sleeping at last

She'd always wondered what it felt like to lose one's breath. She'd seen it countless times, dealt it out in the most wonderful ways possible, and enforced it with her two hands. How ironic, then, that she would leave this world -- this body -- in the same way as her twin did. So this, she thought, was what it felt like to have hands that would leave its final bruising marks on your throat. There was only bitter fascination, and a near-insatiable thirst for a single bite of his lips. Instead of gasping for breath, and instead of struggling, her fingers found purchase in his familiar locks, teeth clamping down upon his lower lip. Hard enough, it seemed, so that the last thing she tasted were not his tiers but the crimson metal coating her sinful tongue before all evidence of life left the delicate murderer, the darkness suffering its death in the hands of tainted light.

#s;written #silver;#[ WELL THIS IS RELEVANT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ahuntersheart

it’s true you can love someone to death, but whose death? -V.M., “unanswered”

—-His inner turmoil turmoil was unbearable. When confronted with the choice of the reason for his existence and his reason to keep existing, it was rather hard to see who he was going to side with. To make matters worse, his light had almost practically drowned himself in the bathtub along with his tears, bisque eyes flecked with the eerie argent turning bloodshot as he clawed at his own skin and screamed for the transitions to stop. I don’t want to disappear, Silver. He motioned with choking sobs, his sunny baritone replaced with a broken psychopathy that had been repressed and hidden for ages. Help me, I don’t want to disappear.

If you disappear, I disappear, you idiot.

With that resolve, his choice was made. Steps heavy as they trudged on the tiled floor of the dormitories, the argent-eyed killer dragged himself to the room whose doorlessness was his doing, scanned the room for the deranged girl who was causing his light’s misery. Ah, there she was, sleeping soundly by her bed, a lady of the night ironically in slumber for the evening. His face was unreadable as he approached the lady, a shaking hand slowly reaching out to the exposed neck that was just too tempting to not be crushed. “Wakey-wakey. Princess.”

Loneliness. Now there was something she never had. Lately, her heart had been doing things that it wasn't supposed to be doing. Skipping a beat, perhaps, or suddenly speeding up at the smell of a sentient alter stuck in the body of someone who was bound to burn out. All stars will die one day, and Hyun was firmly convinced that that would be this 'light' person's future. Having Silver take advantage of her vulnerability as she slept wasn't something that took her completely by surprise (although it was unnerving still). She was, in fact, quite happy to see the deranged being upon her awakening, even offering a small smile upon hearing his voice. "Hmm?"

ahuntersheart

and now you measure time by darkness and less darkness never knowing a quiet that felt still you hope for a love that will wash the blood from your mouth so you can speak of grief until it buries itself inside the folded arms of someone strong enough to carry its weight but people are not hospitals and love cannot save you

-V.M., from “Please Do Not Die On Me: A Love Letter”

#s;sanity

——The way she was acting was nothing less of surprising to him. Was this her way of keeping him in the driver’s seat, by attempting to anger him with these unnecessary movements? From the way it was going, his brain was stuck in a muddled sea of questions that lingered on the perennial query of who he should kill. Silver had never been good at deciding things like these—all he knew is he had to obliterate threats to his light and that was it. But what if there were threats, not to his light, but to his everybody? And what if this everybody of his made him want to kill her along too? Argent hues almost rolled back to his skull as he facepalmed at the girl’s actions, fighting every instinctive urge to strangle her then and there as the strangers approached. He fixed them a steely glare, enough for a threat, before deciding that it would be interesting to watch where this situation was going. “I’m watching, Princess.” It was almost a groan, as his hands now drifted back to his pockets, his irises keenly keeping watch of what would unfold. “Amaze me.”

The men who approached her eagerly -- sheep, thinking as wolves, yet not as voracious and vile and monstrous as Seolhyun herself -- gave Silver equally dirty glares (as if they were pure themselves; the thought almost made the girl laugh, had she not been so immersed in her act). "Oh, you won't b-believe what he was doing to me!" she squeaked dramatically, ignoring the nearly-overwhelming stench of alcohol from the males, and allowed herself to be held by the least-disgusting one. Her hand rested at his chest first, feeling the heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt, and completely ignored the two others who appeared to be only lackeys. Aha. "He was being so, so disgusting..." Fingers delicately crawled upwards, her hand holding the side of the man's neck as he nodded with faux-concern (his increasing heart rate told her that this was due to her breasts pressing against his form), and only then did she tighten her grip, the ability she'd withheld from Silver finally making an appearance as the men around her began to choke -- slowly. Coughing, at first, before falling to their knees. Cute. "Just like you guys were going to be, I think."

archive4selentieun

Fingers pinched the surface of papers, rereading them constantly in order to absorb the information that was etched with ink. She reads it quietly, mouthing the words for herself to hear despite no sound falling out as well. A question falls past another’s lips though she didn’t incline her head to face her. Instead, Naeun nods her head in response. Flipping through another piece of paper before it falls into her lap gracefully. “Go right ahead.” Giving a more proper response, finally taking an opportunity to gaze at the latter with her lips curving into a sheepish grin.

#selentieun #starter;#s;post

Act normal. The voice in her head wasn't hers -- and that, in itself, was disturbing enough. Bracing herself by the seat so that she wouldn't fall over, she (not-so-)gracefully managed to land on the seat beside the stranger, hands falling to her lap as she righted her posture -- must be perfect, must be normal -- fingers tapping at her thighs nervously. "Tha--nk you," she mumbled, voice breaking slightly. At this stage she was past the point of what could be described as sanity (a fanciful idea, surely). Make conversation. Act normal. "Wh-where are you heading -- heading to?"

#selentieun #s;int

larmoyante

She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.

Ryū Murakami (via larmoyante)

#s;sanity

Another trip to Seoul so soon could have proven disastrous. She was already on the brink of another one of her episodes of paranoia, and right now her fingers itched to tear past the fleshy eyelids and savagely clasp around the eyeballs of anyone who dared to even look at her, before tearing them out, optic nerves and all. Yet her muscles trembled, along with the one in her mouth, and she found herself stuttering madly as she pointed at the empty seat beside the stranger on the bus, only wanting to go home after an unsuccessful trip that bore nothing. Heck, she'd forgotten why she even went there in the first place. "E-excuse me -- is this seat take--taken?"

Too many new faces meant that change was occurring at a far quicker pace than Seolhyun was comfortable with. She liked it slow; nay, would rather have it not occur at all. The loss of Jieun's motile form was enough change, and she didn't need to go through the hassle of memorising the faces she hoped to kill in the future. But it wouldn't hurt to be friendly -- she liked catching them off-guard like that. "How are you finding the academy so far, new girl?" she asked bluntly, wondering if that in itself was friendly enough. In fact, she even smiled innocently, just for show.

#serrixdemigod #starter;#s;post

The togetherness of people made her cringe. Now that she killed the only anchor she had to rationality -- or, as she liked to think of it, the gatekeeper of the confines of her insanity -- it was much easier to think such free thoughts. Insanity did not render her dumb; in fact, she was convinced that her mind was sharper. A better awareness of her surroundings, perhaps, indicated that the face she saw in the gardens was not very familiar. He must be new. Her footsteps were quiet as she approached him, fingers curled around the straps of her bag. "You're new?" she asked without preamble, wanting only to confirm her suspicions.

#jasperxdemigod #starter;#s;post

younhime

"Having more hands will always be helpful." She says, not really sure what else to say. "Maybe, you can have more hands then you’ll have all the help you need." The blonde suggests, kind of regretting that she said that.

"More hands!" she repeated happily. "Gr--eat idea! E-Except not many hands are meant for carrying things. Yours, for example, seem...fragile, although I haven't -- haven't had the chance to touch them. I bet they'd seem more like helping-other-people hands, rather than..uhm...carrying-things hands."

