#syxjiyong

[syxjaewon]

‘i challenge you’

@syxjiyong

it’s been hours since jaewon could see straight, he’s not sure what time it is or in which part of sirius he’s managed to fall into, which corner of this labyrinthine maze of a city he has gotten caught up into, the alleyways of this place like a spider’s web, and he’s never considered himself a fly, but then again, he’s never let himself become this undone before. and he blames kafka and neo entirely for it; one for the over-bounding stress, and the other for the offered relief in the form of drugs and alcohol. jaewon doesn’t usually allow himself these sorts of liberties, and there’s a reason why, a very good reason why; he’s a captain, he has to be on top of things, in charge, in control, ready at a moment’s notice for anything to go wrong. it’s his job but it’s also who he is.

but tonight he’s carelessly thrown such grievances to the winds apparently, he’s broken sacred oaths to himself, more than just one, and the confusion and frustration boiling in his system had to be reconciled-- it just had to. so here he is in the middle of a spill-out from a nearby club, the music and people flooding all around him, everything in a haze of noise and colors and nauseating spinning while he stands still amidst it all, his eyes shut, his hands on his temples, and for a moment he thinks he might vomit. this is the worst, he’s never doing this again.

when he opens his eyes though, he thinks he’s hallucinating. “jiyong?”

[syxnine-blog]

.rocket lantern

Perhaps it would be a weird sight to see a man digging the ground under a moonlit night. Yet, Nine was doing exactly that, exposing a shallowly buried box under the ground. Opening the box revealed a pair of rocket propelled grenades. 

They were part of an elaborate setup of weapons hidden close to the main streets of Sihnon, especially the main escape route from the festival back to the Serenity. After all, many forbade Nine from bringing much larger weapons, hence he left the ship earlier to hide them all. 

Nine had learned that the quicker his lantern rose, there was a much better chance of it coming true. Maybe some kind of spectral space god might read his wish first. While the flames within the lantern would prove a fuel efficient method of lift, it did little for speed.

Attaching the rpg onto the lantern should help compensate for speed, Nine surmised. He paused, a knee on the ground, just before removing one of the explosive weapon. “Should you not be enjoying the festival?” Nine tilted his head, blinking at the approaching female. 

@syxjiyong

[syxhenry]

'tell me one truth and one lie'

interview the muse

henry breathes out a small sigh before lifting his head to face jiyong. he blinks slowly, then manages to allow himself to offer her a smile. an actual smile, which hasn’t been present for many people so far, but somehow the sight of her - as well as the thing she’s asking of him - sparkle that little bit of lightness inside of his chest.

“you are absolutely beautiful, and i would definitely have sex with you given the opportunity,” he tells her easily. so easily that it is quite a far cry from the way he used to stutter and stumble over his own words when talking to her.

he doesn’t remember why anymore now. doesn’t remember what caused him to become so utterly disoriented and useless within her presence. doesn’t feel it anymore now either, considering the fact that he can even look her straight in the eye after saying something as to the point as the words that have just come from his lips.

“you did ask for the truth, so i will trust you won’t punch me in the face for what i’ve just said.” he sends her another little smile - almost a smirk, really - before turning his gaze away from jiyong’s and putting himself back into motion so he can leave her vicinity.

[neosy]

🎄

Send 🎄 for our characters under a mistletoe! – not accepting

   “Ah, Jiyong!” When Neo saw her he walked over quickly, not tipsy and not wasted but somewhere in between – true drunk, he supposed. He smiled at her, all teeth and squinted eyes as he pointed to the mistletoe over her head and planted a big kiss on her cheek, simple and sweet. “Jiyong, I’m so glad I found you! Do you remember when we were kids? My parents annual Christmas party?” He said immediately, as if he’d been thinking about it long before he saw her, an arm going over her shoulder. “You were so little, so small, and Joseph and I made you cry that one year because Joseph called you an insufferable know-it-all, do you remember?” He said, immediately rambling off to a story, laughing as he reminisced, something he hadn’t remembered or thought about until recently, until after they’d been reunited.

