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there was little reason to leave with the assemblage of gaudy mutants that inhabited a good two tables at the ever-busy restaurant—she had never been the time too into big gatherings composed mostly of absolute strangers, after all. so it is with a dismissive hand that she waves all invitations to shelve away the slumbering empathy beside her and join them for drinks off—leaving both her and the unconscious boy on their own.

and doe to busy herself with an engaging game of tetris on her phone to pass time.

though to taeyong’s own credit, despite being asleep throughout the entire dinner, the empathy awoke halfway through her second game.

“mm?”

doe offers only that in response between fiddling with her phone, tongue brushing over her lower lip absently as her gaze remain fixed on the screen. “how are you feeling now?” the question is laced with concern—however slim—though doe figures as a empath he’d likely already know such a thing. plus the fact that she was seldom the type to ask questions unless it’s actually an answer she wanted to hear.

“—i would like to say better than my numb shoulder, but you did get mauled by a yeti not a few days ago…”

the dry humor, however, is painstakingly obvious.

∗* overdraft —

it would be safe to say that he’s checked out. beyond the boundaries of his consciousness is where his thoughts run wild, only half-aware of his state; sitting in a restaurant with no small amount of people wandering around his unconscious form. his neck hurts, he realizes belatedly. the too-bright glow of a light on the other side of his eyelids brings even more discomfort—

a groan, fatigued and pained, slips out without his permission and slowly, lee taeyong is dragged back to the world that most others dwell ( though he could swear he heard footsteps in the depths of his dreams; dark eyes watching his lonely walk through a maze of cracked glass ).

"ugh…" his lips part, tongue flicking over the skin in a vain search for moisture. a throbbing ache dwells at the back of his throat, while his awareness of his surrounds grows. gradually, the gentle slope of a shoulder tucked beneath his head draws his thoughts. of course, a steady undercurrent of calm but no less wry tolerance is the next thing he registers.

systems back online.

"doe?"

perhaps it’s wishful thinking, but the signature is unmistakable ( or so his weary mind declares ).

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gmxsangster:

Sangster blinked a couple of times at her blatant rejection, unable to comprehend the lady’s rudeness. He did apologise. What was he supposed to do, grovel? He scowled at her back when she turned around and proceeded to the counter to hand over her order. She didn’t give him any money but it wasn’t like he expected her to, after that display of anger. Consider this a peace offering then, though he winced a little inwardly when he paid for it. Wasting money on coffee. What a day.  Grabbing two packets of sugar, Sangster carried the steaming cup over to where she was seated. He noticed belatedly that she had replied to his Japanese in English, which probably meant that she understood whatever he said formerly in English. Realisation dawned as the reason for her attitude became clear but he shrugged it off a moment later. She still didn’t need to be so uptight about it.  "Black coffee and two packets of sugar," Sangster announced, taking extra care to not slosh the coffee and present an even worse image of himself in her eyes. "I didn’t realise you spoke English so I’m sorry for what I said." Sangster should’ve stopped there, but he wasn’t one to think before he spoke. "But there wasn’t a need for you to be so peeved. One would think you have never fallen before!"

slender legs crossed over one another, the vexed mutant merely bides her time at the lone table, smoothing pads of her fingers over the tender skin of her wrist absently as her eyes fixate on the foreigner hovering near the counter, gaze calculating. she wasn't new to the concept of foreigners, especially in a place like shinkyo bay--where mutant life is bustling in each and every variety of the sort--but the vast difference in between how they treat one another is still glaringly obvious between cultural differences and scrutiny of skin. 

seulgi, however, hasn't met one as brazenly thick-skinned till now.

nevertheless, the shifter remained idle in her position till he returned, eyes lifting to meet dark brown orbs as he speaks--yet another long winded half-baked apology. "let's be clear here," she starts, leaning forward to reach for the cup and set it before her as her digits busy with ripping the packets. "i didn't fall--you tripped into me." the shifter offers an accusing finger toward his direction, the polish turning bright red for a moment

"but i accept your apology, i suppose." she hums, fingers carding through rich brown locks. "--which is a lot better than the first now that you know i understand english." seulgi adds on blandly, lips twitching slightly as she shifts in her seat. "mind getting me something to stir with?"

— » gold coins: bst & ksg

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"I can’t believe you lost him."

