choi, ji-ae

dragon blood with fierce claws 

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favcredangcl·:

It was common knowledge to most who had encountered Mal, that he took what he wanted. Without hesitance, apology or question. Sure he sometimes could play nice, allow the chattel the illusion of being given a choice in the matter. Yet if they failed to come along, he had no problem using force. His eyes flashed with a cold darkness at her comment. “Indeed. Though you get to decide if thats who you want me to be in your story sweetheart.” While the words might be a tiny bit teasing, they were for sure plenty threatening too. Her taunting comment only received the smallest arch of an eyebrow from him. It was subtle of her, yet not going unnoticed. 

“Oh I have, but I promised to keep my distance.” He calmly replied with a small shrug, falling in to step with her, glad that his house was only two blocks walk. They arrived there soon enough, and the angel opened the door, nodding for the dragon to step inside. 

.  .  .  . 

Ji-Ae was not very threatening without her powers. Perhaps even with them, given that Mal was significantly older than she was. She could tell that much, just from his scent... But she would at least have a better ground to stand on. She destroyed so much in the city before they were able to reign her in. “Have you not already decided?” the dragon fired back, the words slipping so easily from her tongue. She was sure that he had. 

Her brows furrowed for a moment. “Do you know me, then? Where you would need to promise to ... keep your distance?” Within moments they reached his home, and she peered past him into the home before looking back to his face. The dragon turned her back to him and stepped inside. “So? Have you decided?” 

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thebrandonclark·:

Brandon poked his head through the door of the girl’s dressing room and his eyes immediately went to Ji-ji. He gestured with his finger for her to follow him and didn’t say a word.

“We’ve got a problem, Ji-ji,” Brandon said as he walked. “Some comments have reached me and I need to fix this quickly.” Usually, he would go up to his office, but this time he walked across the length of the floor to the main entrance. “We’re taking a ride. I’ve informed the others you won’t be able to rehearse.” He turned to the petite Asian. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” He didn’t really mean it. He knew he would get his way.

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Ji-ji was trying on a new outfit that Coco had gotten for her. A white, off-the-shoulder lingerie piece -- a dress that was sheer and beautiful. The silhouette of her near bare body underneath was present as she looked at herself in the mirror. Though when Brandon entered, everyone went quiet. 

“Me?” Her brows raised, and a look of surprise crossed to her face. She gave a look to one of the other dancers before grabbing a coat -- one that may be little to most people, but covered her well enough for the cool weather. Ji-ji walked with him, already crossing her arms over her chest and pouting a bit. 

“That depeeeeends. Am I in trouble for something?” She questioned in a bit of a playful tone, but that died down when they came out to his car. Why were they going on a drive? She gave a nod of her head before getting into the passenger’s seat. She was a little worried now.

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favcredangcl·:

“I could.” he quietly agreed, his eyes lingering on her finely shaped behind, taking stock of her long dark locks. Wishing to draw the line of those plump lips. “But I won’t.” His friend had always boasted of what a looker she’d become while in his care. He wasn’t wrong, though Mal had thought her beyond desirable the first time he saw her. Of course, she hadn’t seen him. He’d always been out of sight, and then shown pictures of course. “Ji-Ji.” he sounded out her name, coming to a stop in front of her. “I’m Malakai.” His smile inviting, yet mysterious. 

It was cute, her pretending she had a choice, pointing out that she was due back. The angel shrugged it off, determination clear in his deep blue eyes. “I’ll text them the details and payment. You won’t be missed.” He gestured for her to start walking, curious to see if she was going to resist, or not. 

. . .

“As I assumed.” He didn’t seem like the type to only look at something that he found interest in. When he spoke, she laughed. “Malakai? How villainous sounding.” It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a name that she heard very often. “Mm.” Ji-ji took a step forward. “-- what a good citizen you are. Taking the initiative.” She was taunting him, knowingly, despite her innocent and playful demeanor. The dragon was reading him, learning how to play him best. 

"Ah-ha, you’ve never been there when I’m there, apparently.” She could think of one or two faces that would miss her. Ji-ji began walking, and her eyes took in the city. They’d cleaned it up quite nicely considering the buildings that she’d crashed and torn down. 

