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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Mar 12, 2014 13:00:54 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN When Donovan looked into the mirror each morning, he expected to see guilt for those lives he had taken. Yet all that reflected back at him was weariness and relief, dark circles under his eyes but no less lost sleep than any other night. When he heard a knock at the door, he expected it to be the police that somehow traced back the unexplainable events in the park to him. It was just the movers, assisting his roommate pack his life away for a grand relocation to Paris. Donovan hadn't been invited. He didn't want to be. Instead he got out the apartment, out of the way. He needed fresh air. When he looked down at his hands, he expected to see blood. There hadn't been any at the time, on him nor the dagger. Trees and ghosts didn't bleed. Just dirt and rain, a few scrapes across his own palms that hadn't been deep enough for more than a few drops of his own. Two lives he had taken, and there hadn't been any blood. When the wind rustled the leaves, he was certain they were accusing him. Donovan walked a bit faster, avoiding the more scenic routes. What was done had been their only option. He knew that. Considering what ifs or what could have been done differently was pointless. He had told Kyu-Sik just before any of this that he was no hero, but Donovan had never felt the weight of it until now. It was difficult to feel as if what he had done was right when he had been responsible for so much carnage. He didn't feel right. Showing up at Kyu-Sik's workplace unannounced was probably rude, but he needed the reassuring presence of somebody that understood. Somebody who knew what he did, and didn't look at him like he was a monster, or worse- pity. The bell jingled as Donovan entered the small shop, glad to see that there were no customers. Grasping the small lunch he prepared for the other, he waited for acknowledgement. WORDS:342 TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:May 30th
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 12, 2014 18:11:56 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 361 | Perhaps it should have bothered him. He may not have been the one directly killing anyone, but someone was killed and he was directly involved. He watched someone be brought back to life, go crazy, and then die again in such a short amount of time. It was bizarre and it shouldn’t have happened to them. The only thing that might have made him feel uncomfortable about was just how unbothered he had been with the end result. No one should have been brought back to life at all. The decisions made in the end were necessary. He felt no guilt. Unlike that time he at the mansion party, this death felt justified.
So, the few days after the incident in the park, Kyu-Sik tried to carry on as if nothing had happened. Of course his parents were concerned about him. He offered Donovan a change of clothes back at his home after they had some well-deserved bingsu, but that also meant walking into the house still damp, both covered in mud and scratches. It was hard to explain it, though somehow they managed, he supposed. There were no more questions about what had happened to them, but he was getting a few more texts from his mother than usual.
His mother’s concern was well-intentioned, but the moment he found some total silence without any messaging or any customers around was the one he appreciated the most. His employer has stepped out for awhile to take care of business, leaving Kyu-Sik to finish cutting and piecing together… a yellow blazer. It was the ugliest color he never imagined he'd be making a blazer with, but it was going to be the most well-tailored ugly blazer ever.
Unfortunately, only ten minutes went by before he heard the jingle of the bell at the door. He held in an inner sigh. “Just a moment,” he greeted. He carefully finished pinning two of the blazer pieces together before he looked up. The face was one very familiar by now, though he hadn’t expected to see him again so soon. Especially not at the tailor’s shop. “Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Mar 13, 2014 9:44:59 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN "You're busy," Donovan noted, not that he'd been expecting otherwise. He'd come to think of Kyu-Sik as the kind of person that would make work for himself even if there wasn't any. The type of person that probably didn't appreciate being interrupted at work. Yet here he was, without much in the way of a good reason. Overcoming his hesitation, Donovan curiously stepped over to where the other had been pinning together pieces of fabric. Bright yellow and the only comment he could mutter was a half-hearted "fascinating." Well, he never made any attempts at understanding fashion. Holding up the plastic container of food, Donovan felt it made a rather flimsy excuse for his presence. But it was all he had. "Maybe you're hungry?" he asked hopefully, hadn't even much time to prepare anything too special. A sandwich and slices of pear were visible through the sides. "I wanted to thank you for..." and Donovan's smile became strained, wanting to carefully avoid the subject he still wasn't too comfortable with. "For letting me borrow your clothes." The oversized shirt he was wearing now was his own, covered in a print of various cats. The pants, however, belonged to the much taller man, cuffed sloppily at the bottoms to avoid stepping all over the hem. He glanced down, becoming quite aware he couldn't easily offer to give them back yet. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:Keep em short
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 13, 2014 10:45:26 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 263 | “That’s one word for it,” he sighed. He didn’t deny that he was busy, though what he was doing for the moment didn’t require a lot of attention. “Not sure what sort of person even wears something like this.” Then again, Kyu-Sik found himself pausing as he eyed Donovan’s cat shirt. He held the part of the blazer he had already finished piecing together level to Donovan and squinted for a moment before shaking his head and putting it back down. No, not even a person who would wear something as atrocious as that cat sweater would wear a bright yellow blazer.
