what you see is a trick

”still a good one.” the elder mumbles, fingertips halting when he sees the way allistair’s eyes look in broad daylight. there’s something raw about the daytime, and maybe that’s why alexei feels a little bit smaller, a little bit less perfect than he did the day before and yet; much more alive, much more worth it. tired lips lift in a series of gentle smiles as the younger brings him a plate, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell him he isn’t much of a breakfast person.  in due time, alexei. provided he doesn’t run. “i don’t know if i can finish this all, honestly. i’ll try to, though. these eggs are sublime.“ he isn’t lying, either- allistair’s magic extends to nearly everything he does, it seems. he takes his time, movements slow; careful because he’s an idiot sometimes and the last thing he wanted to do was mess up the musician’s sheets. it doesn’t take long for him to feel full, and he softly slips the rest of the food onto allistair’s plate. content to watch the other finish up, the elder relaxes backwards, increasingly aware of how unintentionally tensed he’d let himself get. “i’ll shower at home, that’s okay. i don’t have a change of clothes here anyways.” when allistair extends across the sheets next to him he can’t help but hold his gaze, giving him every bit of attention he has and then some. “i- i didn’t realize i was looking at you some way,” he responds, careful not to stumble over the words he doesn’t know how to say. he’s thoughtful then, lips pursing as he lifts a hand to drag alongside the bridge of his nose in slight consciousness. “it wasn’t the dream as much it was how aware i was of your touch.” it’s an honest confession- a slightly scary one to admit at that.  the boy reaches for his phone to read the time, a little startled by the early digits on the screen. “i feel like i’ve been out for goddamn days, not hours. i have a lecture in the afternoon and a miniature mountain of papers to grade, so i think i’ll probably stay in and get to them.” alexei’s struggling to think of reasons to stay away after this night, and a part of him thinks it’s because he won’t be able to handle that much emotion so soon- but a larger, more logical part of him thinks that allistair most likely wants the time alone as well.  lighter irises carefully, slowly reach to find his again, and then he’s intaking air again because allistair looks like what alexei thinks prodosy was meant to be and maybe just maybe his heart is getting used to of beating this fast. “i- um, what about you?” 

at first allistair is worried that the eggs are bad, but he sees that enough was eaten that it wasn’t a taste issue. maybe alexei wasn’t hungry? that could’ve been it. so, he allows the other to put his remaining food on his own plate, and he eats it without question. some just didn’t have appetites in the morning, and that was fine. 

“are you sure? you could borrow some of my clothes.” granted, he doubted his clothes were even close to alexei’s personal taste or style, and they would probably be a bit big on him, but he liked the idea of seeing the other male in his clothes, a small smile playing on his lips as he imagines the other in his distressed jeans and band tees. 

he manages a small chuckle when the other trips over his words. had he forgotten how to flirt? clearly he had, with the way he was being so honest in his answers. wow, allistair really had an affect on him, didn’t he? his smile broadens at the admission on the other’s part, and he lays back further onto his back, grinning up at the other male. “and how would you describe my touch?” as much as he was being a smug, playful shithead, he was also curious. alexei was an intellectual after all. 

[...]

“you didn’t haveto make m’anything“ he says when he can feel his dream in between the knuckles of allistair’s wrist, quiet enough the cracks of his early morning voice doesn’t cut the air between them altogether. 

he looks up upon hearing the other’s voice and smiles, an airy little chuckle leaving his nose. “you’re my guest, of course i had to. what kind of host would i be otherwise?” playfulness dances round the shapes of his eyes as he scoops up the two plates he’s fixed, bringing them over to the bed where he plops himself down and hands over one of the plates to his companion. “i hope you like bacon and eggs.” 

he offers one last smile before beginning to dig into his meal, though there wasn’t too much on his plate. truth be told, he was trying to budget his food out for the week. he usually masked it as a diet. “do you need to shower? you’re free to use mine, if you’d like.” i could join you. with the way alexei had been looking at him, he’d be surprised if he offered and the other said no. allistair muses internally and smirks a bit, laying himself out on his side and meeting the other’s eyes again. 

