#fcxeric

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your buttocks as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of mutilation, and must follow the guidelines below :

mostly done through internal rupturing and physical deformation.

may be exposing self to possible contamination.

"Dammit, I hope no one sees me." A soft and terrified voice spoke out. the footsteps were almost as light as Hongbin, but it didn't help mask this feeling of anxiety and fear that came along from his power. He cursed his desire to practice and hoped that no one would notice a deathly pale man with a jaw that unhinged and swayed at his throat. As he pulled a scarf over his head and face, he realized how foolish he looked but did not care since it was a burden to have his powers. He hung his head low, in shame, and walked into the infirmary's door. 

"Oh shit, goddamn door." He cursed at himself. He slid the door open with Death's hand and noticed a surviving light. "Ah, fuck not again..." He, again, cursed. He clung to the opposite wall and tried to stick to the shadows before he frustratingly noticed that the medicine cabinet was on the other side of the room, in barely any light. He quickly stepped under the light and pulled out his phone to light to cabinet. 

"Now where in Father's name is that medicine. No, no, no..." He whispered to himself in anxiety. He was looking for enough advil to possibly numb a large livestock animal, but all he found was funny looking bottles and the throat clearing of another man. 

(` his messages come as a surprise to the young woman, who was already curled in bed with a book in her hands, but she smiles all the same reading over them a second time to make sure she had seen it correctly-- there are butterflies in her stomach, the one with painted wings that never stop beating )

[sms]: do you know what time it is...? ㅋ

(` steps outside of her room, looking around the empty hallway to see if she could find his familiar figure. she can't, but just as he said, there's a thermos in front of her, and it makes a smile curve her lips, even before she takes that first sip )

( *swollen eyes lazily open, greeting the white ceiling of the infirmary with minimal surprise.  how familiar had the sight gotten?  probably too much.  maybe she should go to sleep again--the slumber of the last two days had oddly absent of nightmares, making it an even better escape than usual.  but she can't, she actually can't, for when her eyes flutter shut, not a drop of fatigue, of dream dust, can keep them stuck together and so she sighs, rolls onto her side and pulls out her phone, opening anipang.  a nurse pokes stops by the girl's bedside, smiling sweetly before murmuring questions on how she felt--the answer was always 'okay,' even though that was no where near true--and announcing, that the doctor would be right with her.  she nods, giving the woman a hesitant smile before reclining back and focusing on her game.  her eyes shift to the left side of her bed, and she sighs.