#* & min hyeonwoo — dialogue .

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✧･ﾟ open | mutuals/non-mutuals — self-made angel test muse ( info here ) ･ﾟ✧

"You see, no matter how good you are, God doesn’t want you! But I still do."

[tewwor]

open starter — mutuals & non-mutuals — a run in with all three members of an uprising band, vermin rail. could be a fan, could be a friend of simon's, etc.

"O-m-g, hey!" Glee seeps freely as Simon all but gushes; instantly holding up wherever the trio originally migrated towards.

There's a collective sigh and sharp sucking of teeth from the other two. The tallest of which, the one with a noticeable tattoo of spikes around the neck, already digs for a pack and lighter. "Not again," Hyeonwoo groans, seemingly more interested in getting a cigarette lit than offer a greeting as well.

"Come on," says the third, already visibly irritated yet apprehensive at the same time. "Simon, dude. We're starving." We as in just him, technically. The other two hardly ate, but insisted on tagging along on breaks.

"And we can all grab a bite to eat. Together!" Simon insists, already motioning for everyone to get a move on.

[tewwor]

Maybe they should feel a little bad about pressing and prodding. How often does this man get pitted into a corner? Surely more often than just them in this moment.

"But they will, they will!" Of his achievements or failures — that's to be seen. But surely some source of media will bite at this opportunity. "Call it intuition." Here comes another shrug, a downplay of having their own ways to know certain hidden things. "Call it a really good and lucky guess. Doesn't matter. Can't you see I'm here to help?"

HYEONWOO MAY NOT BE TRYING TO GET HASSAN TO STOP HIS PROJECTS, BUT IT FEELS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD IS. So Hassan lashes out at the only person around to withstand his petulant anger, his unchecked ego.

Hassan clenches and unclenches his fists. He looks like the meme. You know, the Arthur meme? Just stuck there. Pathetic. He exhales through his nostrils like a bull.

"Nobody's going to make a documentary about—" what a failure I am. They're going to feature me as a prodigy. "–anyways, whatever. You have it all wrong. Whatever you are—you don't know me. Why do you think you do?"

[tewwor-moving]

NEW TEST MUSE — MIN HYEONWOO .

self made angel — religious trauma meets desperation solely to survive. they broke the wings clean, tore the halo free knowing there’s no turning back. ever. the transformation consumed them. melted just about everything before it all snapped back. but wrong. they came back wrong, but holy.

a ring of sacred light collars the throat, brandishing forever reddened skin. what juts from the back is just as mangled as whom they robbed. nothing but twisted bone, sinew, and ruined feathers. it hurts to be alive, but that’s okay. there’s power at their fingertips now, burning and raw. just enough for them to press on borrowed time before the inevitable happens and they’re found.

like this and i'll toss either an ask or tiny starter out ✧

[tewwor-moving]

new muse goofin' ( accepting ) — @vullcanica

With each absentminded scratch comes yet another mark. A portion of their neck's marred with it; just beneath a few oddly symmetrical spikes linked in a circle, printed with an almost ghastly glow against pale skin.

It's all temporary.

The red inflamed lines left by blunt nails. The rolling urge to itch like a mutt trapped with a too tight collar. Soon their skin will smooth down again, and most of the compulsion overtaken by whatever else grabs their attention. Anything but that stranger that reeks of something all too familiar. Saintly. Good. Just.

Hunger pangs cramp the gut until Hyeonwoo forces their gaze elsewhere. Actively make themselves think about another smoke. About the crumpled pack and scratched lighter in the left pocket of their jeans. Feels near impossible to drop the hand that scratches and scratches and scratches... But they manage it. Only to find their pack completely empty.

"Mothe— hey, 'scuse me. Don't happen to have a spare cig, do you?"

[tewwor]

tag drop before i get dropped by the tags

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Everything comes into focus like a neck snapped over a curb. No, wait — maybe that actually happened. Heaven knows the ache on either side could kill a horse, if not ten. Yet unfortunately for Hyeonwoo, they remain incredibly resilient to the threat of death. For now.