lilika was following a high schooler that day who was her target of the day. he was a bully and the mother of the victim had hired her to solve the problem of her son. from what she had gathered that guy had five more ‘friends’ or what the kids those days called underlings since he was the ‘head’, so if she were to deal with that kid’s issue, she would be able to solve the problem she was going to be paid for. 

but, instead, the witch not only was she unable to follow the high schooler but she also got dirty because she bumped into someone who spilled his drink on her, made her panick and probably a curse was put on him since he started to run away from her screaming that the end of the world was near. the cold coffee hadn’t only stained her top but also her prominent cleavage. that was when a very handsome but slightly -or a lot- weird man started speaking to her. 

“excuse me, for me to get someone dirty they would have to rub themselves all over me. don’t say impossible things!” she said sticking her tongue out at the stranger. “what i need is to change clothes. and i’m lucky because i always carry with me a change in my bag. so, human whose name i don’t know yet, do you know where the wc is so i can go change?” 

ian blinks for a moment before he busts out laughing. and he thought he was a character? oh no, this chick had him beat, for sure. “why is that impossible? i could rub myself all over you right now, missus.” he chuckles, gesturing with his hands to outline her curves in the air. minus the coffee, he was pretty sure he’d enjoy that activity. she wasn’t harsh on the eyes, anyways. 

“i’ll stop you right there though. i’m not human. well, not entirely. only half. don’t go assuming people’s species over there. also, why the need to address someone as a human?” he tilts his head at her, eyebrow cocked. “are you not so human yourself? that’d make my day a whole lot more interesting.” he smirks a bit. a non-human friend. that’d be... nice.

“okay, okay, the bathroom is the next floor up. i don’t know why they don’t just put a set of bathrooms down here. it’d be convenient. maybe it’s got something to do with the sewer systems? plumbing routes? i don’t know. anyways, up this way.” he leads off, gesturing to a flight of stairs. “shall i show you the way?”

open to: m/f/nb connection: best friend, friend, significant other, sibling, anyone ! plot: your muse notices noah’s bruised knees. 

          ❛ OH, THOSE ? ❜ HER EYES CAST downwards to her knees, noticing a cloud of dark bruises on pale skin. noah has grown pretty used to ( or numb to ? ) the dull pain after all these years of learning new tricks and falling on the ice. she’s working particularly hard trying to perfect a new routine for her next competition. ❛ i’m just clumsy, i guess. ❜ the figure skater laughed awkwardly, a little shrug preceding her chuckles. ❛ it’s not a big deal. ❜ at least not to her, so she’ll reassure them. ❛ don’t worry about it. ❜

“clumsy?” rose looks on, interest peeked, though her knowledge on human injuries tells her this cannot possibly be the product of clumsiness. “those look too severe to be from a clumsy fall.” curiosity gets to her as she reaches out to touch the bruises, but then she stops herself, trying to remind herself that she needs to be... what was the term... polite! she has to be polite. “how did it happen?” 

open to: anyone! plot: my apartment is now a flaming pile of rubble sending my things rocketing down into the plaza below. i suppose these things happen.

          “you can’t go into the unit….. do you have someone you can call…?” harin just breathlessly nodded, holding up her hand to the doorman. she turned around so she wouldn’t have to face the devastation. all of her things were destroyed along with the four apartments surrounding hers being half-blown. surprisingly, she didn’t feel upset, but instead felt slight relief. the things you own end up owning you. the entrapment of the modern capitalist system was that you felt empty if you didn’t have the latest and greatest or intensely love your belongings. no tears here, though. just a panic of who to call.