"i can’t—actually, i can believe you think he’s my responsibility.” 

a indignant roll of her eyes, head shaking slightly as her gaze settles on the impossible woman who had dumped a stuffed animal with her with nothing but a demand to look after it while she frolicked off to pester their vocalist in not too subtly flirtatious ways. as if seulgi really cared enough to.

no, she hadn’t even lifted a finger when a canine came by and sniffed it as if seeking a mate.

"i never agreed to anything, you know—but if you’re curious, the dog ran that way." 

the most she could bother to offer was a pointed finger in the right direction.

in which the woman should be glad she’s friends with her bandmates.

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"What’s a soulmate?"

"a fallacy." 

the response is nonchalant, at least, flipping idly from page to page as she leaned back against the park bench, taking a moment to consider it before adding on. "in most cases, at least." love, for instance, is a big one. but when was seulgi ever one to push her beliefs on another?

then again. 

when was it ever alright to ask strangers perched on a the same park bench such a vague question? though perhaps, he hadn't exactly been asking her her. but a general question in the mix -- nonetheless, as it proves far more entertaining than the magazine within her grasp, the shifter turns to face him, head inclined and expression borderlining judging.

"why?"

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— » gold coins: bst & ksg

gmxsangster:

"Well, I apologise for the impeccable balance that my parents have gifted me with," Sangster replied sarcastically as he heaved himself off the female stranger. It wasn’t like he tripped on table legs and crashed into random strangers for a living so from Sangster’s perspective, she shouldn’t be so miffed. Although he wasn’t the one with his back to the ground… A burst of laughter erupted from Sangster as his mind trailed to the gutter and he lapsed into a coughing fit in an attempt at disguise. The one time he could get a woman on her back was when he had fallen on her. Nice try, Sangster.

As penance for his thoughts and his earlier actions, Sangster extended a hand to the lady, arranging his features into a more sincere expression, intending to help her up. “This won’t happen again,” he promised, his eyes twinkling earnestly. “Now, would you like a cup of coffee?”

"i didn't ask for a half-baked apology, i asked for you to get off me." seulgi felt the need to clarify, the latter of her words sharp as the gaze she put upon the male standing before her and attempting to poorly disguise his laugh. a scoff. men. 

it certainly what she expected, once entering the coffee shop, but given her luck as of late seulgi supposes it didn't much stray from the norm.

regardless, the hand extended her way goes unattended, leaving the woman to stubbornly (easily) pull herself up onto her own two feet, all while fixating her eyes--dagger sharp--on the foreign boy's. though his offer had her reconsidering the plague of semi to furiously violent thoughts brewing within the depths of her mind, pausing for a moment before she holds up two fingers, lips twitching. "black, two sugars." her lips curve a bit more easily then--charmingly smug and impish in all ways that signifies kang seulgi--lowering her two fingers to make them "walk" as she inclines her head, gaze finally leaving his to gesture to the counter for a split second before she pivots on her heel to walk toward the tables without a word further.

might as well grab one.

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❝ You've got to be kidding me. ❞

"what?"

her voice is deceptively innocent--perfected with deceivingly convincing tones of surprise and the smallest lifts of playfulness--all of which given away by the mischievous glint in dancing hazel hues as the shifter leans forward, resting toned arms against the mid and high toms of their drummer's beloved set; the glossy lips twisting into an impish grin.

"i thought i'd play around for a bit since everyone's late." the bit of bite in her words is deliberately easy to catch, slender fingers twirling the drumstick in her grasp with practiced ease. "you're not going to get mad at me before i even get the chance to start with you, right?"

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SEND MY MUSE A SENTENCE

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"Get your ass in here now"

"What have I done now?"

"How old are you really?"

"I can’t believe you lied to me"

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"I can’t believe you lost him."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Please, don’t leave."

"I told you. I do give the best hugs."

"You so owe me."

"What’s a soulmate?"

"Would you kiss me in the rain?"

"Get off me."

"Leave me alone"

"What are you doing here?"

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♥   ♥   ♥

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gmxsonar:

samantha’s lips curved in gentle amusement. “why so skeptical? i’m sure a nice night is all it is,” she murmured, content to make quiet conversation some distance from the flames. her eyes flicked to seulgi’s in surprise at her words, her gaze sharpening in interest. “you were sleeping at this time? did you have a late night yesterday? i mean — you’re not…"  she trailed off and there was a pause, as she realized belatedly that she didn’t know the word diurnal in korean, and instead had to settle for, “you don’t usually sleep during the day, do you?”

turning to grab a s’more off one of the staff making rounds among the guests, samantha took a bite before admitting with a wry grin, “i missed dinner for the exact same reason you did — too busy snoring. i was honestly intending to go, but i must have missed my alarm. this is worth missing dinner for though…i haven’t had one in forever.” she held up the remains of her s’more with a pleased expression, before popping it into her mouth. “do you know many people here? i thought it’d be a good way to make new friends, but…” she broke off with a shrug, directing a grin at seulgi.