He didn’t make any comment about it and turned his attention to the food being offered to him. Honestly, he had forgotten to bring any sort of lunch with him and hadn’t wanted to run out in search of food. He had been quietly hoping for something to eat as he tried to ignore his stomach for the past hour or so, and he certainly wasn’t going to turn down what was being offered. The boy set down the pins he was using and reached out for the container.
“That looks great, thanks. But it really wasn’t a problem,” he assured, not addressing anything that was being left unsaid behind that strained smile. He couldn’t help but notice that Donovan was even still wearing them. That usually wasn’t what one did if they borrowed clothes for one day, but then again he also knew all too well about Donovan’s minimal wardrobe. “So, how’d you find this place?” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Mar 13, 2014 14:02:37 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN "I don't think yellow would suit me," Donovan decided with some amusement at having the offending garment held up, not caring about what would agree with his complexion or the right tones for his hair, but an outright conflict between anything too bright and his personality. Muted and bland generally worked for him. Something that had been faded after too many washes. The idea of new clothes at all made him a bit uncomfortable, but it was interesting to see what Kyu-Sik could piece together as he looked around for more examples of his work. Probably far more expensive than anything bought off a rack. But wouldn't it be nice to have something that actually fit. Donovan kept himself a good distance away from any of the work tables or the various machines he couldn't readily identify, afraid of bumping or messing something up. Handing the lunch over, he hoped that he wasn't expected to leave now. Instead, he took a seat on chair probably meant for clients. He wasn't about to leave. "Your mother," he admitted, sounding a tinge embarrassed. "I think she thinks I'm homeless, but when she saw the holes in my socks she slipped me your business card and said you better mend my socks for free. Don't worry, I just bought new ones instead. I don't need anything, I just wanted to see you... if you were okay. After. That." WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:Keep em short
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 13, 2014 16:42:44 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 204 | Kyu-Sik didn’t immediately respond. In fact, he looked back down to the piece was he was working on when Donovan mentioned just wanting to see him. He took a thoughtful moment to really think about what he wanted to say. He was okay with it. Probably too okay with it. He knew that. It was just difficult to figure out how he wanted to explain that, or even if wanted to explain the whole of it. “My mother’s been worried more than I have been.” He settled on that. There was no admitting that he was wondering if he really shouldn’t have been okay with it.
The time was then taken to carefully set the pieces aside so that he could just enjoy the food that had been given him. Just for a bit. He wouldn’t give himself more than fifteen minutes. “To be fair, I’m not sure if she believed it when Mi-Ho told her that you weren’t homeless either.” He took one of the pear slices for himself, enjoying its refreshing crispness. He took one more slice over to Donovan and offered it. He supposed he didn’t really answer the real question though. “But yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Mar 13, 2014 19:04:26 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN A small chuckle, remembering the fussing he went through at the Moon household when they had shown up soaked in rain. The worry had almost been comforting, though at the time he'd been nearly numbed silent. Whatever explanation that Kyu-Sik had given for their state, Donovan hadn't even registered. Nodded along, accepted the dry towels and tried not to get dirt everywhere. Kyu-Sik's mother wouldn't be too far off in her assumption by the next month, but figuring out his living situation wasn't anything he wanted to think about in that moment. He took the pear slice when he realized he hadn't bothered with any lunch for himself, finishing it off in small bites. "I've been more fine," he answered slowly, trying to appear less bothered than he was. If Kyu-Sik was okay with what had happened, then it wasn't fair to bring down the mood with his own worries. "But I've also been less fine." He survived. They survived. It was over, and he was fine. His fingers twitched, and Donovan busied his hands with cleaning off the lenses of his glasses on the hem of his sweater. "I just... you know." WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:Keep em short
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 13, 2014 20:17:04 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 194 | He listened and nodded carefully as Donovan’s reply slowly deteriorated as it went on. Kyu-Sik had taken the whole matter so well, but he knew that perhaps he was the only one who did. Who even knew about the girl who had been caught with them? However, Donovan’s vague reply was met with a shake of the head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I really haven’t been bothered by it. Not this time. I did think about… whether or not it was good to be so unbothered.” No matter how he though about it, nothing seemed wrong about what they did. Someone died, but it was someone who shouldn’t have been alive in the first place. That wasn’t wrong to him.
