· nixus nitor ·

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[[ I happened to check in on tumblr randomly today and this is so sweet ;;;; You're such a lovely person, please don't forget that and to take care of yourself next to being so nice and sweet to others!! I hope the same for you and although I made the decision to leave, I also miss many people from my wonderful time here <3

Aris had been watching a group of sirens and what looked to be a merman heading away from him. But that couldn’t be right. No merman in his right mind would associate with sirens. Sirens would sooner rip a merman’s heart out and eat it then be caught casually fraternizing with them. Or so he’d been told. This was after all the first time he’d ever seen them this close. No sign of the Nix though. It only then occurred to him that he didn’t actually know what a Nix looked like let alone how to find one. He glanced behind him just in case and felt his heart drop to the tip of his tail when he noticed the sirens moving away minus the merman. Oh god did they eat him? Carefully he peaked a little further over the rock he hid behind hoping to spot him when he felt something against the back of his neck and a low voice spoke. He gulped and slowly turned to see what exactly he was facing now when to his surprise he saw the merman that had been with the sirens. He’d have been relieved if that same person wasn’t currently holding a scary looking blade towards him. A little nervous smile tugged at his lips as he tried to stay as calm as he could. “Lost? N-not exactly. I’m looking for someone. Well, two someone’s actually. I need the first someone to help me find the second someone…” He trailed off unsure of what his next moves would or could be in this situation. “Uh, do you think you could maybe put that thing away? I promise I don’t mean any harm.” Aris was not a fighter by any means and he really hopes the other would listen and put away that weapon but if it came down to it he had exactly one trump card up his sleeve. Provided he got the chance to use it.

When the pretty thing begins to turn around, Jaejoon lets him go ahead. Besides, such a pretty face it would be a waste not to enjoy it at least for a little while! The blade slightly tips to the right in a diagonal, till the bright-haired merman faces him and it goes back now no more than a centimeter away from his throat. Jaejoons dark brown eyes, deeper than chocolate, were set on his face with a hint of interest but he left little to read off of his features. Oh, he stutters in the face of danger. How like merpeople. Never facing actual threat, steering clear of trouble under the guise of keeping peace. He’s not exactly interested in the story, especially as it rambles on. Instead he is just looking at that face. He wonders how long it would take to corrupt a merman. 

“Well at least we don’t have to hide anymore, but you know, if feeling more safe with me other than the new musty place they offered – “ After Sung-Ho was fully recovered after a few weeks of going back and forward with milder effects from the flu he had caught and the rest of the crew was able to discuss properly what they would do, it was decided that the girl onboard would have the right to settle on a room of her own, she would have her fair share of food as well and time apart from the boys to clean herself do whatever girls did, but this also meant that they also wanted to take advantage and requested her to work.

“Also – If you want me to take your share of work, I can do it. It doesn’t feel right to have a lady do heavy work.” He coughs softly and looks away, focusing on his own handy work with the ship’s ropes, so he didn’t glance at her while he blushed and neither did he gave her that easy sight of him all red. It was embarrassing.

Shuhua knew there was still a while before they’d reach land, and the crew was being accomodating of her... Everything considered. She had never meant to impose on them, but she also had very little to offer to them so... She put her best in the work given to her. Turns out she was decently helpful when it came to cooking. Not much for flavoring but simple things like cutting and fetching ingredients. She also helped whenever anything had to be moved, whatever they asked her to do she didn’t (nor could verbally) complain. 

Jianjie was too smart. In any normal situation he would be completely correct to seek out his sect first but He Lian couldn’t tell him the reason why that wouldn’t work this time. Neither of their sects would be of much help now and it broke his heart to keep that from his friend but there was no other choice. Not until they knew more about who had brought him back and why. There was another thing Jianjie was right about though. “I don’t know how or why you’re here, but I have no doubt that we’ll figure it out.” He took the cup that was offered to him and laughed a bit as he raised it to his friend. Unlike Jianjie he didn’t down his wine but sipped at it carefully. He was never as good at drinking as the other and even more so now as a god. “I really missed you Jianjie. I thought I would never see you again.” It was a little scary how easily he was able to accept this resurrection. Part of him didn’t really want to know why because what if someone was just trying to hurt them again? He just wanted to enjoy having his friend back but it was very hard to do that with all the other things hanging over them. There was a lot of work to do. “But before we get too excited, there’s something you know first. I can’t stay in one place for very long. When you…when I was alone…the other gods turned on me. I’m being hunted Jianjie. Ever since that day they’ve never stopped. You should know that if you stay with me you will be as well. So of course I’ll do whatever I can to help you but if you want to go, I’ll understand.”