"well, as you know, the possibilities are endless on this island." she's content to leave it at that, if anything, eyes fixing on the flames crackling and licking the night air for a moment as her hand lifts to flick out the tip of a pink tongue over the bit of chocolate stained on her skin, humming only in acknowledge of the woman's words.

"i usually don't," seulgi starts, popping another piece of chocolate into her mouth as she allows the chocolate to melt on her tongue for a bit before speaking up again, "but i figure since i'm on vacation there's really no need to go out of my way to interact with people when my body was begging for a day of pampering--the bathtub in my cabin moonlights as a jacuzzi with water jets." her expression turns almost sheepish, a laugh slipping from her lips. "i may or may not have dozed off in there for a few hours before moving to the bed."

she chances temptation for once and joins samantha in plucking a s'more off the staff, tucking the half eaten bar of chocolate into her pocket as she takes a bite, lips twitching at the female's words. "well it's not as if we're not having one of those formal dinners every night." seulgi offers only that in comfort, laughing a bit as she glances down at the gooey treat in her hands, "same here. though i would say the norm here is generally roasted sweet potatoes." her stomach rumble a bit at the thought of potatoes, prompting the shifter to polish off the rest of her s'more to shut it up. "i know tina, but..." her eyes meet samantha's as she grins in return, "i'd say it's too late to go around trying to make friends tonight--which means you're stuck with me, superstar."

♎ edge of night.

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gmxtyche:

( ` nothing is better than to avoid the claustrophobic party room and coldness that surrounds beyond the lodge, so tyche opts to walk back and forth throughout the hallway—only a handful of people are there, and she feels at ease. however, she opposes the idea of numerous mistletoe hanging above her head. aside from that, she has a partner… sort of. none of that particularly concerns her because she’s not formally dressed today; wrapped up in a leather jacket is like sweet bliss—the mutant walks with no hesitation, humming some song nobody knows ( god, she wants to stand on a stage and perform again )—unexpectedly, a figure nearly crashes into her, but the obnoxious sound of bells atop of them indicates umbrage—oh, only umbrage. ) what the fuck—seulgi-ah?

( — ; at times, it is necessary to remind herself that the trip had been free--courtesy of a client who found new life under her training regime at the gym--otherwise seulgi would have been immensely irritated at the total waste of money it was for her to come and be forced into social obligations--which are basically holiday obligations, mind you--of meeting the lips of another under a goddamn mistletoe. annoying. though supposedly she should be more worried about the actual creeps who take time to wait and pounce on a girl at the first chance--maybe. seulgi doesn't get the chance to think further on the subject when another bumps into her, inwardly cringing at the ring of bells -- fuck. ) goddam--oh. oh! ( — ; if anything, the shifter couldn't look any more relieved, a pleased grin easily replacing the irritation contorting her features as her arms lift to straighten her band mate up, head tilting to the side slightly. ) finally, someone i wouldn't mind kissing for the sake of a fucking sprig. ( — ; her eyes roll anyhow; still finding the tradition ridiculous. )

⚜ unshaped hearts ( cupid ) ;

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gmxsonar:

given her nocturnal habits, samantha wasn’t at all surprised that she had somehow managed to miss the dinner at the lodge. nevertheless, she had at least made it in time for the campfire, which turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable experience despite the multitude of strangers around her. she soon had a s’more in hand, and it wasn’t long before she finally spotted a familiar face from the bar.