“I’m guessing you’re not feeling the same?” The young man went to pick up the sandwich. He was far more than capable of gobbling down the whole thing himself in a matter of minutes. However, he still stopped to think about the person who had brought it for him whose condition was uncertain. “Have you eaten?” He asked, ready to share the sandwich that had been brought for him. |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 5, 2014 22:09:21 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN Maybe it had been a mistake to even bring it up, and Donovan felt the usual drawing of himself inward whenever he tread the line of sharing too much that Kyu-Sik always managed to pull out of him. Whether or not Kyu-Sik was actually receptive to such revelations, he doubted. Nevermind hovered on his lips, which he nervously moistened with a quick flick of tongue. He shook his head at the presentation of the sandwich half, both in answer to not having eaten much and a decline. Was it fair of him to burden Kyu-Sik with his worries? He wondered how the other could be so unshaken and accepting of the events, not in what they had done but the mere occurence. "You're okay with... these things happening in your life?" he asked hesitantly, knowing this wasn't Kyu-Sik's first encounter with what shouldn't be. Maybe the novelty had just worn off, but the idea of becoming used to that sort of thing was unsettling. "I just can't stop thinking, what if it happens again? I..." Donovan trailed off, frustration muddling his ability to string words together in a way that communicated the correct tone of what he felt. He refused to label it as guilt. It wasn't even fear. Just a growing sense of unease that his life might be heading in a direction he didn't want, and no confidence he could stop it. Some people wished for interesting things. Excitement to take them away from their dull, repetitive lives. All he ever wanted was the mundane. "Because I'm trying to convince myself that it won't happen again... But instead I feel paranoid every time I step out of the house. I keep checking to make sure the dagger is there, just in case. My blurry vision has turned everyone into ghosts." Donovan closed his eyes, feeling like this must be the beginnings of some sort of diagnosable madness. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:@u@
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 7, 2014 0:34:20 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 305 | Kyu-Sik was silent, letting the line of questioning pass before he decided on any sort of answer. The declined sandwich half was placed back in its container before he looked back with his own still in hand. He wasn’t frustrated or disturbed by the response he got, and his expression was nothing but patient. When Donovan made a stop, he almost let some worry show through. However, he wasn’t really the sort of person who was good at dealing with the troubles of others. He was far from a counselor.
“It’s not that I’m okay with things happening,” he clarified softly, eyeing the sandwich in his hand. He shook his head again. “And I know that as much as I want to avoid it, I have a feeling that something will happen again. Weird things have been happening and we can’t control what will happen when. I know that.”
Any uncertainty that he may have held on to was being buried deep within him. Still, he finally frowned. “I’m unbothered by what happened the other day, because we’re alive and I don’t believe that what we did was wrong. I’m unbothered, because I know what being bothered might mean if something happens again.” Kyu-Sik made himself pause again, knowing as soon as the words came out of his mouth that he was being anything but comforting. That was just his nature. The logical half of him wanted to say that his paranoia would keep him alive. That he should be keeping that bizarre piece-of-opulent-junk dagger with him. However, he spared Donovan from that point of view.
His dark eyes studied the other male for a moment, contemplating more than he was actually looking. He was forcing himself out of a comfort zone, if only for a moment. “Can you trust me?” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 8, 2014 13:44:01 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN If Donovan had been looking for empty consolation, he wouldn't have gone to Kyu-Sik. There really wasn't anyone he could turn to for comforting. But Kyu-Sik's reasoned tones were far more valuable to him than any false promises that everything would be alright. If the other believed the chances of more to come were likely, then Donovan knew his only option was to be ready. The confirmation that he wasn't merely being paranoid, or that at least it wasn't uncalled for, was oddly reassuring. All he could hope for was that it wouldn't be too soon. Though perhaps time would make him too complacent. "Usually I prefer to ignore problems until they go away," Donovan admitted, fully aware it wasn't an admirable trait. He wasn't good at this sort of thing, felt somebody like Louisa or Moose would be far better suited to dealing with supernatural threats. Yet if he managed to survive once, maybe there was more self-preservation inside him than he previously realized. He nodded along, trying to patch together what confidence he could manage. The question of trust was not one he was expecting, the mistake of answering it incorrectly in the past burning through his memory. Donovan never considered himself a great judge of character, because he seemed to misplace it far too often. He frowned, knowing he didn't even trust himself in even the most basic sense. "Yes," he answered with emphasis to make up for his hesitation. "Maybe it's naivety, but I do." He liked to think that maybe he had somebody on his side, for once. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:Keep em short
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 9, 2014 20:39:50 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 219 | It was very fortunate for Kyu-Sik that Donovan wasn’t the sort of person to ignore what he was saying, someone who would have called him out on his bleak realist point-of-view. Half of him didn’t want to really believe what he was saying, but it wasn’t impossible. He absolutely knew that it wasn’t impossible now. His eyes drifted to the shoulder where he was still hiding an unexpected tattoo. Then they went down to his sandwich as he finally started eating it.
Ignoring problems until they went away wasn’t something that could be done in this scenario. It’s how Kyu-Sik often felt with his emotional problems, too be fair, but otherwise it bothered him to let problems sit for long. This just wasn’t something he could fix.
That didn’t mean he would do nothing. His own hesitance in what he was saying was obvious. He didn’t at all blame Donovan for his. Plus, he recognized the emphasis as meaning something. Some resemblance of a soft smile formed on his face. “Then… It’s not much, but if anything happens, you know that you can call me. And the police, of course, but I can probably show up sooner than the police.” Kyu-Sik couldn’t even be sure that the police would believe them, but they at least had each other. |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 20, 2014 21:08:09 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN It didn't sound like a lot, especially when Donovan only kept his phone around as a glorified GPS when he couldn't find his way in the city or to figure out the bus routes. He never understood the sense of urgency and importance everyone seemed to have while speaking far too loudly into their expensive phones. His phone only held a short list of mostly unused contacts, one soon to be obsolete with his roommate's inconvenient exit. As much as Altan had caused trouble in his life, it was far easier to live with him than figure out what to do without. He still didn't want to fully consider what financial struggles he'd face in the upcoming months, afraid it'd be enough to drive him into a state of panic. Adding ghosts into the mix, living alone suddenly made him a lot more uncomfortable, feeling unprepared to handle whatever was slipping through the cracks of his admittedly shaky perception of reality when he didn't even have a stable foundation to stand on anymore. It made it almost too easy to envy Kyu-Sik for his family, for his security. But that wasn't really fair. Still, he doubted the boy ever had to face the looming threat of not having a place to sleep for the foreseeable future. Having Kyu-Sik only a speed dial away could be useful, at least to soothe any fears of being too alone. Since he was on Altan's plan and there was no telling how soon that service would be cut, Donovan was faced with the realization it'd probably be best to drop his cellular plan completely as a way to save some money. Using only free wi-fi around the city should have been enough for his needs. But with Kyu-Sik's offer, one that he couldn't even be sure he'd have opportunity to fulfill, Donovan nodded with reluctant acceptance. Maybe he could get one of those cheap pay-by-the-minute options. Better that than nothing in an emergency. Given how the last time ended with him killing somebody, the idea of getting the police involved didn't seem to be a viable option. Kyu-Sik insisted they hadn't done anything wrong and Donovan was inclined to agree despite his lingering doubts, but the police weren't likely to be as forgiving. "Thank you," he managed before the silence dragged on too long, looking down intently at his folded hands and wondering if he was supposed to announce intentions to leave. As much as he wanted to linger around for as long as possible, he didn't want to interfere with Kyu-Sik's work or potentially anger any manager that might not take too kindly to his presence. "I really appreciate the... I'm not used to anyone caring. About me." It felt pathetic to say despite the truth of it, even presumptuous that the other boy even had without him saying so. Looking back up at Kyu-Sik, almost shyly through his glasses and curls, his eyes clearly read Do you? without having to actually voice the question. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 20, 2014 22:25:17 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 365 | There was another pause between them. Kyu-Sik was dealing with hesitations of his own, so it didn’t bother him despite however awkward it may have been. It must have been weird for two people to have such difficulty with such a simple topic. From the average point of view it was the promise between two friends to be there for one another. It wasn’t strange. It shouldn’t have been hard. However, they weren’t average. They were avoidant toward the whole matter of other people. Kyu-Sik had his family and he never took them for granted. He had lived to please and help them for most of his lifetime. He just preferred to keep others at an arm’s length.
He had almost given a ‘you’re welcome’ when Donovan dug into something he wasn’t going to bring up any more himself. Another wave of silence passed, but Kyu-Sik didn’t look away. It seemed weird to think about considering what a short time they had really known each other, but there was something he had grown to really like about the other male. He did care about him. To what extent, he couldn’t say. He caught himself in a quiet stare as he read Donovan’s eyes. Finally, he gave a slow nod to the spoken question, but also the unspoken one within it.
Immediately after, he turned away. There was a very unfamiliar sort of nervousness bubbling at the bottom of his stomach. He responded to this reaction by just straightening his posture and stepping back to the counter. He grabbed one of the remaining slices of pear. “I don’t have work on saturday,” he caught himself admitting against whatever his discomfort was trying to tell him. “Maybe we could do something if you’re not busy? I mean—“
The Korean male cut himself off as he tried to think of anything they could even do that day. This was just getting silly. He frowned at himself, but finally glanced back to Donovan. “I could hem those?” He pointed to the borrowed pants that were still being worn. “They look better on you anyway. Though it won’t really take more than a few minutes…” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 20, 2014 23:26:45 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN It'd been easier when he could classify what he felt for Kyu-Sik as merely a passing interest. He'd had plenty of brief and unexplored crushes in the past, things he never pursued and that had made it safe from ever having to actually confront the object of his affections. Never had to obsess over what words he would say, or the infinite ways he could screw it up. Before the mere impossibility of it being returned had prevented him from getting too caught up in any misplaced fantasies that this could actually go anywhere, saving himself from any possibility of heartache. And yet every glimmer that it wasn't as unwelcome as he'd convinced himself... The subtle nod was all the confirmation he needed, glad that Kyu-Sik had turned away after to hide the sudden rush of warmth to his face that would have given him away if he hadn't managed to do so already. He didn't need to push for more, not now. There was still the risk of scaring himself off, and he could guess Kyu-Sik was having his own issues of getting comfortable with the idea. Donovan was rarely overcome with hope, always expected to be let down long before letting himself get too attached to wanting something. But maybe it was the near-death scare that made him more open to letting this play out without his usual methods of self-sabotage. "Saturday is... yes, I'm not busy," he agreed, holding himself back from sounding too eager to be cast another line, as if he had any other options to consider. Apartment hunting that weekend might be wise, but he liked to pretend that was further off than it really was. "Did you have anything in mind?" Donovan really didn't need any elaborate set ups to be content, and in regards to both of them simpler options were far better suited. He hoped Kyu-Sik didn't feel pressured to come up with anything too original to suggest in order to justify spending time together. As long as it wasn't a walk through the park. Glancing down at his haphazard cuffing job to keep the bottoms of the trousers from getting trampled, he slowly caught the implications that the modification of hemming them would be permanent and therefore an offering of him to keep them. He had to trust that Kyu-Sik understood his intentions of returning them, that the Korean didn't view him as unreliable, but didn't want to argue the point in case it seemed like he was doing anything but gratefully accepting. He was willing to take it as an act of charity without any defensive feelings attached, didn't want to make Kyu-Sik feel uncomfortable with any act of kindness. Not when such kindness was so rare in his life. "Could you? I've been afraid of ruining them." He had no doubts that the fabric that they were constructed with cost more than the entirety of the rest of his wardrobe, though it was the fact they had belonged to Kyu-Sik that had made him far more careful with them than the rest of his clothes. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 21, 2014 21:14:10 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 314 | Saturday it was then. Perhaps he’d be regretting his offer when the day finally came around, but for now Kyu-Sik was genuinely trying to think of something that they could do together. It was far from his usual routine, but for once he was willing to do that for another person. He wasn’t going to think much more on his feelings. Not yet. As far as he was concerned, he was just making a friend, and a friend he could trust. Somehow.
The last of the pear slices were eaten as he contemplated the options. Anything but the park. Somewhere public, but not somewhere they could be trapped. And not at nighttime. As he listed out his own criteria in his head, something finally dawned on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket to check something first, and then nodded to himself. “I think most of the museums around here will be open.” One had been closed for awhile, but that was likely a safe setting. Right?
“You could stop at my house in the morning and I could hem your pants. Then maybe we could visit one or two, if you’re interested?”
