a mostly mutuals-only indie rp blog that features both cannon and oc muses. explorations of the human condition are present and most of the negatives that come with it. hyperfixations are prevalent, obvious, and ebb and flow like the currents. there is a preference for content over aesthetics. mun and those who interact with this blog are 21+. my name is jess / worm. feel free to message to plot, chat, or share your concerns.
elias didn’t think when he reached out to take Caspian’s wrist – working on instinct alone. he hadn’t wanted to be separated from the other ever since they found each other again. but, to Caspian, elias was a complete stranger. elias cleared his throat, shaking his head as he forced himself to release the other’s wrist. “my apologies. the night fails to be lovely when you’re gone,” he said softly, finding the words to finally say all the things his heart sung about when they first met. “i don’t want you to think that i’ll keep you here against your will. but, if you give me time, i think you’ll come to find that i’m much more than i present to be.” it was the smallest of hints.
it wasn’t uncommon for brett to show up completely unannounced, often letting himself into zhilan’s apartment with the spare key that he knew the other kept hidden in a fake plant outside. but the moment he stepped inside the other’s living room, he froze. he looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he stared at the other, his eyes dragging across the outfit that the other was currently wearing. “you should probably start hiding your spare key a little better if you don’t want me inviting myself over.” his nose scrunched up slightly. “you must be pretty desperate if you’ve decided to dress up like this for tips. though, i’m not saying it won’t work because you look—” his words were cut off as he heard a notification ping on his phone. he paused for a moment, pulling it out of his pocket. he clicked on the notification, a mostly faceless picture from one of his favourite cosplayers popping up onto his screen. the pieces suddenly clicked into place. it was probably something he should’ve figured out a while ago, especially when all the clues had been staring him in the face. he held up his phone for the other to look at. “i don’t know. maybe you should tell me what this is, zhilan.”
zhilan could feel his mouth drying by the second, heart pounding against his rib cage as he struggled to not look as suspicious as possible. however, the frantic look in his eyes was anything but suspicious. he was hoping brett would buy his lie despite how out there it seemed. but, as the other held up his phone and showed the picture that was definitely zhilan, a wave of cold fear washed over him. “that’s… a picture,” he said dumbly, brain not exactly working. he was never good at coming up with good solutions on the spot – his default being to ramble or run. right now, he was feeling the latter. but, what really got him was the fact that brett followed him. “you actually like cosplayers and stuff?” he asked, trying to skirt around the direct issue at hand. he knew it wouldn’t work. in fact, he was certain it would only get him into deeper trouble. he tried to subtly pull the leather gloves off, but he was as subtle as a baby deer attempting its first steps.
a muffled noise of surprise escaped zoey as the other’s hand pressed against her lips, forcibly silencing her. she blinked a few times, eyes wide as warmth began to creep across her cheeks. though relief was quick to wash over her from anita’s reassurance, a gentle sigh fell from her lips as the other finally allowed her hand to drop. “it is a little silly of me to question it, isn’t it?” she rubbed the back of her neck in a sheepish manner. “especially when you put in all this effort, which was totally unnecessary, by the way! next time, let me fly you out.” it was the least she could do. though, at the playful accusation, a tiny gasp escaped her and she quickly shook her head. “what!? no way! i’m just an idiot who didn’t even think to write down her former contacts when i had to turn in my old phone after debut. maybe i should invest in one of those little phone books. do you think people still use those?” she rambled, a usual default mode for the idol when she was nervous.
anita shook her head. “no, no flying me anywhere – i don’t need a sugar mommy, zoey,” she teased. however, the other’s continued rambling only caused anita to let out a gentle sigh. “i think the only people who use those are over seventy years old. which, honestly, kind of checks out with you,” she joked as she playfully bumped her shoulder against zoey’s. “actually, can i be honest with you?” she started, the light-hearted mood dimming slightly as she glanced down at the ground. “i kind of got a one-way ticket here.” it was a brash decision, but anita wasn’t known to do anything with much hesitation. “i thought that, maybe, i could make it as a dancer over here. so, if i didn’t have a way back, then i would have to succeed. that’s a little crazy, isn’t it? i don’t even have a long-stay hotel lined up,” she said, a nervous laugh escaping her.
♥️: I’m back in Japan for the first time~!✌🏻I had so much fun doing my own makeup today after a long time!!🤩 (Raise your hand if you want to learn!!🙌🏻)
while junyoung typically enjoyed events like these, tonight was different. all of his members were buzzing with excitement in preparation for the gala that they had been invited to, leading them to forget what today was. it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise, he never went out of his way to make a fuss over his birthday. it was just another day to him, after all. still, he found himself caught up in his thoughts as he stood on the balcony that was adjacent to the ballroom where the event was being held. he held his mask in his hands as he stared up at the starry night sky that hung above his head. though a sudden voice brought him out of his thoughts, a curious expression etched across his features as he turned to face the other. there wasn’t a lot in this world that intrigued junyoung, but his breath hitched slightly as he took in the sight of the other. there was something about his mask and attire that stirred something inside of him — it certainly made him stand out in comparison to all the other people he had seen tonight. “a mixture of the two.” he pursed his lips slightly. “i suppose i’m not doing a very good at hiding you if you managed to find me.”
gwi-ma studied junyoung, a deep sadness boring a hole through his chest and stomach. this was where his heart lay, and it was hiding away from the world just as he was forced to when they first met. the cyclical nature of fate was alarming, but hopefully hindsight could break it. “you’re doing a very good job, actually,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips as he stepped closer. “i see no one else here. i’m just particularly good at finding what i want.” he held his hand out, silently asking junyoung to place his in it. “and, what i would like is a dance with the one person who is the most important tonight. it is your birthday after all, isn’t it, my prince?” he asked, falling into playful habits that died with junyoung. “this is all for you, yet none of them are aware. but, i see you – all of you,” he said softly, lowering his head as he waited. a demon does not bow his head, and gwi-ma less of all. but, there was one being in all of creation that could cause him to crumble. there could never be a force that was absolute. everything had it’s weakness, and junyoung was his.
to say that insu felt like a prisoner in his own home was an understatement. it was probably a very jaded point of view, considering most weren’t lucky enough to live anywhere as comfortable or as lavish as the palace, but he would’ve traded his comfort for freedom any day. after dinner, he found himself roaming. the soft sound of music lured him toward the garden, watching as jinu played from the shadows. one wrong step caused the other to be alerted of his presence. “ah, please… don’t apologize or be so formal with me.” he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “i liked the song you were playing, it sounded sadder than the usual songs you play. like someone lamenting over their lost love.” he wet his lips as he took a step closer toward the other. “could you maybe play another one?” there was an eager, expectant gleam in his eyes as he stared up at the slightly taller man.
jinu had hardly the opportunity to be alone with the prince – especially with no guards present. in fact, he was sure this was breaking some sort of law, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t love the thrill of it. plus, he admired the prince most of all. he was beautiful and mysterious, and jinu wanted to see what sort of thoughts he kept shut behind those pretty lips. you’re not even worthy of your family, you think you’re worthy of him? the voice of gwi-ma was like a whisper, taunting jinu. “it’s hard not to be formal,” he said with a small laugh, ignoring the voice only he could hear. he looked down at the instrument in hand, settling back down on the wooden deck. “everyone always wants to hear the happy songs – this doesn’t really do well for parties. but, i would be honoured to play something more longing for you, my prince. please, sit with me. the notes sound different the closer you are,” he advised, patting the spot immediately next to him. “have you ever been in love? i do not lament over losing love – just my opportunity to experience it.”