“Been better..” They barely croak before a groan interjects. Tilting their head any which way was a big fat mistake. “Been worse— how… Did I get here?”

OPEN TO MUTUALS » rusalka.

❝ oh! you’re awake! ❞ RUSA SETS DOWN THE BASKET OF CLEAN CLOTHES she was carrying and trots over to her new guest, dropping unceremoniously to sit on her knees next to the bed where they lay. ❝ now, i’m no healer, but i did my best… how are you feeling? you’ve been asleep for days. ❞

[tewwor-moving]

extremely niche / limited interaction call ( accepting ) — @mickie86

"First of all, huge fan." Glee seeps freely as Simon all but gushes; instantly holding up wherever the trio originally migrated towards.

There's a collective sigh and sharp sucking of teeth from the other two. The tallest of which, the one with a noticeable collar of spikes around the neck, already nods along. "Yeah, guess the latest track wasn't half bad," Hyeonwoo concedes, seemingly more interested in getting a cigarette lit than give a well-rounded compliment.

"Barely," says the third, already visibly irritated yet apprehensive at the same time. "Simon, c'mon, man. We're starving." We as in just him, technically. The other two hardly ate, but insisted on tagging along on breaks.

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"Aw... you'd lie for me?" They're touched, really. In some deeper way than previous them would've thought possible. Then again, how deep can things be when they're in a place like this? "Ever think of changing jobs? Got such a good heart here." One finger taps at their own chest, right over where the heart should be.

@tewwor | ♥

"It's... Please, I need you to return that. I'm sorry, I'm- I'm not accusing you of taking it, it, I will say- I mean it was a mistake, surely, I will say that's what happened."

[tewwor-moving]

Nothing's said for a long beat. Just that continuous stare and a hint of teeth as the upper lip faintly peels back. All while a steaming mug of coffee's hovers between them.

"Alright," they finally relent, fully easing up — stare, posture, and all. Back to how they seemed the night prior. More settled in their own skin. "Heard loud and clear. Hey— you sleep alright last night?" The mug's taken by the bottom, undeterred by any heat that's retained in the clay.

Maybe dragging people home who lack faith is a form of self-sabotage.

It's not the first time he's done this; and it's also not the first time he got swept up on the party floor, at the club, in the taxi - only to realise what he's doing and put an end to it, before the one night stand actually moves beyond snogging. There had just been something about them. Something shimmering and beautiful. He had given Hyeonwoo his couch to crash on and offered them thousand upon thousand of apologies. In the harsh light of the morning after, he was ready for awkward conversation - not theological debate. "Look," he says, and wipes off the cup, comes over to the couch to hand them the cup, holding the rough clay mug by his fingertips. "I'm not gonna throw around words like 'heresy' before breakfast, but while I've left the mosque, and the church, I still got my faith, alright?"

@tewwor

[tewwor-moving]

Probably the nicest way to put a such horrific find — if that’s truly how they were presented. Guilt would’ve surfaced if past them were in this position. Then again, past them definitely wouldn’t have survived even with a miracle worker.

“Rusalka..” They try the name slowly, fumble a little with the unfamiliar curve of tongue. “Pretty name. I think.. my name’s still Hyeonwoo.” And it takes a second of genuine thought before they groggily double down. “Yeah, sounds right. So, ah, where am I again?”

@tewwor — min hyeonwoo. continued from x.

Everything comes into focus like a neck snapped over a curb. No, wait — maybe that actually happened. Heaven knows the ache on either side could kill a horse, if not ten. Yet unfortunately for Hyeonwoo, they remain incredibly resilient to the threat of death. For now.

“Been better..” They barely croak before a groan interjects. Tilting their head any which way was a big fat mistake. “Been worse— how… Did I get here?”

SHE'S NOT SURE SHE COULD FORGET IT, EVEN if she tried. ❝ i found you in the road... you looked awful, and honestly, i wasn't positive you would make it. thank goodness you did. i'm rusalka, but you can call me rusa if you like! what's your name, love? ❞

[tewwor]

“I’m not trying to get you to stop anything!” Laughter almost chases the coattails of his exclamation. Hyeonwoo smiles, incredulous, at the mere suggestion of them ever wanting to stop something so entertaining. “I’m merely suggesting some.. Alternatives to your little problem.”

