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@adroitae
I know I wasn't here for long, but whatever. Long story short, I'll be on my old muse's blog because turns out I still have tons of muse for him. Anyway, if you want to follow over there, the link is on my page. Thank you and apologies for this. Feel free to unfollow this blog.
So I brought back my old muse and whatnot.
Long story short. If you want to talk or plot there, give this post a like or reply to it and I'll follow you there.
Laters o/
If he rolls his eyes any harder, he’d probably lose them. The sarcasm is evident within the sardonic curl of his lips as he regards the other with a judging stare. And then there are times like these when he wonders why he regards the latter as his friend. ”Last time I checked, I had a dick, yo shit.” Right, the penthouse. He snorts at that, amusement lightening his visage when he recalls the numerous days spent scouring the streets of Seoul for the finest and the amount of green it’d cost to customize it the way they both liked. Well worth the hassle if he could say so himself. “And you now live in a kick ass abode with an unobtrusive view of the beautiful Seoul skyline. You’re welcome.”
He notices the constant rolls of the latter's eyes and snorts at that, shaking his head before clicking his tongue. Tsk, tsk. "Relax your eyes, will you? I feel like at any point they're going to end up popping out of their sockets from rolling them so much." Snickering at that, he hums as slate blue hues drifted from every part of the room the two were currently in. He gives a meager nod as he leaves the dining room and moves towards one the windows. Out there displayed just as the latter stated, the beautiful Seoul skyline. As he inclines his body slightly forward, with both hands dipped into his pockets he glanced at the latter from corner of his eyes with a teasing grin etching along his lips. "Funny you had to check to see if you had a dick-- Ah, right what I was going to say. Mm, lovely view and well worth the trouble of course. Thank you."
She shook her head at his question a smile blooming on her face though as she looked up, ready to tell him that she was pretty proud of being this way but that nickname just reminded her of something--trigger words, had her grinning, impishly "Wanna know how I found the place?"
Wanna know how I found the place? It didn't take long for the words to register in his mind and what they were pertaining to. Slate blues faded to a darker shade, he focused on preventing his digits to crush around the bottle before another thought popped up. He shook his head quickly, clearing his throat and dismissing everything as he lifted the bottle, pressing the rim of it to his lips before tipping it upwards, letting the cold liquid flow into his mouth before tipping his head upright, the back of his hand wiping against his bottom lip. "The what-- Oh, your place?" By then, he returned to his original spot, noticing the grin donned on the female's lips, brought him to raise his brow slowly, the shade of his irises already returning to their original colour. "...Alright, sure. How'd you find the place?"
✘ taehyung
"Finish my pockys and you will get me double of what you ate." She warned, eyes narrowing a little as she took one out for herself. "I guess, but if they don't then you just won't ever, ever, ever," She shook her head singing each word, "Know." she ended with a chuckle, pocky stick vanishing in her mouth a soft smile on her face, head lowered "So high it's almost like you're going to touch the sky if you reach out, which I tried, it doesn't work, that was disappointing."
"That’s like an invitation for me to take more, even though I don’t really want anymore after this last bite." Waving the last bit of the pocky stick, he popped it into his mouth and chewed on it before swallowing, a yawn slipping passed his lips as he placed his book to the side and got up, stretching limbs over his head. Tilting his head slightly, he peered over his shoulder back down to the female before walking over to the kitchen. "Thirsty?" He inquired before grabbing a bottle of water as he untwisted the cap of it, taking a quick swig. "Of course, only you would do something like that, Bons." Snickering, he shook his head. It always amused him, the two were completely different from each other but there was that one line of string that always pulled them together, where they see eye to eye. Was it the mischief they enjoyed creating? Or perhaps it was something else.
The hungry dog howls for crust of bread; his cry goes unheard. It's far overhead.
Adjusting his glasses, he tilts his head left and then right before letting out a small yawn, not bothering to lift his hand, curl digits to form a loose fist and press it against his lips to stifle it. Turning the page of his book and without bothering to glance at the individual, he hums before parting his pair speaking with a flat tone. “The dog is howling at the moon.”
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Her grin widened as he began to speak once more. His words were a bitter slap of reality, something she needed every now and then. Fei parted her tiers to let the meat pie fall perfectly into her mouth before chewing on the crispy dough exterior. She had always loved her own creations, but that was something that was expected of the overly confident female. She viewed herself no less than God himself, and each of God’s creations were beautiful – so why should hers not be? When the pie had made its way to her stomach, she let her tongue graze over her ruby tinted lower lip, lapping up any crumbs on her mouth. Her heels clicked against the tiles of the room as she made her way around to carefully seat herself on the arm of the chair itself. Watching the action of his hands, she brought her own up beside his only to let it hover over his digits for a moment. Her hands were definitely smaller and yet had scraped through far more bodies than he could ever imagine. She dropped her hand back to her lap against before turning to the male with a fond grin on her lips. “And this, my dear, is why I take so much pride in you. You’re not a creation of my own, and yet you’ve grown to be molded in such a beautiful way. Had I been any more sentimental, it may have brought a tear to my eye.”