   “You were so upset and so much younger than us! Well, you’re still the same number of years younger than me but it’s different now, it doesn’t seem like such a big gap anymore..” He added, trailing off a moment before waving a hand, getting back to his story. “Anyways, we were afraid you were going to tell the adults and we were going to get in trouble so I looked at him in the eye and do you remember what I said?” He turned to her, not waiting for her to respond before continuing. 

   “I said, ‘Joseph, you need to let me kick you in balls so she’ll laugh, she won’t tell the adults.’” He shook his head, still amused at his own story. “And he let me do it! And it worked, you laughed but you called us idiots, which we were to be fair.” He finished, a light chuckle escaping. “You were always so smart, even then, and look at you now!” He didn’t finish saying what he meant by that, instead pulling her in for a quick hug. “It’s good to see you again, it reminds me of better times, like stealing the dessert while our parents got drunk together.” He sighed, looking at her again for a long moment as the idea of the progression settled. Her parents were dead, his father was in jail, his mother was missing, and technically, so were the both of them. Time hadn’t been good to them, but by some odd luck and twist of fate, they’d been brought back together.

   “I’m glad we get to spend another Christmas together.” He said finally, stepping back and turning away before looking at her over his shoulder. “Oh, wait! You can drink now too!” He added with conviction, clearly excited at the prospect. “Last time I saw you you weren’t allowed to drink! Do you want a drink? There’s plenty of drinks.”

[sysidereus]

Songbird 12

SongBird Meme_* no longer accepting!

Cemeteries of London- Coldplay

“ So we rode down to the river, where the toiling ghosts springFor their curses to be brokenWe’d go underneath the arches, where the witches are in there sayingThere are ghost towns in the ocean”

Au: Jiyong and Sid are siblings who like to play in cemeteries 

i.

“This place sucks!” 

A pebble is kicked harshly against the church’s wall scaring away the few birds nearby. Today the Kim family had officially moved into their new home which happened to be the very church Jiyong was so disappointed at. The twelve-year-old huffed, stomping in a comical way towards the damp stairs where she sat. Mother will surely scold her later for dirting the dress. 

Not far from her, her older brother lazily eyes the stone walls with disinterest. He had to agree with Jiyong, the place was truly boring. Tall stone cold walls with a simple roof tile and a small cross in the front to finalize. Even the windows were devoid of any ornaments or glass work, the church was either way too old or their previous owners were minimalistic boring people. Either way, their new abode did not look promising. 

Being the children of a pastor meant that they had lives a little different from everyone else. For starters, they were made to attend mass whether they liked it or not, they were also forced to be part of the catechism (which often resulted in Jiyong terrorizing the other children and Hyojong just laughing in the background watching the world burn). And last but not least, if their father was needed somewhere else, they were forced to move with him too. 

By now the children were completely used to this, having never known anything different. However, it was the first time they were in a place that was out of the city. The old village was what it was, old. Everything was old, from the houses to its citizens. There was hardly anything there but the church, one or two pubs, a small market-house and a postal office. If they wanted anything else, they’d have to go by car to go to the nearest city. This also meant that the children would be forced to rise earlier just to catch a bus for school. Which sucked.

The two siblings were pouting over their misfortune when suddenly a cat jumped to Jiyong’s lap. The young girl shrieked, obviously startled for she had no idea where the cat came from. Hyojong hurried, immediately grabbing the animal before it tried to scratch her. It was a small black cat, with big yellow eyes no collar around its neck so they had no idea who could be the owner. 

They both share a look before running into the church. 

“Mom!! Moooooom!!! Can we keep it!?”

ii.

