○ headcanon meme: closed     ↳ ( answered by muse )

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE?

“i don’t think that i have a single favorite quote. i have a favorite book, though, and i would quote the entire thing and claim it’s my favorite if i could. since that would be super long and unnecessary, i guess i could just give, like… the five i like the best and call it a day.” he smiles softly, pausing before he begins stating the first one.

“the eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. already he hears death calling. with all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.”

taking a deep breath, he begins explaining, “i really like that line because i can relate to it. i can relate to a lot of the book, honestly, and i think that’s why it means so much to me. well… other than the fact that it was also my father’s favorite book, and i first read it because he gave it to me. it was his way of connecting. i think it all made me understand him a little better. but, all of that is beside the point so… moving on.”

“dare to be strong and courageous. that is the road. venture anything. be brave enough to dare to be loved.”

“i feel like that one is obvious. it’s inspiring and it’s helped me through some rough times. there are moments when i don’t feel brave enough to dare to be loved, so this helps me return to a better state of mind. i need to be more open when it comes to letting people in and allowing people to care about me. that’s sometimes really difficult.”

“i am a lover and have not found my thing to love. that is a big point if you know enough to realize what i mean. it makes my destruction inevitable, you see. there are few who understand that.”

“my favorite part of that one is the very first line, and perhaps i could even narrow all of this down more and just claim that the first sentence is my favorite quote in all of this. i am a lover and have not found my thing to love… that really makes me feel something every time i read it. it’s powerful and so incredibly relatable. it makes me feel so longing and almost… sad? but at the same time… kind of hopeful? but the more you read on, the more it changes into something else. i suppose feeling that way does make self-destruction inevitable.”

“i wanted to run away from everything but i wanted to run towards something too.”

he’s quiet for several moments, his expression rather blank. it’s obvious that he is struggling with coming up with something to say for this one, though it’s not for lack of emotion or the ability to relate. it’s the opposite, and perhaps it sits with him too intensely. “i don’t really know what else i could even add to this one. it… kind of says it all. and i know exactly what the author means when he says this. it’s not the greatest feeling or predicament to be in.”

“love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night… you must not try to make love definite. it is the divine accident of life. if you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.”

chatting with @mixscorpio

tw ; profanity

“‘ey. i ever tell you i once met batman?”

leaning up against the wall, jun casually lounges while periodically taking bites of a bread bun in his hand (and he really did pay for this one this time, really). the elder male that he’s chatting to is somewhat of a ghost at the bakery, hidden out back but the true master of the baked goods inside. he might be bothering him, or he might be on his break; whatever reason it is, jun’s not sure, but it’s not like it’s a particular matter of care for him. it’s never really stopped him from trying to talk to someone before if he’s feeing bored, regardless of what the other person might be doing. the other could be fallen on the floor and need medical attention, and some sort of casual conversation would be started on jun’s part.

wild-flours is an oldie but a goodie of jun’s. he’d call it a ‘favourite’, but it was moreso a habit from nostalgia. he remembered clearly as a kid going there every once in a while with kyungri, when they could afford to, and she’d buy him whichever baked good he’d like. granted, the goods did taste damn fucking good, but it was also out of town for the younger male now. so then, why would jun make such a trip purposefully out here? 

did he really love the stuff that fucking much? he wasn’t really one to usually put that much effort in, but wild-flours -- with grudging admittance -- was a favourite of his.

and his frequent visits had gotten him acquainted with the staff over the years. he doesn’t really remember which year he’d managed to finally meet the baker always stuffed in the back, but he did, and he wasn’t that bad of a guy. ain’t too funny, but ain’t bland as a chalkboard either.

@mixscorpio

WILD-FLOURS BAKERY , 02:00:00PM    

        he enters the bakery quietly. there’s a small murmurs of chattering here and there from the few that have stayed to eat in. the smell of fresh baked goods filled the shop the moment he walked in. a small growl is heard to himself as he gets a whiff of the food the shop has to offer. nyx has a sweet tooth, and a desiring love for pocky and perro sticks. he’s sure that he could get that at his nearest convience store as a bakery such as this one would not provide it. 

since the shop was close by at the time he figured he was hungry enough to get himself something to eat, he entered without much of a second thought. incased in the glass were displays of the different desserts and breads the shop were selling. there were a few specials, but the danish that was showcased caught his attention before anything else. yes. that’s the one he wanted. 

his lips parts slightly as if he was about to speak, but there’s a pause before he can say anything as he looks at the chocolate covered stick that’s placed perfectly between the male’s lips. it catches his eye. the danish that he was so close to ordering had slip past his mind as quickly as it came. “ do you sell those here ? ” he ask in a curious tone. if he could take it - if wasn’t a word settled in his vocabulary. if nyx really wanted something he would go out and get it no matter the cost. no matter the consequences that came with it, and without thinking his hand moves up and out towards the stick from the male’s lips. 

what he wants is what he gets. whatever the price was he had no fears. 

honesty hour

tw: animal cruelty 

it takes a lot of commitment to work in a bakery. the hours are early, from what she’s heard. something about the bread needing ample time to rise before the first swathes of customers begin to stream through the door. this suits diana fine; it’s easy to break into the dog pound  — their budget is spread too thin, they’ve no cameras and the lock on their back door is rusted through — but she prefers doing it under the cover of the pre-dawn darkness nonetheless. she’s been a part of far bigger heists in both myeongcho and seoul, so it doesn’t take too much effort, but still. she’s jittery. probably because this entire situation is so—so weird. 

oh, well. she’s in too deep now. besides, how many humans has she killed? why should she care so much for an animal? 

yet. she chooses what looks to be the oldest one. 

to an external observer, she would appear nonchalant, a simple early-morning dog walker, bringing her pooch for a lap around the streets before she goes to work an early shift. she even comes across a few other dog walkers, and exchanges nods and smiles with them. she lingers outside of wild flours  — she doesn’t know where else to find him  — pretending to tie her shoelace, ignoring the affectionate licks of the dog, until he shows up. 

even now, she represses a shudder. there’s something about him...no. she doesn’t want to unpack this strange acquaintanceship, not right now, when it’s already too late for this dog. she might as well see it through. he’s unnerving, but even after everything she’s seen him do, she’s curious. just think of what he’s capable of, her mind tells her. you don’t want to find out. 

but here she is anyway.

“i brought you a present,” she says casually, twisting the leash around her hand. “a new toy.” 

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈:《 Not Accepting! 》

“My dream?” She had many different dreams before she came part of the MPD. She had been a different girl back then, less anger and way more peace within her mind and life.