[ GAZE ] Levi & Yon

[ GAZE ] levi & yon

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

taking a liking to the compelling aura of nightlife in seoul, the pair had made it regular to lose themselves as a duo within the neon swaying crowds of euphoric individuals much like themselves, seeking that undeniable buzz that showed through sweaty palms, lustful touches from a stranger and strains that drowned out any fucked up thoughts they had. even if it was just for a moment.

the separation happened a little after the two had decided to room together : well, levi getting kicked out of his adobe and deciding with little to no discussion he would be “crashing” on her sofa. which, as hard as the two clawed their way into standing firm with that decision - they’d both end up tangled together in her sheets. yon had grown fond of levi, so much so “comfort boy” became a common love tag she’d bandage him with, a rare feat when it comes to the dames. perfect sounding trope if the ugly was shadowed and locked away and in real life, it isn’t.

they’re almost yelling. yon especially. little frustrations building up. he’s in HER space. he’s a huge part of HER life. she cares. she can’t do that? can she? is this a panic attack? his voice feels distant, almost inaudible. she’s drowning in that muffled intensity, allowing it to wash over her as hands sat on both sides of her head, her nails clawing in at her ebony strands. she’d crossed the line, but so had he. yon was aware, maybe levi wasn’t? maybe that’s why he kept trying. trying to get through to her. deep down, part of her wanted to fix this. but it wasn’t enough to speak over the nagging doubt that she’d been hurt. again. the looming guilt that swallowed her ; she’d allowed this to happen. again. 

this would be the last time. the last time she’d let her guard down around anybody. “get out, levi.” her gaze raises, her normal nonchalant tone was intimidating enough, but the way she spat this was almost venomous, “leave. now.”

it’d been a month. maybe more. she’d dressed in black, finding her footing in that enigmatic crowd of people i’d mentioned earlier. she’s angry. yon is furious. the dames’ is allowing herself to feel this, wallow in it- even. the one thing she isn’t allowing herself to process, is the sadness. the emptiness without him. without her comfort boy. 

as her body gently sways to the rhythm, colliding with those around her but no bother ; her optics flutter shut as she loses herself to the music. a hand finds her side, a small smirk creeps onto her face, lifting flushed cheeks as she dances with the stranger for a moment. her eyes remain closed, that smirk dances and curves into a smile as her mind wonders ; imagining the one who stood beside her to be levi- once realisation sets in of what she's doing her eyes open, widening as she pushes off the individual who was pretty cool about the whole thing. there was a dismissive apology from yonnie before she spins to the right, preparing to leave. this wasn’t what she wanted. she knows what she wants. she needs to go and get it.

thats why she almost drops to her knees as she makes eye contact with the familiar male from across the floor, he’s sat at a booth, staring directly in her direction, his expression was hard to read. it’s almost like... he knew. she felt weak, embarrassed and uncertain of what to do in this situation. he didn’t move. normally he would make the first move - but she knows in this situation she should. so, reluctantly and teary eyed, yon approaches.

“i’m sorry.”

ok. actual starter call <3

HeeJin in “Queen’s Checkmate!” (2022)

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

breaching sanity. final chapter. alys aderyn.

tw: trauma, religion, horror, gore

with the pursuit of freedom, i found you. lost in translation ; the flight you promised me through demands you must execute. gasoline seeps through my fingers, wiping clean any crimson but leaving behind a horrible horrible smell. a type of scent which lingers in the back of your throat, choking any air that attempts to leave my lungs. any tears i create he collects, through darkened clouds that fill the sky my emotions trickle down once more, feeding the ever growing emerald surface i built as a child. the heat that burns up ahead, the amber glow that drowns screams of many familiar with its warmth. i stare into the open flame, something in it has a power, i could barely tear my gaze away. i travel through the heat, its burning me. it hurts. i’m not stopping. on my back there's a weight. i can’t look back, the overwhelming pressure that settles between my shoulders is nothing short of foreboding, its deep, heavy breathing cascading down my neck as my body sways. 

we’re searching, home has been found. but i am not stopping. the trial of fire with burn before you bury me. legs shake as i topple onto the dirt path below, the flames growing around me. vision fades between a bright glow & the comfort of darkness- but i can’t give in now. my fingers grip onto the burnt blades of grass below me, im pushing myself onto my elbows, crimson falls from an unknown part of my body, i watch as it seeps into the ground below, the earth swallowing it instantly. soon after, a flower blooms- a lily. i allow my blurry gaze to wander, down from the heavens more crimson fell, evaporating as it hit the fiery orange glow that surrounded me- more flowers began to bloom - only standing for a moment before the flames consume them. i’m scared. my eyes find a rose that is seconds from being swallowed by the fire, i lunge toward with, reaching into my soul to find any ounce of strength - but i was too late. the petals light up and with it there’s a deep crack within me. i scream. i’m scared. the pain begins inward and travels toward the surface. as with the death of a flower - comes an unbearable pain within me. 

the weight is back, i fall to my knees, dragging my lifeless body through the mud & flames- trying so hard to shake off this feeling. the heaviness, the dread, the weight. the further i travel the more it consumes me, burying me beneath the red hot surface below. although, no mark on my body. the trees that surround me are crying, i pause, i hear them. i listen. i tell them, i say, “i hear you.” i scream. the trees follow. in unison we are crying, wailing, we recognize each others pain.

i am listening.

i pause. a single trickle of red drips down from my eye, falling into my parted tiers. something clicked. everything feels so far away. the deafening screams around me felt silent, i knew they were there, but something far more important was at hand right now. the weight. it had disappeared, i’m cold. i’m shaking. why is it so cold. i watch as the fire continues to burn around me. why am i so cold? the feeling of dread that sat atop of me had diminished, i felt new. above me flew a bird, way above the burning woodland, it seemed so peaceful, i watched it. a small smile curving my lips. 

i wanted you to show me freedom, that pure enigmatic energy of everything holy you promised us.