It had been exactly a month since they arrived at the small village and they already had enemies. The kids at school just didn’t seem to warm up to them and constantly tried to pick on the new kids just for fun. Hyojong didn’t care much. As long as no one tried to get physical or insult his family, he could let it pass, often choosing to ignore the comments on his gloomy appearance. Jiyong however, was a totally different thing. The girl was unforgiving. Whoever as much tried to insult her or play a cruel prank on her, she’d always return it. One time she even went as far as to set the braids of a classmate on fire just because she had made fun of her dress. If Jiyoung could have a choice in the matter, she would never wear dresses. But her mother picked it out for her and no one insults mom’s taste.

At those times Hyojong would be watching from afar, laughing quietly at his younger sisters’ antics. Once the young girl had finished her business, Hyojong would go over to the victim and tell them not to tell the teacher or their parents unless they wanted to suffer something worse. Afterwards, he’d just go to wherever his sister went and called her to his side to know the details. 

She always told him everything with a glint in her eyes, like she was an old mercenary that was boasting her favorite kills. Hyojong would listen attentively, smiling proudly at the fact that his sister was such a fire-cracker. In truth, he wasn’t that worried about what the kids would do to Jiyong cause he knew she could stand up for herself. Even if much later she would ask for a hug and weep quietly in his arms over how cruel the children were. (When that happened, some kids suddenly appeared with new bruises the next morning.)

“We’re crueler.” It’s what he’d always say. And it was true. No one could match the siblings in payback. Whatever came at them they’d give double, it was always like that. 

Yet everything comes with a price, and theirs was the ultimate loneliness. No one wants to play with the enemy, much less if their enemy is ruthless. So often times they’d find themselves walking through the local graveyard, completely bored out of their minds. It was a strange place to be, but it was that or assisting their father with mass preparations and nobody got time for that. 

The cemetery actually wasn’t that bad. It was filled with all sorts of tombstones and weird plants they’d never seen before and they always got their fit of laughs making up stories for the deceased. But like everything in that village, it got old pretty fast. They were about to give up and return home when Jiyong noticed their cat was walking into a strange area. The creature still didn’t have a fixed name because they kept arguing on what to call him. (Jiyong didn’t care if Nox was the name of some god of the night, the cats’ name was Draco and that’s final!)

She tugged at her brother’s sleeve, calling his attention. “Let’s follow him.”

iii.

The cat had led them out of the cemetery and down to the river. The siblings had never been to these parts, as they were often advised to stay near the church grounds for safety. The trees were old and decaying, everything in that place screamed danger but it was beautiful to them.

They kept following the small creature until they reached an old stone bridge. The bridge looked sturdy even though it gave signs that it was a little more ancient than they expected it to be. Suddenly Hyojong realizes that their cat is missing. 

“Jiyong, did you see- Jiyong!?”

iv.

No one could have prepared the school for what was to come. Mysterious phenomenons started to happen. The children spoke of ghosts and monsters,  terrified to the bone of going to sleep. The teenagers were wary of the streets and of the whispers of what lurked in the shadows. No one felt truly safe. Well no one, except for the Kim siblings. They were currently having lunch alone at their table, completely immersed in some old heavy books that no one had a clue what they were about. 

“Let’s try this one tonight. It’s simple enough. We just need the goat blood to draw the circle.”

“And who’s gonna kill the goat? You?”

“Well do you have a better suggestion?”

“We could try asking for a dragon egg.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But Hyojooooooong~”

“No! And stop calling me that, we have new names for a reason.” 

The girl just rolls her eyes. “Forgive me, oh mighty Sidereus, the edge lord of the stars.”

“As if Daenerys, the queen of dragons isn’t edgy enough.” 

“Oh shut up. So how are we going to get the goat?”

[syphineas-blog]

Songbird 18, 10

NOT ACCEPTING ANYMOREAU: jiyong and xerxes never diverged away from their initial lifeplaying: perfectionist complex — yamikuro ft. megurine luka             Even if people sneer at me, even if I get hurt             I will simply laugh them off            “Unless I’m perfect, I cannot love myself”

i.posed stature, looking forward, elegant strides—perfect in form, just as his parents wanted him to be. he headed to the room that had bodyguards in front of it, who were scrutinizing him—trying to find a single sign of him that would make him an enemy. he’s not phased, he stood straight and curtly nodded at them both before he knocked the doors and waited for the ‘you may enter’ on the other side.

inside, he found the princess of the mansion. she was just as poised as he, but her status ranked higher, especially where he stood now. and he bowed to her, greeting her with the manners that was hammered into him by the family he loathed “good evening ms. jiyong, i am doctor jang hyunseung.”

more pleasantries was exchanged, short and the perfect amount. so dull, but he noticed how sharp her eyes were in contrast—taking in any information better than the guards. he found himself respecting her a little bit more at that, even if he was well aware of her skills already.

what a pity, though, because that unidentified disease of her’s was truly a hassle that might lead to the loss of someone with great potential.

ii.he frequently entered her bedroom to check up on her, solve whatever mystery that disease was. he was to prioritize her due to what she was, and he did. he would search anything for the sake of being able to heal the woman to heighten his reputation. to be more of the perfect doctor that his parents forged him to be.

the lady has much too keen eyes, and even if she’s lived a regal life—she’s not so spoiled. and that’s what made her dangerous. but he was not that scared, no, he could not be. and she’s aware of that too. he did not like dwelling into it, though. 

so he continued to ask the required questions, tried to cure her illness, and there’s more motivation put into this than with any other patient he had. it’s because he wanted to be perfect, he thought to himself. nothing else.

for anything else would have shown him how imperfect he was.

iii.it’s another night in persephone and this time he’s in his own room. the silence slowly choked him, thoughts of despair gnawed at him, and this isolation of his could almost give him hypothermia. and when he tried to latch onto something good in his mind, it would bring him to moments that he did not wish to remember.

because they weren’t ideal or flawless, they were everything his family was against. 

but they were also the times he found himself smiling so genuinely. and he could recall how they first approached each other. when his face was streaked down with tears and she watched from the shadows, when she became aware of the mold he was trying so hard to fit in, when during their childhood they would smile because they had a bond.

it was also not the perfection his parents wanted him to be. and she may not be some pauper, but forging connections as such made him ‘weak’ in their eyes. and the only way they accepted their bond is if it was purely business. although, he felt they feared more of how unbearably powerful her family was and what they could do to take him away from the ideal son they had obsessed over so much.

in all honesty, he no longer knew how their mind worked. even so, he’s scared to defy—a fear which had been implanted into him since a young age. so, he tried to distance himself from her. yet, the past was still something which happened between them. which was why he could see her eyes still softening ( even if it’s so slight ) around him, the pleasantries which he tried to fool himself was clipped had included more than just the right amount, and that he wanted to heal her because he did care for her so, so greatly.

she’s not an opportunity to him, she’s someone precious.

if only he was allowed to have such an imperfect thing such as the heart.

iv.she looked much too sickly, but the determination is still there. her will was so powerful, that he found himself rather envious but he’s much too tired to care about those emotions for now.

“hyunseung,” she suddenly began, causing him to pause from preparing the beginning of the examination “it’s okay.”

he didn’t know wha she meant by that, because it could be that she’s telling him to stop these medical examinations, or it could be another meaning he’s aware of. either way, his sight is getting blurrier and he refused to let tears spill.

“it’s okay.” she repeated, locking gazes with him but looking much more gentle. and he would like to think that there’s just a new weather phenomenon wherein the rain was present indoors. but it’s not, and he’s just feeling so gorram much. the imperfection tore away his mold and he wanted to hate her because it’s so painful.

he couldn’t. and they both knew that. so he cried, as she reached a hand out to hold his. and there’s no need to say anything anymore. all that mattered was that right then, and there, they’re flawed and weaker than they wished to be. 

it’s okay, though.

“it’s okay.”

v.the death’s inevitable, and he would watch the two monsters for his parents sneer at him in disdain. their words went in from one ear and out to the other for he was tired of it all. and he knew that this no longer was where he had to be.

no, it most definitely was not. in fact, he’ll just run away today. he’ll go far and away—of his own volition and without the care to be perfect.

because it’s okay, and that’s what she had imparted to him—her last bits of will as the dragon breathed the fire of life and melted his chains to free him.

AU: the au above but with a more devastated xerxesplaying: utopiosphere — mili             The world undergoes Photosynthesia             Transform endless anger to Ecstasia             Connect your nerves            To the system of Philosophiofantasia

dazed eyes looked up at the empty ceiling, world spinning around much too quickly, the drumming of his heartbeat sounded much too mocking, and there’s so much chaos—

“it’s okay.” he heard her whispers, and her voice sounded so melodious and his eyes would spot her behind him—so strong, so determined, so healthy. and he indulged in the sight, hands reaching out to her hands so he could feel warmth that’ll cure the disorientation that was his mind—

his hands goes through, almost like swatting away an image rather than holding onto it. his throat constricted, toppling back as he became stunned by the sight, and again his surroundings became mayhem and he’s shutting his ears and closing his eyes to ward it all away. once he did, though, her voice became louder and the vision of her is much too mighty like the her that was alive.

he wanted it. he wanted this fantasy wherein they were imperfect souls that had much less to worry about and friends even when wrinkles donned their skins. it’s comforting, this utopia created by his mind. and he just wanted to let it rewind, constantly repeat it, drown in the lies that felt so good. 

it’s wrecking him, and the misery returns at the end ( or was it the beginning? he could not tell anymore ) of the cycle. but he does not know what to do, he does not know how to rid off these thoughts that viciously deteriorates his brain as if it was acid. sleeping would bring back the delusions that he knew were so fake, and reality would eat him up alive with it’s painful attacks.

but even in the pandemonium that was himself, he found himself with the idea of bringing fantasy into reality, to converge it together and release the shards of darkness in him by plucking it out and putting it into another medium. he replaced it with words, thoughts flowing out and changing into inked letters as it overflowed like water breaking through a dam. 

he did not know when he stopped, the paper may be filled to the brim, tables marked with black, and  his hand’s still writing even as the ink ran out and he scratched the words on whatever he could. he’s not making sense anymore—but he breathes more easily, eyes less clouded, and the silence much less violent.

he stared down at the mess, and he could only be glad that he was back in his own space than in a hotel room for the payment would be too much. he’s now at ease, that’s all that mattered.

he would have said that ‘it’s okay’  but he worried he’d fall into the abyss again. at least—not until he managed to release all these emotions.

[sysullivan]

Possession is 9/10 of the Law

@syxjiyong

Sullivan lingered nearby as a surprising amount of crew members readied themselves for the trip aboard the abandoned vessel. He scowled as he watched all of them milling about, putting them, rather easily I might add, into a queue based on who he’d miss the least should anything go awry on the excursion. Many of them were required to go per the Captain’s order, but he was sure most of those would’ve volunteered anyway.

Someone who he thought would’ve been raring to get over there and have a look around didn’t appear very enthused at all. Sullivan narrowed his eyes, watching Jiyong closely as she readied herself. He took a few steps closer, prized walky-talky cradled between thin arms crossed over his chest. His anxiety about the whole ordeal was probably playing tricks on him, but if he wasn’t completely out of his mind, he would’ve guessed Jiyong seemed almost nervous.

Despite knowing her for almost two years now, Sullivan still wasn’t sure how he felt about her. She was a damned thief for one, but there were times when he was almost certain he might like her...if she didn’t give him a reason to strongly dislike her so regularly. Reminded of this, he huffed, a wicked smirk twisting kittenish lips.

“Worried we might leave without you, Jiyongie? Wouldn’t that be a shame.”