"hey, seulgi," she took it upon herself to approach the other girl, a slight smile on her face as she made her way around the outer edge of the circle of people, the firelight flickering in her peripheral vision. "it’s a nice night, isn’t it? how long have you been here?" it was fortunate for her that the current conversation didn’t call for any vocabulary beyond her limited means, and she didn’t have to concentrate too hard on the foreign language.

there was little whom she actually knew of at the campfire--although perhaps that was expected, given the fact seulgi changes her face like the weather whenever impulse strikes, maybe she has met them but not as herself, which makes it all the better as, if the metamorph were to be honest, there was zero to none interest to converse with anyone there save tina. at least, not yet.

of course, seulgi never expected miss samantha barks to be approaching her, sharp cheekbones and all the woman was entirely too hard to ignore, a smile twisting on her lips at the greeting. "hey superstar." she greets the woman with ease, taking up a teasing lilt with her words as she unwraps the bar of chocolate in her hands, breaking off a piece to pop in her mouth. "it is, though for all we know it could be fabricated. maybe the lodge owners paid a weather manipulator or something." seulgi snorts, tongue flicking against the back of her teeth absently, "i haven't been here long, i actually missed dinner because i was catching up on sleep so here i am trying to fill my stomach with chocolate." the shapeshifter grins, "how about you?"

♎ edge of night.

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it’s hard to breathe—the air is brittle, sharp, cold; every breath taken in like pins and needles inside of her throat—the shifter doesn’t begin to understand the reasons why but can only (belatedly, as she was gradually losing strength and ability to do anything about it) pinpoint the source of the issue to the burning sensation on her leg; a complete contrast to the cold sweat that coats her skin beneath a thick coat of rich fur.

nonetheless, seulgi tries her best to keep the form till the footsteps of the supposed male following behind fade away to a distance that is—honestly—beyond her realm of care to give, relaxing as much as her current condition would allow as her head moves to press the side of her face against the snow, panting a bit heavily.

now she just had to leave.

though admittedly, it was easier said than done.

even when still, her head is spinning, eyes fluttering furiously as she tries to get a better grip on reality—to gather enough strength to move before her grasp on consciousness slips from her completely. at the sound of another’s voice, however, the mutant struggling for a moment to lift her head to acknowledge the presence, barely being able to make out the vague image of another before her head drops against the snow with a soft thump; fur receding as her frame shrinks, the cracking and regrowing of bone automatically taking place once she loses consciousness—leaving a bare woman in place of a formerly large dog.

goddammit.

— » cupid shuffle: lty & ksg

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hi! just wanted to put it out there that i kind of created an npc mutant that emits a sort of residue/sludge that acts as a chemical agent and sinks into the skin and numbs, stings, burns, weakens, and knocks the person affected unconscious (leaves them waking up in a weird condition too--think of it as a sort of drug in a slime-based form etc)! and--well, i don't know where i'm going with this for sure... but if anyone wants to incorporate that into their holiday paras for a bit of spice in their eggnog times--please feel free! personally i feel like i'll be making up a lot of npcs mutants to put doe in interesting situations to roleplay out--so...yeah.

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song of the day: no one’s here to sleep - naughty boy (feat. bastille)

'every carpet every floor, everywhere I look I fall, climbing up the walls I’m climbing up the walls.

what goes on behind these doors I’ll keep mine and you keep yours, we all have our secrets, we all have our secrets.

behind every door is a fall, a fall, and no one’s here to sleep.

you were always faster than me, I’ll never catch up with you, with you, oh, I can feel them coming for me.’

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— » cupid shuffle: lty & ksg

it wasn't as if the metamorph detested people--or the holidays--but it was always with certain circumstances that the shifter wished everyone in the world would drop dead.

now, for instance, is a perfect example.

through perhaps a cruel twist of fate or the catching up of past karma to her being—she is of the unfortunate kind at the lodge to have encountered an inebriated male under the mistletoe; entirely too pushy, entirely unattractive. now, by normal means this is a problem easily solved by a swift kick to the temple, but seulgi knows better with the way the dermis of her forearm from the initial touch.

the sticky residue on her skin stings, it tingles, it cools and heats at the same time and seulgi knows—knows by the laughter that nips at her heels and the heavy steps from behind—that she’s screwed unless she gets the hell out of here. it is with that thought in mind that she makes way for the exit ahead, focusing past the distorting of her vision as her spine breaks, knees bending and jaw cracking into two—only to reform wider, fangs growing in as she makes way past the exit, dainty feet replaced by paws as what was a female instead turns into a fully grown husky; head drooping and teeth bared as pants escape the canine, taking slow steps to fold into a corner—willing herself to stay conscious till the male passed.

and then—her head shakes, growling lowly at the way her hind legs tremble as she lowers herself to press her snout to the snow, dry heaving against frost—god knows what then.

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in which seulgi's patience gets tested because three people are rudolphs getting lost in the woods like no one's business T: