Psychedelic silhouette

☾ - sleep headcanon

Jongin is the type of person who falls asleep as fast as his head hits the pillow, he falls easily when the lights turn off and when the darkness veils his small apartment completely. It is probably in darkness that he finds his utmost comfort and it is probably also in the silence covering the whole neighbourhood. It is one of the advantages of his crib. It is near the suburbs and even if it is a long way from his workplace (that is not a problem thanks to his power to teleport though), this small haven of his is one of the most silent places. 

With the moonlight shining faintly through the clear windows, Jongin tends the stare at the stars a few minutes, lying on his back with one arm tucked under his head, the other relaxing on his abdomen. He is a cold person so he finds the spring nights still brisk and keeps a blanket close by to cover his body. He usually does it unconsciously in the middle of his sleep, pulling at the fabric subtly and dragging it over the parts of his body which are caught by the cold. His bones absorb the cold as if it essential to them though it is quite the opposite. Even if he is a cold person, Jongin can’t stand sleeping with a closed window. He likes to wake up to the sound of the chirping birds and to fall asleep to the music of the children of nature at evening. He enjoys the warm swifts of wind pushing into his room and enveloping his body. 

The nephilim draws lines with his eyes between stars and wishes to see them for the next day as his eyelids fall shut and his fingers carress small patches of his mattress. Body turns to a side and if Jongin is too tired, he closes his eyes and falls asleep instantly. If he isn’t that tired, he shifts a few times before he finds a comfortable spot. He sometimes ends up on his tummy, sometimes just choosing to sleep on his side, rarely wakes up with a pillow in his arms and often with his sheets messed up. He easily dismisses his pillow and casually sleeps directly on the mattresses. 

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“No. 1251″ the blank tone echoed in the darkness, his eyes glowing in their exquisite light grayness, his hands covered in blood, his face hinting crimson lines of pain. “Remember me?” the nephilim’s lips curled in a vicious smirk, his expression painted in delight because one of organization’s researchers’ life was right between his fingers, hanging by a thread, probably wishing he was dead. 

Jongin was having an immensely great time torturing the people who turned him in the monster which chased them down. They deserved it all. This man who seemed to be married (Jongin pitied his supposed family according to the wedding ring he spotted) didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as many other innocent people. He had no right to still walk, see, feel, hear, possess any strengths or senses. Jongin was certain this man was a true monster with hidden claws and a dark heart.

“Remember all the novocaine you forced me to swallow?” Jongin asked with the same devilish smile slitting his plump lips, eyes scanning the frame leaned against one of the walls bordering the narrow street. His smirk could only grow wider as he watched the painful tears on the man’s cheeks, almost feel their saltiness on the tip of his tongue. The nephilim could see how the wonderful red liquid tainted all the overly-expensive clothes. “I think you wish you could swallow some now. To numb it all.” Where did the pain come from?

Writing: 

-self-para for character development

-starter for sehunxcel

Meme:

Movie:  celxmiyavi​,  jinxcel​

Snow:  celxsungkyung​

Waiting:

Ghoul - celxchanyeol

Glassy sky - celxjinri

Artistry - jinxcel

Of memories and alcohol - celxsungkyung

Write memories on my body - celxjaejoong

Plotting: 

Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. 

It wasn’t a comedy, but Jongin wassurely having a great time watching that movie. It was one based on the angels anddemons theme and compared to reality, it was a true factory of amusement for both ofthem. The facts were distorted, way distorted and there wasn’t actually anytangency with their race.

Jongin didn’t know that much aboutangels as he knew about demons or the hybrids between humans and the otherraces, but he surely knew that the director of that certain movie had even lessideas than he did.

Laughter filled the space of the darkroom which was lit only by the screen with rolling pictures, displaying series offighting scenes. The raven-haired nephilim had to admit the beers he drankbefore helped him break the limits of his inhibitions and he was freelyexpressing his hilarity and delight. It was so rare for Jongin to have fun,smile, grin much less, but his laughter was one of the rarest experiences onecould see. And he had no regrets of opening up in the moment. His heart feltlighter inside of his ribcage and he wished he could try such feeling moreoften, enjoy his free time without worry. Be normal.

“I swear this is one of the best nights of my life, Jae.” He said as he rubbed his eyes from the almost forming cheery tears.“We need to find more movies like this. It’s an endless fountain of fun.” He addedbursting into laughter once again at the ridiculous situations showing on thelarge surface of the LCD.

Spending time with another nephilim andenjoying their free time with a casual plan like watching a movie turned out tobe better than other times and better than he would have ever thought.