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writetomyheart2014-07-20 11:20 pm
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[Team Two] Shine a light (feat Grass Snakes)
So SHIRITORI, I RETURN. Whee. I'm so excited to be back in the game *bounces around*
So this is what Kara wanted me to write when I showed her my last words and obvs I wanted to write something else (8|) but I figured I might as well prose her line messages about it (also Jams \o/ was involved.)
"Handle the trouser basilisk!" Lu Han yells at Minseok in the middle of the common room. Tao and Sehun startle from where they’ve been dozing on the couch and Junmeyon lets out a squawk of horror when he sees Lu Han preparing to drop his pants.
“Lu Han!”
“What are you doing?” Minseok asks, one eyebrow arching as he watches, face expressionless except for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, not moving to stop his boyfriend from flashing the entire floor.
“Midterms are over! You haven’t touched me in days.”
“Ge, nobody wants to see your dick right now,” Tao whines, burrowing into Sehun’s lap in an attempt to continue ignoring his biology homework. Sehun lets out a strained, choking noise and quickly drops his jacket over Tao’s head.
“That’s not even a basilisk,” Kyungsoo says as he passes through, Jongin trailing behind him. “Lulu’s got something more like a grass snake.”
Lu Han now looks as horrified as Junmyeon. “How dare--“
“It’s okay,” Minseok says, laughing as he slings an arm around Lu Han’s shoulder, guiding him away. “I’ll handle your little grass snake.”
“Minseok!”
But here's the thing I wrote, which is an EXO AU involviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing angels and demons (surprise surprise) where Suho is a nephilim and Tao is a cambion \o/
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“Basilisk?”
“Don’t exist,” Zitao said, waving his fork around (some flecks of chocolate cake landing on Junmyeon in the process). “But the cockatrice does and you don’t wanna mess with those. Hard to domesticate, but demons really like them because they’re five times nastier than a hellhound.”
Junmyeon brushed the crumbs away, brows furrowing. “I thought you liked hellhounds.”
“Yifan’s different,” Zitao clarified. “He hasn’t spent so much time in Hell. You should see what real hellhounds look like, they’re awful. Yifan’s just a big puppy, really.”
That earned a snort from Junmyeon, who couldn’t quite fit the word ‘puppy’ to the massive creature that Zitao kept tucked in a pocket dimension when he was out with Junmyeon (as Junmyeon couldn’t quite relax around the hellhound after he’d nearly ripped one his wings to shreds, despite only doing it to protect Zitao.)
“So sphinx, hydras, cockatrice, and sirens, ” he ticked them off on his fingers as he listed them. “How about dragons?”
Zitao paused, frowning. “Of course they exist. They’re… Why hasn’t your father told you about them? Dragons are holy creatures, they’re the children of light and fire and…”
Junmyeon grimaced. Truthfully, while his newfound father didn’t visit that often, Junmyeon had taken to avoiding him as much as possible, afraid of the angel noticing that the dusting of demon aura hadn’t gone away. He couldn’t put Zitao in that kind of danger, not now that they’d become such good friends, able to bond over their other-ness, the parts of them that their mutual friends wouldn’t understand.
“You should ask him to show you a dragon sometime,” Zitao said softly, reaching out to rest his hand over one of Junmyeon’s. “There’s nothing wrong with that side of you, you know?”
“He’d kill you if he knew,” Junmyeon muttered, tipping his hand up so he could hold Zitao’s instead. “I could never let him do that.”
“We’ll be fine,” Zitao assured him, smiling so sunnily that Junmyeon wanted to believe him because Zitao just shone that brightly, something Junmyeon instinctively wanted to protect. “Yifan knows how to keep me safe.”
But I want to keep you safe too.
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(I obviously need some exo icons, gasp.)
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So this is what Kara wanted me to write when I showed her my last words and obvs I wanted to write something else (8|) but I figured I might as well prose her line messages about it (also Jams \o/ was involved.)
"Handle the trouser basilisk!" Lu Han yells at Minseok in the middle of the common room. Tao and Sehun startle from where they’ve been dozing on the couch and Junmeyon lets out a squawk of horror when he sees Lu Han preparing to drop his pants.
“Lu Han!”
“What are you doing?” Minseok asks, one eyebrow arching as he watches, face expressionless except for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, not moving to stop his boyfriend from flashing the entire floor.
“Midterms are over! You haven’t touched me in days.”
“Ge, nobody wants to see your dick right now,” Tao whines, burrowing into Sehun’s lap in an attempt to continue ignoring his biology homework. Sehun lets out a strained, choking noise and quickly drops his jacket over Tao’s head.
“That’s not even a basilisk,” Kyungsoo says as he passes through, Jongin trailing behind him. “Lulu’s got something more like a grass snake.”
Lu Han now looks as horrified as Junmyeon. “How dare--“
“It’s okay,” Minseok says, laughing as he slings an arm around Lu Han’s shoulder, guiding him away. “I’ll handle your little grass snake.”
“Minseok!”
But here's the thing I wrote, which is an EXO AU involviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing angels and demons (surprise surprise) where Suho is a nephilim and Tao is a cambion \o/
---
“Basilisk?”
“Don’t exist,” Zitao said, waving his fork around (some flecks of chocolate cake landing on Junmyeon in the process). “But the cockatrice does and you don’t wanna mess with those. Hard to domesticate, but demons really like them because they’re five times nastier than a hellhound.”
Junmyeon brushed the crumbs away, brows furrowing. “I thought you liked hellhounds.”
“Yifan’s different,” Zitao clarified. “He hasn’t spent so much time in Hell. You should see what real hellhounds look like, they’re awful. Yifan’s just a big puppy, really.”
That earned a snort from Junmyeon, who couldn’t quite fit the word ‘puppy’ to the massive creature that Zitao kept tucked in a pocket dimension when he was out with Junmyeon (as Junmyeon couldn’t quite relax around the hellhound after he’d nearly ripped one his wings to shreds, despite only doing it to protect Zitao.)
“So sphinx, hydras, cockatrice, and sirens, ” he ticked them off on his fingers as he listed them. “How about dragons?”
Zitao paused, frowning. “Of course they exist. They’re… Why hasn’t your father told you about them? Dragons are holy creatures, they’re the children of light and fire and…”
Junmyeon grimaced. Truthfully, while his newfound father didn’t visit that often, Junmyeon had taken to avoiding him as much as possible, afraid of the angel noticing that the dusting of demon aura hadn’t gone away. He couldn’t put Zitao in that kind of danger, not now that they’d become such good friends, able to bond over their other-ness, the parts of them that their mutual friends wouldn’t understand.
“You should ask him to show you a dragon sometime,” Zitao said softly, reaching out to rest his hand over one of Junmyeon’s. “There’s nothing wrong with that side of you, you know?”
“He’d kill you if he knew,” Junmyeon muttered, tipping his hand up so he could hold Zitao’s instead. “I could never let him do that.”
“We’ll be fine,” Zitao assured him, smiling so sunnily that Junmyeon wanted to believe him because Zitao just shone that brightly, something Junmyeon instinctively wanted to protect. “Yifan knows how to keep me safe.”
But I want to keep you safe too.
---
(I obviously need some exo icons, gasp.)
Tag, you're it!
orangegreenlove!
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