#p:thoughts

Replying to @mp-callum from here:

Oh, she knew that she was doing something bad! The moment that she’d seen Callum’s diary on the floor - fallen open - the proper thing to do would’ve been to close and return it right away. But she was so curious and had never thought he’d be the type to keep a diary. She only read a little bit of it though - the moment she’d gotten to her name (her name!) he had found her.

“I’m sorry!” she apologized right away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “I-I should’ve put it away, but I got so curious. I promise, I didn’t read it - well, I did, but only a little bit. And I stopped as soon as I saw my name.” Her eyes were on the ground, fingers toying with each other as though scared she was in trouble.

Minseok thought that the date had gone pretty well. They had bonded and he felt that they came out of the whole thing as better friends. 

@mp-yuta:

The natural snow-white hair, dark rooted demigod pursed his lips as he heard the other’s statement. Yuta hasn’t exactly been in a situation before where knowing someone made such an impact on him. He’s had important people in his life sure but he’s always had them buy his side.

“Is there..? I wouldn’t know..but maybe that could be something I learn while him here? We never really stop learning no matter how old we grow do we?” he smiles softly turning to look at the other.

With his chin rested against his palm, Kairo’s gaze seemed to flicker towards the ceiling for a moment - considering the demigod’s words. It seemed strange that this boy seemed to have no one he considered impactful - mortal lives were so fleeting that Kairo often assumed people would rush into relationships with the emotional strength of a steam train. Yuta was young though, so perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised.

Akira cracked his knuckles and shook his hands out, not feeling even a touch of anxiety at what was yet to come. Getting into his head damaged his performance, so he didn’t dare think about the smell of blood and sweat that was about to surround him. He focused his energy on the moon, so close yet so far. It felt like it lingered around him, giving him strength.

When the first punch was thrown, spectators swore they saw it hit, but Akira didn’t even flinch. The next punches were thrown and Akira reveled in it, his challenger easily becoming bloody and bruised. He knew the feel of adrenaline like it was a familiar friend, and it was running through his veins well past the last punch. He won, he got paid, and that night, he got a tattoo.

He didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to forget. He hated himself. Not just for what he had done, but because he still remembered it so vividly. He could swear the scent was hitting his nostrils and the energy was rushing through him. He still wanted to fight, to win, to become stronger. The same sadistic monster that lingered in his brain in those days never left. 

However, when his name was called and he was being asked if he was alright, his mind came back and he felt drained once more. He wondered how long he had been staring, dazed, lost in his own memories. As he rolled his shoulders back and stretched out, the sound of the tattoo machine from that night still felt like it was buzzing in his ears. With a smile, the monster crawled back into its cave to hide. It would be back like always, but Akira knew that fearing it would do him no good. It was a part of him now.