There, that was a decent offer. He still wasn’t comfortable in what he was doing. However, the more he thought about it, the more he was alright with the situation. It was hard to say what the future had in store for either of them. Between the two of them, there were no promises that they could really stay safe. Kyu-Sik didn’t have much to offer in terms of physical survival skills and he was fairly certain Donovan didn’t either. Even so, they made a logical team and they at least had some semblance of a weapon. If Donovan was going to stand by him, then he would stand by Donovan. That was all he could ask for. |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 21, 2014 23:45:47 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN That's all he needed to lighten up his mood, the line of worry through his brow smoothing over. A plan wasn't any guarantee that nothing would happen between this moment and then, didn't eliminate the looming sense of danger, but having something to look forward to was enough to keep him trudging through the next few bleak days. "I'd like that," he answered with a bright crack of a smile, abandoning any pretense that he was anything less than pleased by the prospect of another not-date. One initiated by Kyu-Sik this time, no longer burdened with the uncertainty of imposing that came with always being the one to ask. Fed his desire to be wanted. "I've only been to one museum before," he admitted to keep himself from admitting anything deeper, wondering what sort that Kyu-Sik had in mind. He'd never seen an art gallery, but that was what automatically came to mind. He hoped it wouldn't be too crowded, but things inevitably always were on the weekends. "But that was a creationist thing, and..." Donovan trailed off with a self-depreciating shrug, knowing that was another one of those topics that clearly illustrated the ignorance he grew up in and was still unable to quite shake. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 22, 2014 20:34:38 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
May 30th
tag | Donovan
words | 212 | In the short time he had known Donovan, he found himself always perplexed by his background and the lack of experience that rooted from it. When the creationist museum was mentioned, Kyu-Sik gave a slight frown. As he bit into the last of his sandwich, he was imagination just what something like that would have looked like. Wax sculptures of Adam and Eve? An exhibit where there was a lovely garden you weren’t allowed to go into? Paintings of Jesus riding on dinosaurs?
No. He wasn’t going to think about it any more than that. It was something that fascinated him, but it wasn’t something he would have wanted to suffer through himself. “We’re going to science museums first,” Kyu-Sik finally stated in a calm decisiveness. There were a lot of things Donovan just didn’t know, and he knew that wasn’t his fault. Taking in some factual science would be good for the other man.
“There’s…” The young man paused as he started scrolling through his phone again. “There’s the Science Center, the Natural History Museum, and the Griffith Observatory. The observatory is a bit out there, so maybe that’s better for a better day. The other two should be easy to get through in the same day, though.” |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Apr 24, 2014 22:40:51 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN So not art, and Donovan chose to hold that back as an option for another time rather than be too disappointed. It was difficult not to take the suggestion of the Science Center too personally, his lack of knowledge in the subject quite obvious. Yet it felt less of a jab and more of an invitation to learn, glad he'd have someone there to ask questions, because there was likely to be many. Despite having the vague sense that a lot of what he grew up learning was wrong, not having anything else to replace it with made the idea of anything else being the truth just as strange. And when he overheard arguments that he wisely kept out of, many between his vocally atheist roommate and the aggressively kind Christian lady across the hallway, he got the impression that either nobody was quite sure of the truth or everyone was overly attached to their own particular beliefs that they refused to see anything else as possible. Donovan was aware that there had to be a truth, but felt too mixed up after becoming disillusioned to what he once unquestionably believed, that he wasn't readily going to accept anybody else's version of the truth at face value. Books had seemed to be a trusted source of information until he realized that just about anybody could publish their own without any validity required, and he hardly had enough money to get to school. And a museum could be opened by anybody with enough money to do so and an agenda to promote whatever skewed version they wanted, as evidenced by the only one he had visited back in his sheltered childhood. Too many people seemed insistent that they had all the right answers without too much to back it up. He kept any doubts to himself that these museums would be any less full of lies, ignoring the critical echoes of his father when it came to blasphemous scientists that were ruining the country and snide remarks about global warming every time it snowed. But he saw enough similarities between people and monkeys to get where such theories came from, even if he was missing a lot of the information to make any sense of it. All he really knew was that there were people vehemently convinced it couldn't be true, but somehow thought that people riding dinosaurs made anymore sense. Nodding his acceptance, Donovan glanced at the time on his phone and realized he'd taken up enough of the man's time. "How early do you want me?" Donovan asked as he prepared to leave, willing to show up earlier than he'd normally prefer given his late schedule on Fridays. "Over. I mean," he quickly corrected, running a hand through his curls in a failed attempt to get them out of his eyes. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
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