#voidheartbeats

   Strobe lights stroke the lines of bodies as they shift, highlighting the sharp planes of cheekbones and the brightness of eyes. The group is in their element, bounding over the span of the stage to the cheers of their audience. It’s so easy, slipping into the chaos: Saeyoung becomes Seven onstage, part of the constellation that is his team.   The song shifts to something tastefully sultry. It’s pure instinct to slink to Vanitas, to shift into his rhythm as they’ve practiced a thousand times. Give the fans a hint of what they want, Saeyoung’s been told.    Certainly, feeding into the rumours of behind-the-scenes shenanigans with Vanitas is precisely what the fans desire.   If he’s being honest with himself– it’s not like Saeyoung’s opposed.   So he leans in, outstretched fingertips skimming Vanitas’ hip and venturing cheekily up his side. A twist of a dance; a roll of the hips; a shift closer. Their mouths brush– just the corners. Just a graze. Screams erupt from the fans, accompanied by the flash of cameras, and Saeyoung ensures to grin as he tugs at Vanitas’ hair and pulls away.   His body thrums for the remainder of the show.

   “I’m just saying,” Saeyoung huffs as he flops onto his back, “we’d all look really cute in cat ears!”    He’s grinning despite his exertion, sly as he lounges on the studio’s cool floor. It’s not a formal group dance practice; just a casual run-through of a few moves. Saeyoung has spent most of that time attempting to convince Vanitas to see things his way.    Cat ears. For their next music video. How Vani can’t see the genius is beyond him.    “C’mon, VanVan. Meow for me!”

LOOK, IT’S NOT MY FAULT THIS GAME CREATED THE PERFECT MAN

“Fuck man... uh? Maybe it’s like that margin of error shit. Like 5 seconds, give or take another 5 seconds? Maybe it’s some bullshit equation like Instant Death = (Dumb Thing + Circumstance)^GPA / Influence????”

{ thank u my precious <3333 like. idgaf if people don’t like it - it’s for my own sanity. i just didn’t wanna sound like an arse about it. :’D }

Terra is on his morning jog, not a lot of people in the park this early so it was good for the werewolf. It’s all going normally until he was nearly finished with his third lap of the concrete circle. He can hear the choking before he sees the person actually choking.  When blue eyes finally find the figure he looks close to blacking out, but familiar. He focuses on that last as he runs over, picking the dark haired man from behind to give him the Heimlich. It’s only a few carefully placed squeezes before the piece of bread comes loose and the air way clears. The brunet is much more gentle as he puts the other man back down, making sure he could regain his footing and everything before he lets go. “You alrig-” He pauses when he gets a good look at Vanitas face,”-t?”