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favcredangcl·:

The girl had beautiful features, he had to admit. A bit rare too, which did make her more than a little intriguing. Even if it did seem as if she wasn’t really looking to get into something, she’d made the mistake of piquing Mal’s interest. And he wasn’t so easily dissuaded. “And now I’m looking.” he said with a curious smile, stepping closer to the Asian beauty. “Whats your name girl?” The fallen angel asked, slowly stepping in a small circle around her, taking in every detail, barely restrained enough to keep his hands to himself. That nearly white skin of hers was gorgeous, made him want to see and feel it, wondering what nice a blush it would get when spanked. 

“Interested in a night off?” Asking was more of a courtesy really. 

. . .

“-- and you could easily work elsewhere.”  He was a handsome creature. An angel, but so devilish. More than her other boss, that was.  She watched as he circled her, like a shark circling a seal. Though she was not as defenseless. “Ji-Ae. But most people call me Ji-Ji.” The dragon smiled brightly, ever the playful one. Even if she was sometimes fatal. She could practically feel his restraint curling off of him. It took a lot for her not to bite him. The urge was there. 

She made a face, as if she was considering where she wanted to or not, though she knew that his question was really a statement. 

“I suppose. Though I’m due at L’Enfer in about twenty minutes.”

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colinxbarton·:

The Festival had come and gone, most of it spent working. Now here he was sat, watching someone who had been too drunk to get up, unable to get himself to leave them behind, it just wasn’t in his nature to do so. Colin didn’t care if they deserved to be watched over or not, but he didn’t care much about that. Whoever this was clearly hadn’t been well, so he stayed with them while they slept off their buzz with their head on a pillow he had provided, having painkillers and a bottle of water at the ready. “Morning.” He smiled when he noticed them stir a bit. “I’m sure you’re feeling rough, have some water, you’ll feel better soon.”  Colin assured as he got up to his feet. 

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... She’d drank a little too much, admittedly. Ji-ji had danced her heart out, made Vice a hell of a lot of money, and drank a lot when it was all over. She didn’t drink often, and so it was hard for her to pace herself. She was paying for it now. It’d been a long night, and consciousness brought with it a wave of head pain. “Morning.” The lights hurt her eyes, and she hissed in despise of them.

 The dragon pushed herself to sit up, using her hands at her sides to keep her as leveled as possible. “Did you stay all night?” How sweet of him. She scrunched her nose up a little -- human? How nice for a human.

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favcredangcl·:

He’d felt a lingering stare for quite some time now, without acting on it. Mal was someone who was used to have eyes trail him, though usually it would be one on one in a small room, where he had all the power. Now he still thought he had most of the power, but he had decided to at least attempt blending in. It was an ongoing test to be honest, one he was sure he wouldn’t pass because eventually it would get too predictable. Boring. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, turning his face towards the stare and meeting those eyes, a blonde eyebrow cocked in question. 

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... It wasn’t uncommon for Ji-Ae to find someone that was of interest to her. She would sometimes stare. Other times, she was less interested in the person and more so lost in whatever thought that she found herself in. This one spoke. A brow quipped up, and her dark eyes found his face. “No. Only looking.” Window shopping, sort of -- funny, considering she’d just finished a shift at Eliza’s flower shop.

 Ji-Ae was one of the least trusted chattel in the city, considering the amount of destruction that she caused. But her escort was late. How booooring.

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thebrandonclark·:

“Fucking hell.”

Brandon walked up the stairs to the second level of Vice shaking his head. The music thumped as the dancers on stage entertained the crowd that came to commemorate the Lunar Festival. Everyone was lost in their own mix of alcohol, music, and lust, but Brandon was too busy wiping the blood of his white shirt and powder blue suit. He had helped in “escorting” a rowdy customer off the premises that got the lucky chance to clock him across the jaw and because of the rare blue moon, the angel’s lip began to bleed. Brandon had experienced his fair share of blue moons in his long life, and though there certainly were more life-threatening experiences in the past, this was just annoying.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to wipe the blood that had seeped into the white shirt. He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in frustration. “That’s not going away any time soon.”

... She’d seen the whole thing. Well, a good part of it from her place on the stage. Fortunately, it was a rarity that the girl actually worked in the back rooms, so she typically was able to look at the drama that may unfold. Her set finished when the rowdy one was escorted outside, leaving her only a few at the aftermath. “Oh, your shirt.” Ji-Ae regarded with a pout of her lower lip. 

“Would you like for me to hurt him?” She smiled at the thought. Small was she, but the dragonness had a taste for destruction. “I’m not a python, but I’m sure I could squeeze the life out of him.”