a  table.  clicking  of  pens.  listening  to  a  clock  and  swearing  the  ticks  get  slower.  ringing  in  the  ears.  the  voice  of  someone  you  love.  pitch  shifted  songs.

TOUCH.

being  held  close  during  a  long  night.  fleeting  reassurances.  holding  hands  when  you’re  scared.  brushing  fingers  through  strands  of  hair.  freshly  dried  clothes.  bruises  on  your  knuckles.  silk  and  satin.  your  favorite  pet’s  fur  or  feather.  wringing  your  hands  anxiously.  snuggies.  comforters  in  the  dead  of  winter.  nails  against  skin.  cold  metal.  leather  in  summer.

TASTE.

coffee  in  the  morning.  tea  in  the  evening.  bubblegum  that  lost  its  flavor.  alcohol  burning  the  back  of  your  throat.  homemade  cooking,  no  matter  what’s  made.  blood  in  your  mouth.  stale  air.  mint.  fresh  vegetables.  that  processed  taste  of  citrus  candy.  the  first  meal  you  cook  by  yourself  that  tastes  good.  foreign  sweets.  fast  food.  bittersweet.  sour.  spicy.  sweet.  bitter.  too much salt on fries.

SMELL.

morning  glories  and  honeysuckles.  freshly  cut  grass.  hot  chocolate  in  the  middle  of  winter.  nail  polish.  acetone.  hospital  rooms.  smoke  (  or  incense  ).  hair  spray.  your  favorite  shampoo  /  conditioner.  the  scent  of  home.  perfume.  cologne.  mint.  something  burning.  wet  dogs.  copper.  metal.  unemptied  ash  trays.  something  familiar  yet  different.

BOLD  what  applies  to  your  muse.

APHRODITE.  

laughter  loving.  sweet  smiles.  dressed  in  silk  and  satin.  flower  in  their  hair.  sees  the  world  as  a  runway.  unapologetically  sexual.  the sea  washing  their  ankles.  in  love  with  love.  stirrer  of  passion.  cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips.  secret  daggers.  doves.  revolution  in  their  kiss.  delighting  in  the  waves.  flirtatious  winks.  strolling  along  the  beach.  staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony.  this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker.  wants  to  be  adored.  gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.    

glitz  and  glamour.  art  galleries.  turning  the  volume  up.  being  made  of  gold.  neatly  organized  music  sheets.  notebooks  filled  with  poetry.  bathing  in  the  sunlight.  the  powerful  urge  to  create.  collecting  vinyl  records.  beautiful  cover  of  wonderwall.  playing  multiple  instruments.  tasting  like  sunshine.  healing  touch.  speaking  in  prophecies.  smile  mingled  with  wrath.  shunning  lies.  sporting  shades.  hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends.  sleeps  naked.  arrow  to  the  heart.  paintbrushes.  probably  has  a  tinder  account.

ARES.  

armed  for  battle.  wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other.  soft  spot  for  children.  gives  piggyback  rides.  scarred  body.  blood  on  their  hands  and  face.  willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love.  fights  against  injustice.  warm  hugs.  well  worn  combat  boots.  boxing  gloves.  bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles.  fist  raised  in  protest.  ignites  revolutions.  fear  is  a  prison.  more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think.  exhausted.  damaged  goods.  force  to  be  reckoned  with.  red  roses.  curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS.   

keen  sense  of  a  hunter.  freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin.  piercing  eyes.  disheveled  braid.  moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows.  the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night.  lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars.  mother  doe  and  her  fawn.  protecting  their  kin (?).  the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake.  quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree.  running  with  wolves.  bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire.  not  being  much  of  a  people  person.  arrow  hitting  a  target.  popping  egos.  patience  on  3%.  touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.   

discerning  gaze.  unreadable  face.  quiet  museums.  owl  perched  on  their  finger.  armor  that  intimidates.  eye  for  architecture.  plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building  houses.  studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid.  big  fan  of  logic.  loves  brain  teasers.  ancient  buildings.  sweaters  in  neutral  and  cool  colors.  hair  done  up.  can  kill  you  with  their  brain.  heads  to  the  library  often  to  research.  sharpened  pencils.  abs  that  can  cut  steel.  stoic  statues.  pottery  classes.