“But you keep your head buried in the sand for all I care. Makes for good entertainment from back here.” Again, they shrug and slackens their posture. “Can’t wait until something even more drastic happens. Oh— maybe it’ll get popular enough for someone to make a documentary of it.”

HASSAN CAN'T STAND THESE TAUNTS. He's said worse to himself at night; why does he need to hear lesser insults in the real world? He groans, throws his hands over his ears.

"Stop it! Stop it. You're trying to get me to stop, and I won't stop." He ignores the fact that they're offering some actual solutions to his problems. "I deserve this. I've worked for this. You have no idea what I've been through."

A mocking click of his shoe against the marble floor.

[tewwor-moving]

"Do you really wanna know?" Flat at first, both in tone and eyes. Then they warm some as lips curl into a smile. Still curious but searching. "You're interesting and so, so bright."

━━ ❛❛    It  was  just  a  simple  sentence  but  it  hurt  like  crazy.  Benji  pressed  his  lips  together  while  settling  down  on  a  chair.  ❝And  why?  Why  would  YOU  still  want  me?❞

[tewwor]

"A skeleton done up with pretty bones, ligaments, and joints," they continue, a tone of agreement thick and syrupy sweet. Upturned, crescent eyes skim from the unpleased man to the structure.

"Have you ever considered the grounds?" A light tap of heel against the floor punctuates their query. "Or maybe even who it's for. Who else it might bring in like a beacon to wayward spirits?" Hyeonwoo has the nerve to shrug. "Have you tried calling them? The crew, here."

WHAT WAS THAT?

Hassan is unhappy with how strange things in his life have been getting. Ever since he's joined Archetype, it's like—the weird shit just doesn't stop, and he's constantly filled with a sense of dread.

Hyeonwoo only contributes to these negative feelings. Hassan wants to bat them away, but he gets the sense they won't go easily.

"Overdone skeletons? Overdone skeletons? It's a house of worship. It's—this is going to be a culturally significant space. I just—"

He sighs.

"Have to figure out why the construction crew keeps—nevermind."

[tewwor]

The man laughs. They grin. A little too wide. A little too bright. The celestial body marked around their neck starts to burn.

Then it's gone in a flash. Hyeonwoo's mostly back to normal with that lazy, half smirk. The neck 'tattoo' still itches, but they can refrain for now. Let the rawer parts of their skin heal a little more. "What? You're crazy." He's not. They are. "I showed up like anyone else that decides to walk into one of these overdone skeletons you make." They appeared from an image. From the static of a projector left on too long when the film ran out.

@tewwor // hyeonwoo said: don't be fibbing. no secrets now.  

“What? What? What?” Hassan laughs with a nervousness bordering on the hysterical. He juts his chin out, sharp, both on the offensive and the defensive. 

It’s not his fault that this happened. Hassan designs beautiful buildings. Hassan is an artist and a scientist. Hassan isn’t responsible for this tragedy. 

He can’t be. 

“You’re one to talk about secrets. I hardly know anything about you. You just showed up, like some sort of—evil spirit out of the myths.”

[tewwor-moving]

Instinct would have their eyes gravitate towards the fumble, but they remain still. Dead set on the way the man’s lips move, how emotions play and whorl on the face. They don’t blink. Just watch and learn and observe to simultaneously kill time and figure shit out.

“Speak like what? So matter-of-fact?” Enthusiastic despite how twisted their statement might land? Hyeonwoo smiles throughout it all. Neutral. Almost pleasant.

Nazir plain stares.

Caught somewhere between violently flattered, pure shock - and offense! Real, genuine offense. He fumbles the coffee he was pouring, spills some on the wooden counter, and averts his gaze, gratefully, towards the mess instead.

"I-" He frowns, reaching for a rag. "Come on." Subdued. "Don't speak like that."

Complicated knot in the pit of his stomach; Allah doesn't deserve the errant insult - Nazir, maybe, doesn't deserve the want?

@tewwor