[syjunseo-blog]

chicken soup.

( @syxjiyong​​ )

     his days tended to be very different from one another, one day he was bored out of his mind, doing nothing at all the whole day, while the other day was filled with trying to convince a stubborn person to let junseo take care of them. the latter happened a lot more than he liked, there were so many obstinate people who all tried to run away from him when he tried to help them. it sometimes made him want to tear his own hair out in frustration, and it was even worse when it was a close friend. trust and care came easily with junseo, and seeing a good friend hiding something from him, something that he could help easily, worried him so much, and even hurt him to some point. the helplessness that came with it was hard to bear, and it was a situation just like that with jiyong.

     she had been coughing the past few days, the kind of coughs that were not simply about clearing her throat, but the wet, worrying kind that made him want to do something. his previous attempts were met with resistance, and junseo had initially decided to give her the benefit of doubt. he knew they had been much closer than the first time he ( somewhat forcefully ) cleaned and dressed her wounds. he knew they had passed that stage a long time ago, became good friends — and the foolishly optimistic junseo had thought there was no reason for jiyong to hide the fact that she didn't feel well.

     fast-forward a few days, she is looking a lot worse, her healthy skin turned into a sickly pallor, every sign of illness so obvious that junseo mentally kicks himself for not doing anything sooner. so, this time, there is no way he is going to believe that she is feeling well — it is so clearly a lie that he makes his way towards her with quick steps, concern apparent on his face as he puts a hand on her shoulder and another one on her forehead. a few tsks leave his mouth when he feels the unusual warmth radiating off her skin — "how long have you been feeling unwell, jiyong ?" he has to ask before he forces her to the medbay. "i can't believe you kept it from me — you have a high fever, please let me take care of you —"

[syharper]

come on and raise your glass

@syxjiyong

the bottle gets tilted over another glass, sounds of liquid pouring down are the only thing breaking the silence, until the bottle gets tilted back into an upright position and harper calmly nudges the glass over to the side of her. the only thing used to communicate to the blonde woman standing a little end away that the glass is for her to use is a short sharing of eye contact.

harper has been there in the cargo bay for a while now, drinking to her heart’s content. which admittedly isn’t that much when she’s alone, but still. there’s a bottle of some of boros’ finest liquor (some shitty brew that only doesn’t taste like pee if you focus hard enough on thinking about actual booze) already empty on the floor next to her. the one she has been pouring now is of a much better quality, luckily.

it’s become quite a habit, to just drink in those quite moments in the dark when there is either no one around or most of the souls on a ship are asleep. a habit that even aboard a warm and joy-filled spacecraft like serenity, she simply can’t seem to shake. but then there are so many other things she can’t seem to shake either. memories and ghosts mostly, that only relent a little whenever she pours a drink down her throat.

so even if it’s only for temporary relief, she doesn’t think she wants to stop.

“you a passenger here?” she eventually breaks the silence, not having recognised the girl so far. perhaps she’s mistaken and it’s another crew member, but it’s not like jaewon is the type of man to go introducing his crew to one another. not that harper would have shown to the occasion if he had been either, though.

[syxjaewon]

▲ what do you really have underneath your coat?

for a straight tensed minute, he has no idea what she’s even asking, what she means by this, how he’s supposed to take it. the question implies that he’s hiding something, that he’s been covering himself mysteriously, or covering something else that he’s embarrassed or protective over, and he frowns a bit, blinking at her. not angry or disturbed, just mildly surprised and confused– has she never seen him coming and going from the showers? has she never seen him working on serenity when they park for long, extended periods of time, every once in a while shedding the coat to help piece his boat back together? has she never seen him planetside on valluria?

after another beat, he stands up to his full height, all 179 centimeters of him, a mountain, a tower, a lighthouse, and removes the long coat, slipping it off broad, muscular shoulders and into his hand. he is what he is; sand-colored and scarred, big black combat boots heavier than god’s own footprint, black pants, one leather belt laden with two guns and four knives, another around his midriff with crisscrossed knives against his back. the tattoos wind along the parts of his arms that are visible, from the sleeves of his white shirt on down, with scratches, nastily healed tears, bullet wounds, and burn scars, too many to count.