          harin opened up her phone, and she pulled a number out of her pocket. she hadn’t even known them longer than the time of a cross-country train ride, but she gravitated toward the receipt in her wallet anyway. the woman dialed, waiting for the line to click open. “hi, uh….yeah, so you probably don’t remember me, but…i was the gal from the train. ………..the one with the funny bag? well, you’re not going to believe this, but–” harin scratched the surface of her predicament to them before ending with, “can we just…meet up? i know it’s late, so–”

“oh sweetheart...”

sydney looks around her loft, feeling rather scatter-brained. this was a little sudden, especially from a practical stranger, acquaintance at best. “i-- maybe? where did you want to meet up?” she scrambles, getting some papers together that probably didn’t belong together, sifting through discarded clothing to try and find a viable pair of pants. “what is this about? did i accidentally take something of yours? do you have something of mine? i wouldn’t doubt it.” she looks around the room, noting the mess and how easy it would be for her to lose track of something being missing. 

     Her  words  drilled  through his  eardrums  as  his  brown  orbs  watched her  patch  up  his  wounds.   Jae  felt  better than  he  looked. “Ah.  Noona.”,  He  said,  allowing a  smile  to  spread  out  on  his  lips.  “How  can  I  call  you  when  someone beats  me  up?  and  let’s  be  honest? I  deserved  it.”,  A  small  nod  moved  his  head  up  and  down.  He  was  being  completely  honest with  her.  He  should  not  have  flirted with  the  guy’s  girlfriend,  kissed the  guy’s  girlfriend infront  of  him.  “You  know  what  I  do  not  understand?  Your  girl  flirts with  another  guy  infront  of  you?  and  you  are  mad  at  the  other  guy?  Why  would  you  act  like  your  girlfriend did  not  do  anything  wrong? it  makes  no  sense.”,  those  words  that  escaped  his  throat  were  wrapped  up  in  a  whiny  tune.  “if  you  flirt  with  my  girlfriend and  she  flirts back…  well  then.. she’s  yours.  you  can  have  her.  I  do  not  want  someone who  is  not  loyal  to  me  &  only  to  me.”

she shoots him a glare when he tries to brush it all off, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look her dead in the eye, so her following words would sink in properly. “call. me.” she holds him there for a moment before letting him go and continuing to tend to his wounds. she can’t help but shake her head at it all, though as she listens to him ramble, her brow knits together in both confusion and disappointment. “and yet you say you deserved this. you’re blaming yourself for this as much as that guy blamed you.” she sighs, dousing one of the larger cuts with some cleaning alcohol to spare him from any kind of infection, continuing to... well, lecture him, as she cleans and dabs the wound. “it’s a lot more complicated than simply being disloyal. an act like that? in front of him? that’s a cry for attention. that’s desperation. there are bigger issues at hand there, and that guy that punched you is clearly oblivious to it all, as would you be.” she looks back up at him, meeting his eyes. “don’t be so simple minded. or so ready to give up on someone you’re supposed to care about. this’ll sound harsh, but... try growing up a little.” 

"oh. great."

   open to anyone ♡

  Real men did not make two trips. San put serious effort in carrying two shopping bags on each arm, swaying a little to find balance when they kept bouncing against each other. The plastic handles dug into his arms, making each passing moment agony. There was a pack of toilet paper to hold under his arm as well, which made the matters worse.

     He hated asking for help. He was fully aware of the strange looks he was receiving, but he ignored them, focusing solely on making it home.

    Until one of the handles broke, that was. He watched his groceries scatter on the ground, beaten. Once again he was not sure why he even bothered.

    “Excuse me,” he begun as a someone passed by. they were around his age & seemed strong enough. “Could you help me…?”

he heard the clattering of spillage before looking up from his book to see the mess before him. he was an expert at reading while walking through the city at this point, but navigating this mess without his eyes would be insanity. he feels a head of something - lettuce? cabbage? - roll up and bump against his shoe, cluttering to a stop, and his eyes follow the line from the chunk of food to the man who looked panicked and was presumably the one who had dropped all of this.

muse: ian open to: anyone scenario: food/drink item of your choice just spilled all over your muse’s clothing.