DEMETER.     

soil  covered  hands.  smile  that  can  bloom  flowers.  skin  loved  by  the  sun.  being  the  mom  friend.  can  lift  you  and  your  friends.  flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls.  takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden.  speaks  to  their  plants.  leaves  rustling  in  the  wind.  stalks  of  wheat.  picking  fruit.  greenhouses.  heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain.  values  simplicity.  daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone.  curls  crowned  with  flowers.  folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues.  pulling  out  fresh  baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.    

drunk  shitposter.  on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second.  seductive  smirks.  untamed  curls.  rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin.  sleek  furred  panthers.  theater  masks.  stage  productions.  receiving  a  standing  ovation.  rose  caught  between  their  teeth.  being  the  baby  of  the  bunch.  wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup.  creeping  vines.  inspiring  loyalty.  grand  opera  houses.  masquerade  balls.  rolls  of  film.  shattered  chandeliers  with  broken  glass  scattered  across  the  wine  spilled  floor.  pouring  champagne  into  flutes.  lives  for  the  applause.

HEPHAESTUS.   

the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor.  sweaty  brow.  flame  burning  in  their  eyes.  inventive  mind.  broad  shoulders.  steampunk  goggles.  nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes.  ashes.  striking  a  match.  blueprints  for  future  projects.  fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades.  wrestles  with  bitterness.  work  boots  have  seen  better  years.  wrinkled  plaid  shirts.  iron  melted  in  blazing  fire.  huge  jackets.  crafting  masterpieces.  greased  stained  overalls.  fascination  with  robotics.  pain  is  fuel.  stack  of  weaponry.  even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.   

resting  bitch  face.  dressed  to  the  nines.  cows  grazing  on  a  pasture.  cool  rain.  loving  and  hating  fiercely.  hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls.  large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals.  plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims.  romance  to  realism.  pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane.  files  that  under  fuck  it.  downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix.  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded.  knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man.  dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul.  marble  and  gold.

HERMES.     

devil  -  may  -  care  smile.  always  up  to  date  on  the  latest  technology.  will  steal  your  french  fries.  does  it  for  the  vine.  shitposter.  puts  googly  eyes  on  everything.  meme  hoarder.  long  drives  on  the  highway.  ma  and  pop  diners.  spontaneous  road  trips.  folded  maps.  fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop.  shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court.  chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations.  goes  jogging  in  the  morning.  mixes  redbull  with  coffee.  menace  on  aprilfool’s.  hoodies  and  sneakers.

POSEIDON.     

storm  with  skin.  colorful  coral  reefs.  waves  crashing  against  the  shore.  stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat.  their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop.  tousled  locks.  clothes  smeared  with  paint.  owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more.  leather  jackets.  fondness  for  diy  projects.  handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page.  nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin.  velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams.  mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea.  the  roar  of  a  motorcycle.  compass  with  a  spinning  arrow.

HADES.     

walking  home  alone  in  the  early  morning.  back  alleys.  drinking  alone  in  a  graveyard.  crippling  loneliness  hidden  by  sarcasm  and  cynicism.  crows  picking  a  carcass.  untended  dead  flowers.  the  black  sheep  of  the  family.  black  coffee.  money  can’t  buy  you  happiness.  murder  mystery  dinner  parties.  blood  on  your  shirt  collar.  dust  illuminated  by  sunlight.  classical  music.  dogs  are  better  than  people.  a  quiet  wrath.  shady  business  deals.  taking  what  you  are  owed.  paint  it  black.  seasonal  affective  disorder.  popping  the  suit  collar.  grey  rain  on  a  cityscape.

ZEUS.     

thunder  in  their  heart  soul.  running  on  coffee.  flash  of  lightning.  unnatural  charisma.  eloquence.  badass  in  a  nice  suit.  aficionado  of  history.  force  of  nature.  lennyface.  nightmare  filled  nights.  proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist.  high  -  rise  buildings.  planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky.  technician  on  the  piano.  maintains  order.  strong  handshake.  juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease.  expensive  watch.