he doesn’t stop there though– still not entirely sure why she would wonder about this, but willing to burn this candle down to quick as long as it doesn’t ever come up again. tossing his coat in her direction for her to catch it, he unlocks his top belt only, unlatching and loosening, dropping it, and then hooking a thumb in the hem of his plain shirt to drag it up over his head, off him.

he is a tapestry of everything he’s lived through, long slices across his skin, deep, old wounds embedded in his torso, over his abs, along the lines and plains of him, marring almost all 179 centimeters. healed gashes on his hip, whip marks on his back, stab lesions on his diaphragm, enough bullet wounds to make a person wonder how he could have survived as long as he has. the square of his chest is cratered, his collarbone imprinted with slave numbers, a lightning bolt on his ribs, the tendrils of a sea monster over his lungs, the heat of a thousand suns in his eyes.

his body is embellished with seven tattoos and 26 years of damage, each trauma earned and screaming of survival, of a life lived on every edge of the galaxy.

“how’s this, jiyong? enough, or you want to see more?”

[syxnine-blog]

Of Calm & Storm | Nine + Jiyong

The armory, a place on ships that Nine spent the most time in. Stepping in, the familiar scent of gunpowder, cleaning liquid and lubricants enter his nose. His eyes closed, if someone had walked in, they would have seen the corners of his lips lifting up.

His eyes opened, his stoic demeanor returning, he step further in. Lifting a gun out from the rack, he brushed it tenderly with his hand, lifting it to his ear. He cocked the weapon one handed a few times, listening.

“You’ve been treated poorly.” Nine mumbled, caressing the gun and setting it down on the table. Seconds later, it was stripped into each individual component, and Nine begun the maintenance of the firearm.

The door opened, revealing the person who had first inviting him to the armory.

“I apologise.” Nine spoke, glancing up to look at her before going back to the weapon. “I was early and decided to be productive.”

@syxjiyong

[syxhenry]

when you’re around, i lose all functions

        now if you’re never gonna move, oh my love ��                                                you’ll make me come to you               but i’m still dancing on my own                                    although i’m coming close to you, oh my love  i’ll keep the dance floor warm                      but i’m still dancing on my own                                     still dancing on my own

jessie ware - if you’re never gonna move

[sysidereus]

Lights Out ||:.

@syxjiyong

Being abandoned mid-mission hadn’t exactly been on Sidereus plans. All it took was a moment away from the steward for the man to be snatched into the dancefloor and out of his sight. Although he had never particularly cared for Neo before, the sudden kidnap of his partner didn’t earn him any favors. Sidereus could only stare and try to keep his contempt from showing, after all, he was just a bodyguard.

Downing the very drink he was asked to get, Sid walks out figuring that it’s better he keeps doing his job than just standing there watching some pointless dance. He wasn’t sure when he reached the gambling room but it was the perfect place to start. Everyone in there seemed to be talking in secrets, be it by the sly looks at the games or the loud laughs from the people at the bar, everyone was immersed in themselves. Perfect targets. 

It almost like they make it easy. If there’s something certain in the verse it’s that rich people love to show how rich they are. All those rings that are far too heavy on the fingers, the earrings dangling to the slightest tilt, the brooches glistening under the light, all of it unnecessarily flaunted in everyone's faces. All he had to do was reach. Well, reach and not get caught during it. Fortunately, either luck or skill were on his side that night and his suit pockets were starting to swell with treasure. He knew he needed to be careful, there was only so much he could carry around without people getting suspicious but there was still so much to take. 