His brow quirked, the sight of the female's hand by his being the cause of it. "Ah, are your eyes projecting similar images like mine?" Only a chortle falls from his lips as he, too, drops his own hand back down onto the table with a drone resonating in the back of his throat. He tips his head for a short moment, hues glancing from left to right as he took in the details surrounding him, making up each object that displayed before him. Slate blues drifted back down to his book, his hand lifted and rested on top of it as he craned his head momentarily. Pairs protruded briefly before curving with gentle tugs from each corner of his lips, displaying a meager grin with canines gradually emerging. Without a second thought, he took the utensils in his hands and began cutting another piece. He hummed in contentment before parting his pair to allow the piece to fall into his mouth, chewing with hues fading closed. He chuckles at the comment though he gives a small nod, chewing once more before swallowing, wet muscle peeking out to swipe at any crumbs that had stuck themselves along his lips with a faint smile. "And you. Only you would find such beauty in me as well as the morbid claims that fall from my own lips— Had you been any more, I would have had to sniffle a bit and wipe a single tear."
No but(t)s, no cuts, no coconuts.
Shifting in his position, he lifted his book slightly from his lap, holding it in front of him as slate blues scanned the pages before shifting away and towards the gray visage, quirking his brow as he inclined to the right and his book to the left. He hummed before parting pairs with a light click of his tongue. “Haa? What is this Elementary school? Tsh..”
▶ ▶ ▶ nyctofeilia mentalxxmadness adroitae homeshik ▶ ▶ ▶ quintessentialxkris xjongh younha-demigod
Every click in her steps resounded throughout the tiled hallways. The scorn that adorned her visage was anything but forgiving, and there was but one reason as to why. Choi fucking Minho was suppose to go fucking shopping with her and he had the god damn never to be exactly 2.5 minutes la— Suddenly all thoughts were cut abruptly as her focus was brought to the slight pain in rounding the corner, colliding with another figure.
“Minho, you piece of— oh,” she was once again at a loss for words as she caught sight of the other before her, and they were definitely not Minho. Adjusting her shades rather bashfully, the singer cleared her throat. “Excuse me.” Though she made it quite evident that she couldn’t care in the slightest regarding the small accident.
Several individuals filed through the hallways, the mixtures of sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors to the click, clacking of heels were ultimately muffled by the music which blared through headphones and his mind focused in his book, though at times, he would step to the side in order to avoid any possible collisions seen by his peripheral vision or whenever catching sight during those rare moments of taking a quick glance around before returning his focus. He didn't feel like slamming an individual against a wall by their throat or spitting venomous remarks due to his aristocratic natures.
One turn and the moment he was to step to the side, the inevitable happens and his book had fallen from his grasp and one headphone popped out from his ear. He took in a breath, keeping himself composed due to the many others around. ( "Minho, you piece of-- Oh." ) He stood there, without a single move, save for his limbs that lifted and folded over his torso as he clicked his tongue in slight annoyance. Orbs drifted down to his book before they drifted back up to the female accompanied by a quirked brow.
"Try an I'm sorry or I apologise. Same shit, just a different way of saying it. Excuse me's are pretty damn uesless at this point. Oh, also.." One hand lifted as it directed itself down to the book though his orbs remained fixed on the female. "My book."
His head lulls backward as his mind recalls every single rendezvous that has occurred since they met, a lackadaisical grin twisting his youthful features to that of a sinister man capable of committing illicit sins. He doesn’t need to glance at the other to know that they would need to plan, make sure every meticulous detail is ironed out before they could even think about invoking the fear of the devil into their prey. Pity. He is never as patient as he should be. “Mmm, longer than I would’ve liked. We’ve been too complacent, but we can fix that. Party’s on Sunday. 7 pm sharp. Don’t be late or you’ll be doing the watching.”
He couldn't help but snort at the subtle warning. Last time he checked, he was more conscionable compared to the latter. He feigned a huff before lips curved into an impish grin as he dragged his pink muscle against his sharp canines before he clicked it against the roof of his mouth. How adorable. Finally standing up, he stretched limbs as far as they could possibly extend before letting them fall down to loosely cross behind his head, letting out a breath with his grin still evident on his features. "Please, to watch you have all the fun would be pure torture. Besides..." With a quick blink of anyone's eyes, from the couch back to the latter, he inclines his body slightly with a faint chuckle. "I'm more punctual than you are, so you make sure your ass isn't late."
Ridiculous she snorted at that advice minutes after she got to her phone again, snuggled in a sweater she tugged the sleeves of, she didn’t need to be warned about that—settling at the front of her door and pulling on a pair of shoes, feet sliding in without even the need of her fingers so she could type a reply back.
[ ⇍text⇏ bonbontae ]
⇏That won’t happen, no one would dare, have you seen me, it takes guts to try to pick me up.
⇏ And yes it was very much needed because it was cute, it was cute wasn’t it (▰˘◡˘▰)
Snicker passing through her lips she straightened, hands already reaching her coat, slipping in the warmth of the black cloth before pulling her folded beanie out of its pocket—the only thing that were ever stuffed in there were either her hands or her gloves.
