Narcissus

The scene is almost too good to not watch unravel. Sometimes Lux could be a little too nosey for her own good, shamelessly ready to watch any sort of drama that came her way. As long as it wasn’t her own shit coming back to bite her it was pretty entertaining to watch. “They got you good.” Realizing that this maybe wasn’t the time, she suppresses her smile and tries a more sympathetic approach and hands the other her napkin. “I mean, are you really okay? If I was you I would’ve totally freaked out.” Then again Lux could have a flair for the dramatic even when the situation didn’t call for it. Hell, she was the type to throw the drink at someone not the other way around. “I hear white wine helps with stains. I guess they cancel each other out or something.”

of COURSE it would be in her section of the restaraunt, the scene of the night —- at cygnus, however, ‘scenes’ were not usually this extreme. though calista had come over and attempted to calm the woman down, they may as well have been INVISIBLE to her.  SPLASH went the wine —-  and out stormed the woman.   and it had come out of NOWHERE -— the table seemed perfectly normal.  and now, as one would expect, everyone in the building seemed mildly shocked, and so she put on her waitress expression and re-approached the table where the wine-splashed man sat.  speaking softly, as to not draw MORE attention to the man; “i don’t mean to be rude… but i don’t think you’re fine, sir,” she set down another clean linen napkin and a class of water, picking up the wine glass and clearing away the splattered plates and other things on the table; “would i be right in assuming the lady will not be returning? — … i only ask because she ordered the soufflé and i’d like to let the kitchen know,” she added quickly, as to not seem nosy.   carrying the plates on one arm, she straightened;  “can i get you anything?  i’d be happy to ask one of our male waiters to put some warm, damp cloths in the bathroom so you can refresh yourself…”  calista assumed that he wouldn’t want to linger on with a wine stained shirt and eyes flicking at him in morbid bystander curiosity.

he didn’t want to go home right now, he needed someone. needed a friend and not a client for once. there was only one person he could count on like that. so he made his way to charming’s home, texting her that he needed her right now. and when he made his way to her door, forehead slumped against it and knocking slowly. the moment he entered her home, he instantly walked over to the couch and slumped down, a heavy sigh leaving him. “you ever just have the worst days?”

eyebrows  raising,  he  nodded  quickly  —  hoping  he  hadn’t  taking  a  drink,  “yeah,  it  does…  you  sure  did  you  have  any?”  his  brows  creased  as  he  took  the  drink  and  handed  over  the  other  one,  “i  don’t  know  what’s  in  this  one,  but  i  you  have  an  allergy  you’d  probably  be  best  checking…  though  i  will  say  this  one  definitely  smells  like  it  has  apple  in  it.”

OPEN.

you never know with new clients. how they will be. and he certainty didn’t think this would happen. yet he stayed calm as the client raved and screamed. he didn’t do anything wrong, he acted like the perfect gentleman, like the perfect boyfriend to their needs. perhaps this was what they needed. to ‘breakup’ in a public space but in the most annoying way possible. most people would get angry as the wine was thrown into their face. but he let the red liquid drip down his sharp features and stain his white dress shirt. looks like he’ll need to go shopping again. when the person left, he made a mental note to never take them on as a client again before taking the napkin slowly and wiping his face. hearing footsteps and feeling wandering eyes, a heavy sigh left him. “i’m fine.”

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 ››  𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟼:𝟹𝟶𝚙𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎

“oh GOD-DAMMNIT,” nim huffs, withdrawing from her car in the parking spaces for the residents, “you’d got to be kidding me!”  she’s spent the last ten minutes scouring her car for her house keys but has come to terms with the fact that she has DEFINITELY left them at the salon.   already having a fairly average day, she slams the car door shut and sags against it, pinching the bridge of her nose as she takes a deep breath, “—this will cost a fortune, damn it,” she pulls out her phone and scrolls for the emergency locksmith number.

he’d never fully taken a nice stroll like this. spending his day off just enjoying nature was a good thing. he’d lost touch lately. especially with the ocean. he could stare into the waves for hours, as if searching for something. so he decided to move away from the ocean for today. best not to get a darker tan for now by being on the beach. maybe next week. as he was walking past the white poplar village, he heard a familiar voice. glancing over, he saw her. a regular client. he stopped, looking down as he contemplated. would it be weird? but she seemed distressed. a heavy sigh and he made his way over. “nim.... are you alright?”