He knew he would need someplace to store all the wealth before anyone took notice of its absence. Looking around, his eyes find a familiar face amongst all the commotion. Jiyong was there, playing roulette, looking like she’d always belonged there. Sidereus wished he could say it was just the dress, but the woman had a certain way to carry herself that just fitted. It was such a contrast from his own self that he couldn’t help but pause and admire the wild dragon at work. He had spoken to her a few times before, despite damaging lungs, smoking is an activity that bonds people. Their exchanges over a cigarette might not have made them best mates but it had made him appreciate her. She was rough, all her motions and words made it clear there was little he could do if he ever crossed her. But her eyes on those days where all you need is some peace and a smoke spoke of a sadness he was far too familiar. He never prodded, whatever made those eyes somber was not for him to know. But he could guess where it came from, for he shared the same look.

Approaching her carefully so it wouldn’t disturb the play, he waits for her to finish her turn before touching her arm lightly.

“Madam, I’m sorry to interrupt your affairs but there’s someone who wishes to have a word with you.” He tried his best to sound as professional as possible, gazing at her so she’d understand he needed her. 

[syphineas-blog]

blossom.  }

when they had landed on angel/zephyr, he had already knew where he wanted to go. when he had been in aves, he had found many spots that would contain many brawls or at least one that was about to happen. and within this planet, there was definitely a bar that fir that description.

yes, there was a mercenary watching over him and following him—but he didn’t care. he was just itching for a fight, for a chance to punch someone in the face and maybe even pull some underhanded tricks. it’s been long since he had done so, so he couldn’t help but quicken his steps. no matter if someone was looking after him, he will get a moment where he could just beat people up.

sooner or later, he reached his destination and could already hear the screams and rowdiness of a bar fight. ah, it was like music to his ears. a grin graced his face, eyes lighting up in excitement as he kicked down the door that had been holding up until it broke from his attack. he ducked as an empty glass sailed over his head and he rushed into the fray.

eyes gleamed brightly, adrenaline rushing into his veins, and his grin turned feral. he may have begun as a medic, but this—where all that he had to do was smash someone in the face with a kick or the sort—was somewhere he belonged. it’s so unruly, so wild, so chaotic—and that’s exactly what he could call his peace.

@syxjiyong

[syxhenry]

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when jiyong boarded the ship, henry’s common sense stayed behind on the planet they picked her up from.

there’s no better explanation for it than that.

her presence always renders him speechless, and he’s never figured out why. just something about the way she presents herself, so confident, beautiful and lethal kind of sets his mind scurrying for any word to say. near her he seems to be in a continued state of panic.

but not really near her, just whenever her attention is directed on him. because he tends to be perfectly able to function even with jiyong in the room, as long as her attention is on someone else. or at least as long as his attention is on someone else.

he doesn’t know what it is, the way his limbs decide to become graceless and his brains decide to stop working. he doesn’t know why his entire body decides to take a time out whenever she comes close enough for him to almost smell her.

heck, if he knew he’d probably do his best to engineer himself a piece of machinery that would protect him from such influences. it’s not like he wants to look like a complete and utter fool in front of her.

still, he’s pretty sure that’s exactly what she sees him as.

especially after that last encounter.

[sysidereus]

🍸+ do you like me, sid?

Send  🍸 for a drunk answer_Still Accepting!

“I guess I do”

There was no way around the bush when it comes to Jiyong. He didn’t think the other would appreciate vagueness, he certainly didn’t. 

“We think alike, most of the times. I like that.” It was like seeing his own ideas in motion, what Sid often thought of doing, Jiyong had done it, in style. She was all Sid hoped to be. Strong, feared and determined. She was a force to be reckoned with and he was lucky to have her by his side, even if it was just until she got bored of him. 

Maybe he was feeling brave, maybe it was just the alcohol that had made him an idiot but he still leans over, pulling the mercenary into a hug. It was awkward, and unusual for the both of them, but he still wanted to do it. Sid really appreciated Jiyong and her kindness for taking him under her wing. Hopefully, the gesture would convey the feeling.