Then she had the box of band-aids, worrying her bottom lip as she felt a rather pleased buzz of excitement rush through her—this felt like being in December all over again, with all the trees thing. All she’d been able to give out lately was her presence at the orphanage, she just stumbled on it one day and they let her stay for a week and -truth be told she couldn’t stand kids, they scared the shit out of her but those—she kind of related, in a really weird way. and that had her softening up, if her mother knew what this past month had done to her, if anyone knew what this past month had done to her.
But barely containing a squeal, lips tightening, she shook her head with the memories creeping up once again, this was what the memos were for, so she could get it out and avoid keeping it in and with a light pout she made her way out of her apartment, keychain around her little finger.
Just as he suspected, thoughts that surrounded the orphanage came rushing back. He sighed with pads of digits piching the bridge of his nose, slate blues faded close as he takes in a breath, letting it out after before dropping his limb back down to his side. As he exited the building, cold wind brushed passed his body, his shoulders lifted before relaxing shortly after. He turned on the heels of his feet before strolling through the crowd.
The streets on his part were oddly empty, save for a few that idled in front of the stores. He cursed in the back of his mind as the empty streets began filling themselves with little children and he could have sworn, he could see his kid self again. He shook his head and his vision of the children became blurry, but evidently, it was still there. Fuck, go away. He commanded in his mind as he shuts hues until an individual inquiring something that didn't register in his mind.
Without a word, he simply stepped to the side and shook his head as if declining whatever was being inquired to him. His kid self was right in front of him, running towards him even and the moment he passed through him, he snapped hues back up from the vibration coming from his coat pocket. He shook his head once more, finally his vision no longer blurry and free from the children, or rather occupants with familiar faces that were daring to visit him again. Slate blues drift down as fingers typed up another set of text before continuing his walk to the subway.
【 SMS // BONNIE 】
[txt] Without the thrashing and shit, it wouldn't be that hard to pick you up-- [txt] You and cute emotes do not match--you're planning demises again, aren't you.
adroitae
Opinion on;
Character in general — I don’t know much about your muse other than what you’ve told me over aim since you have basically no info on your about page (bb pls). I don’t think I can say much about Tae as a muse since I don’t know much about him? Let’s move onto the next part and you can resend this review thing once you’ve written up an about for comparison.
I went through your blog and saw the ask about his Sire and I do like the fact that he doesn’t view his “savior” as a God. Despite having supernatural muses, it is easy to fall into that black-and-white dichotomy and mode of thinking where your muse has to partake in human thinking, but he doesn’t. That break is a nice change to see, especially in this roleplay world where the concept of God and Devil are constantly toyed with in terms of the supernatural.
How they play them — From what you’ve told me, I do see that cynical side of Tae, a rebellious nature that’s rooted in a childhood. It shows in both more serious interactions and mundane ones, ones where he knows the other and ones where he doesn’t. At the same time, I’m reminded that he’s really just a kid stuck in some (unfortunate? maybe) circumstances and to see that side is nice because it’s often lost. I find his sass hilarious, too.
Truth be told, I don’t see a lot of the past you’ve given him in interactions. I see a kid with a slight attitude problem and a thing against the world. With the things he’s been through, I kind of expect him to recall it every now and then, even if it isn’t traumatic—or at least more of the past to show so he doesn’t fall into that trope I was talking to you about earlier. This may be because I don’t know anything about the muse, so this criticism is very loose right now. e v e My only other criticism is about your writing and a minor one; just to watch for changing tenses in your writing.
The Mun — I LOVE YOUR MUN SO MUCH HAHAHA EVEN THOUGH I JUST RUINED NUTELLA FOR YOU IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING. We’ve known each other for a while and it’s always a delight to talk to you, OOC and IC. u v u I hope we can make more memories (that we actually remember after waking up) and edits because gdi you’re my crack companion in the horribly weird hours of the morning and other times.
Do I:
RP with them — Not at the moment.Want to RP with them — no they’re just a bunch of ew
What is my;
Overall Opinion — 0/10 just don’t roleplay w/ them they suck so much. jk, if you aren’t following, you definitely should!
She wanted to retort that she hated that adjective but truth was she could stand it from him, still--puffing a cheek she shrugged, "Can't really totally know a person anyway but I bet you a thousands you'd definitely get kicked for calling him cute." She snickered tilting her head and humming in thought, "My day, I went job hunting which will be temporary and I visited the rooftop of my building, it's like seriously high, really high, better than any rooftops, yep, yours?"
He nodded slowly as hues faded shut, reaching over to take another stick out from the box held by the female as he lets the tip of the stick linger on his lips. "True, but you can know more than others do, especially if they choose to disclose certain things they normally wouldn't disclose to others, no?" It was a mere question, whether he receives an answer or not, it didn't matter much to him. He snorted at the statement, shaking his head. He didn't doubt that even for a second. "And adorable, anything close to that sort of context, well... He can try though doubt he'll have any luck with actually hurting me." Taking a few bites, he hums in thought before shrugging. "Went out for a small walk, basically stayed inside for most of the day and napped... Been feeling tired lately, not sure why. So how high exactly is the rooftop of your building?"
