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svt as old/minor gods that are nonetheless important bc i couldn't help myself and was inspired, 
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seungcheol makes his home in the arms of others, the warmth of a tight hug, the playfulness of an arm around someone's waist, the desperation of a reunion squeeze, spreading the soft energy of contact
jeonghan marks himself as the god of the half-awake, in the moments where lines blur as sleepiness lowers people's inhibitions, a hand reaching out for someone to hold in drowsy, demanding affection right before the morning starts
joshua embodies the sound of the waves on the shore, constant and eternal and soothing, his footsteps washed away before anyone can see them trailing behind him on the beach
jun is the flicker of light in the night sky, the movement of something out of the corner of your eye, and you're not sure if it's a plane or a satellite or a shooting star or something else, but when you look up to watch it and blink, it's gone
soonyoung flits through the passion of those who chase their dreams, in the split-seconds where they're sure there's nothing they can't do, a runner's high or a painter reaching their calmest moment-- he follows those who get up and /do/
wonwoo coaxes up the plants that grow in the concrete of busy cities, little dandelion puffs and bunches of clover and the ivy that covers the sides of buildings, thriving despite all the effort that goes into destroying them
jihoon manifests in little pockets of calm, bubbles of serenity when people just don't have anything to do, trailing their fingers over the stairway railing, not bored, not aimless, just...content
seokmin shines (literally) in the multicolored facets of a suncatcher, patches of rainbow shadows cast onto the floor, coloring the cat's white fur in all manner of hues
mingyu exists in tall sprigs of grass, vast meadows that ripple in mesmerizing waves; sometimes people say they see a man walking through the grass at sunset, but it's never been confirmed
minghao represents the crisp, foggy morning air on cold fall days when your breath mists up and you smell snow on the horizon and it's chilly but it's perfect weather for apple cider, warm against your fingertips
seungkwan is the softness against your fingertips, brushing over a fuzzy blanket or a pillow or a particularly fluffy dog, soft and fine and accommodating, moments when you feel the tingles run down your fingertips
hansol watches over the moments where people feel connected to others, stranger to stranger, the eye contact you share when you look around to see if someone saw the same thing you did, when you realize just how much you impact the world around you
chan establishes reflex, the way you turn when you see something in the corner of your eye, the gut feelings you get that you just can't ignore, awareness personified and protected, making sure you don't ignore your surroundings
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