One of Jianjie’s brows raises and next up they furrow, listening to the confession made by his dearest friend. Even if death had parted them for a long time, him being the lucky one in a sense for having not been on this earth to miss He Lian like he must’ve had to miss him, he still feels extremely close to him. Like nothing had happened, like... He hadn’t died. What furrowed his brows wasn’t this thought though, but the story he was told. Although short it’s all he needs to hear to be upset with those gods. That’s it then, he’d forgo the existing gods and only accept He Lian as one. And his face cleared again. 

“Not for life, huh?” The male repeated his words with obvious interest and chuckled, imagining what the favor could be. “Rest assure, if I’d want you on your knees and ass up, I’d flirt with you. I don’t take advantage of people when they own it to me. I am meaning more of a saving my ass if I need it in a complicated situation.” He grins and hums in a purr when noticing the silky tone the other had, which did lead his head right into the gutter.

"I guess you will see once you talk to them there.“ The male chuckles as he returns to walk and shrugs to the question, not really wanting to give to much information and on top of that also not knowing much himself as his boss was the one that called the shots. "Want me to enter with you and tell him that you’re here to see him or you have your big boy pants on and feel ready to face the dragon, bunny?” The raven haired smirked upon their arrival by the club again and lead up the stairs, by the VIP area and then finally the long corridor that lead to the few offices they had by the club, one of those, of course, being his bosses. Woojin leaned by the wall near the door’s frame, with his ankles crossed and his arms as well.

Subin shoots a light glare towards Woojin at the mention of him being ‘ass up’. Not something he was totally unfamilliar with but he should act the part that he is, after all that is the Subin Woojin knows and should continue to know. He sighs and shakes his head. “Why does that almost sound worse... Fine, but I don’t know what you want me to do. I’m barely able to save myself.” He says matter of factly, and now brushes past the other male to head outside and the direction they had come from before. 

Who needed personal space anyway- Youngsoo didn’t. Not when it was being invaded by someone as attractive as Jongsuk- indeed what a fine specimen of a man. The kiss was needy, at least from Youngsoo’s side as he parts his lips for the man- though the other pulls back much to his dismay and a slight pout appears on his lips. He frowns and huffs for a moment.

His hand is grabbed, he links his fingers automatically as if by instinct. Taking large steps as the other takes him along and there is no need for words- Youngso, or rather Hyperion as he is really named, is a little nervous about the spots where they aren’t in the light. His skin glowing ever so slightly but there are enough streetlights to hide the feature. They come to a halt- it felt the shortest moment and qat the same time the longest time. The beeping of the lock is like music to his ears- he hears the technology talk.

Not right now, he had to focus on something else. Rather someone.  The room does not bother Hyperion for he has seen far worse and far better in his lifetime. He does not care as he slips out of his shoes as well and steps into the room, looking around curious to what the room says. He wonders about the few books and his eyes are on the titles before he is distracted by Jongsuk and smiles at him. “You weren’t lying when you said it was closeby.” he comments and takes the man’s hand and slowly brings it to his lips, kissing the fingers. Every fingertip separately as he looks up at the man.

Jongsuks gaze is on his feet as he slips out of his shoes, the whole of his demeanor still as casual as ever. Like it had been the whole time even sicne that moment they kissed inside the club. His eyes do come up though, lopsided hint of a smile on his lips, at that little comment. “Why would I lie?” He simply answered. Though, there were plenty things he did lie about. He steps forward towards Youngsoo, past the shelf of semi-organised books varying from some literature to art to acting related books. From his time in university. He is definitely not paying any of it any mind, because Jongsuk is clearly only focused on the other man in his studio.

"Ah, of course, why didn't I think of getting us matching gifts?" Ed picked the red one, the color immediately calling his attention. "Oh my— can you say that again, the part where you call me your prince?" He purses his lips at her.

[[ You're literally the cutest <3 @gcntlebreezc

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Okay so i’m slowly settling in my new place but as i said, I will definitely remain a slow blog. My focus is simply elsewhere. If any of my partners don’t feel happy with that, that’s okay! Just let me know and we’ll talk ^^ <3 

I... I don't know what to say, again. For someone who always has something witty to say it seems I run out of words whenever it's about you. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day, princess.

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