Drinks are on me
Muses: Zhou Xun (striveon) and Kim Junsu (dark_xiah)
Status: Closed; on-going
Date / Time: 02/19/1985, evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: After some recent tragedies in his life, Junsu attempts to run away to escape the pain. He finds himself in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, but the gaiety doesn't seem to affect him. Until he meets a lovely young vampire who shows him that running away isn't the answer.
All around him, Junsu could hear the gaiety of the people around him. New York had become unbearable, so he'd done the only thing he could think of; he'd run away. New Orleans seemed as good a place as any; perhaps the excitement of Mardi Gras would help heal his heart.
No such luck, at least not yet. Every time he saw a child, he had to turn his head away, lest the tears begin again. There was an old saying: no one should have to bury their own child. This was doubly true for someone who was the son of a death god. Not only had he been powerless to watch her die, but her soul had cried out to him for help. Because of his nature, he'd been unable to say no. So not only had he had to watch her die, he'd had to send her soul off. It was no wonder she had left him.
Sighing, he stirred the fruit in his juice with a straw, staring out blankly around him. What use was being a demigod if he couldn't use his powers to help those he loved?
Status: Closed; on-going
Date / Time: 02/19/1985, evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: After some recent tragedies in his life, Junsu attempts to run away to escape the pain. He finds himself in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, but the gaiety doesn't seem to affect him. Until he meets a lovely young vampire who shows him that running away isn't the answer.
All around him, Junsu could hear the gaiety of the people around him. New York had become unbearable, so he'd done the only thing he could think of; he'd run away. New Orleans seemed as good a place as any; perhaps the excitement of Mardi Gras would help heal his heart.
No such luck, at least not yet. Every time he saw a child, he had to turn his head away, lest the tears begin again. There was an old saying: no one should have to bury their own child. This was doubly true for someone who was the son of a death god. Not only had he been powerless to watch her die, but her soul had cried out to him for help. Because of his nature, he'd been unable to say no. So not only had he had to watch her die, he'd had to send her soul off. It was no wonder she had left him.
Sighing, he stirred the fruit in his juice with a straw, staring out blankly around him. What use was being a demigod if he couldn't use his powers to help those he loved?