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗  ››  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛

mahalia’s face was the picture of delight, watching one of the rescue dogs dart around with FAR MORE agility than she thought a three-legged pup could manage —- she was refilling the bowls of water, and the dogs kept trying to bite at the water… so she turned the hose towards the sky and pressed her thumb over the opening; the pressure and the way she angled her thumb cause the water to SPRAY up into the air and come down in a mixture of droplets and refreshing mist —- on both mahalia and the five dogs that were out in the large yard.  having too much fun with them; giggling and laughing, she didn’t even notice someone joining her in the shelter’s yard and continued spraying water up into the air and the sunny, sunny atmosphere… most likely misting the other person without realising it.       at least until the dogs noticed the other and rushed to smell and beg for scratches and attention and THEN her ears registered the different sounds, the footsteps over the sound of water rushing and dogs barking and playing; “oh my GOD —- i’m sorry, i didn’t think anyone was around… did i get you?” mahalia’s hair was ever so slightly dampened, with little droplets of water beading on her skin as she made to turn the water off.

for the longest time, he had been thinking about getting a companion. whether it be in some form or the other. a dog was more preferable. a human.. well-- most his relationships didn’t work due to his work. he wandered into the shelter, immediately falling in love with a three legged pup. but then he remembered, he might not have time for a dog so unique. he was slightly startled by the gentle mist that fell into his raven hair, forming droplets and shining with the light. not like he needed to be anymore beautiful. “ah.” a soft exclaim as a hand came up to cover his face. with the water off, he finally looked at her as she spoke. a ping of something familiar went through him. as if he’d known her... but this was the first time meeting her. “yes.” was all he could muster before his attention was brought back to the three legged pup.

Nim: Evening, are you available tomorrow night? Sometime around 9pm, it's Nim x

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their  head  tilted  upwards  in  her  reclined  position  to  be  able  to  see  joo  won  clearly.  “  we  do,  and  that  depends  !  what  kind  of  music  do  you  like  ?  we  have  a  pretty  large  selection.  ”  there  would  be  even  more  once  melanie  got  up  and  started  putting  them  out  instead  of  lounging  about,  but  she  wasn’t  in  any  true  hurry.  she  tapped  the  next  song  before  she  sat  up,  arranging  herself  so  that  her  legs  were  hanging  off  of  the  table  which  she  began  to  kick  back  and  forth.  “  do  you  like  the  classics  ?  old  70′s  and 80′s  ?  that’s  most  of  what  we  have,  but  we  also  have  some  more  modern  music  too  since  people  are  getting  back  into  vinyl.  ”

melanie  had  always  been  the  voice  that  people  heard  humming  in  the  background,  the  sweet  voice  that  often  greeted  them  when  they  pushed  open  the  door.  this  day  was  no  different  with  them  singing  along  to  the  music  traveling  over  the  speakers  as  they  rested  on  their  back  on  top  of  one  of  the  tables  that  they  were  supposed to  be  filling  with  new  records  that  had  just  been  shipped  in.  “  let’s  see,  ”  she  hummed,  flicking  through  their  phone  for  the  next  song  to  come  through  the  speakers  and  almost  missing  the  tinkling  of  the  bell  above  the  door.  “  i’ll  be  with  you  in  a  second  !  ”

𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳  /  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯  𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘦

he was more of a classical music person but he was recently given a ‘vintage’ vinyl player. not really vintage, just one that was recently made for those nostalgia  wanters. he didn’t mind. he’d always wanted one. wandering into the golden lyre, a small hum came from him as he walked over to what seemed like the worker. “hello. do you have vinyl records? and what would you recommend?”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — 📍 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑

yadriel  has  already  sat  down  on  one  of  the  chairs,  half  in  an  half  out  of  the  shade  though  his  skin  remains  ever  so  slightly  cool,  always.    it’s  kind  of  crowded,  but  expected  on  a  bright  and  sunny  and  clear-skied  day…  the  person  who  took  their  drink  at  the  same  time  he  did  happens  to  sit  the  table  over,  and  when  he  takes  a  sip  —  expecting  strawberries  and  mango  and  sorbet  —  his  eyebrows  go  up  and  he  shakes  his  head.        "uh,  yo  —-    i  think  we  got  ours  mixed  up,“  he  leans  over  towards  them  as  he  speaks,  "don’t  suppose  yours  is  like  a  strawberry-pinkish  colour?  —  because  this  one  isn’t  mine.  for  sure.”

he wanted to spend his off call day enjoying the island.  he hadn’t done that in awhile and he really should take more days off more often. he was his own boss after all. ambrosia juice was one of his favorite places. grabbing the cup when they called his name, luckily he hadn’t taken a sip of it, smelling a familiar smell. “uhh.” he heard the other speak and he quickly looked to them. “yours wouldn’t happen to have mango in it?” he was highly allergic to mango. he pushed it over to him. “i haven’t taken a sip. Umm... i’m actually highly allergic to mango.”

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the baddest bitch of all?

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and the demi-god narcissus is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of lee soo hyuk, a human born on june 10th , 1993, a gemini and named joo-won pak.