#younha demigod #s;int

—-The other’s question made him puff his cheeks out—wow was his light’s mannerism’s seeping in through his own—head still cradled by folded built arms. “Well I’m sorry, Princess. Not everyone has the power to kill and suffocate with one look.” An underlying bitterness ran in his tone, not exactly impressed at the other’s methodologies of killing. It was not his fault his light was born as a child of the Sun, whose powers were focused more on life than on death. “Some of us had to dirty our hands—and trust me, it’s more satisfying.” He was surprised at the pout she gave, almost kissing those tiers then and there, his banal instincts quite getting the best of him that night. That is, until a crowd of whooping and cat calling boys interrupted their small stroll, and the sentient alter already felt his blood beginning to boil at his companion’s actions. “What are you….” With a swift move, he inched closer, his hand defensively wrapping around the other’s petite shoulder, those argent hues of his giving a deathly glare at the men that neared their vicinity. “Just what exactly are you planning to do, Princess?”

She smiled coyly -- which she seemed to have a habit of doing nowadays. "Not everyone can be a -- a princess like me," she quipped, eyes remaining upon the approaching crowd of boys who eyed her. She could be desirable. Could be, if she tried; and she was definitely trying. Even though Silver pulled her closer, it didn't seem to deter the males that approached them, and she even rubbed her bare legs together to draw the attention of the testosterone-fueled group that quickly neared them. Perhaps they didn't know the danger that Silver posed, but Hyun was looking for a group of people to kill tonight, and what better way to start than killing this band of men? "Watch," she muttered under her breath, expression feigning distress as she weakly attempted to push him away for show. "AH! S-stop touching me!" she protested, loud enough for the boys to hear. She always did like when they thought that she was the victim. It was fun catching nearly everyone off-guard.

Jongsuk should be scared. He should be screaming his lungs out by now, clutching at his temples to try and keep the sentient alter at bay. But no. Aside from an itching want to puke at the sight of a dead body now afflicted with rigor mortis, he bore no emotions of fear upon hearing the girl’s sentiments. In fact, he felt the most peculiar emotion of pity, a searing compassion that pushed down the silver that dared to creep up onto his amber eyes. “I told you, I’m not Silver. It’s Jongsuk.” His tone was weak, possibly from swallowing up the bile that wanted to projectile shoot out of his throat, but his arms were unconsciously wrapping around the girl that rested upon his chest. He kept his eyes away from the sight, instead fixing them upon the girl his deranged alter had let live, and the only survivor who knew of his dreary existence. “Why did you do it?” It was almost a whisper, as he shifted under her weight to ease into a posture. “How did you feel after?” His fingers tangled themselves upon her hair, the motions they were doing too close to a soft caress. Killing sisters were not normal, and anyone who did it should let his alarm bells ring, but for some reason it only made him feel sorry for the other. “How does it feel to kill?” All he knew was that it felt incredibly bad after.

Jongsuk. Ugh. No, it was too awkward to call him as such. To do so would be to acknowledge that Silver would remain a sentient alter forever, and she did not want that. Not at all. She didn't know if the dark counterpart of this all-too-light boy could hear her now, but she did hope that he could. Maybe this way, Silver would believe that he did exist, even if he only existed in the reality of someone so utterly demented that the murder of her own twin sister only brought relief, not grief. "Wonderful," she answered almost wistfully, not minding the soft gestures, although being unnerved by them. She was almost (almost) afraid that Silver would come out right then and pull upon her locks again. The idea itself excited her, made her shift her position above him. "I felt wonderful after. Killing is great. Like -- like -- like relieving stress. Like..uhm...a-an outlet."

ಊ arson, murder, & drunkwalking *: sh ٢ sv ☞

—-The drunken scoff that escaped his lips was called for, the ridiculous haughtiness that came from the girl an unexpected one to say the least. “Ah, you’ve become more assertive now, huh?” His tone still carried its abrasive mockery, yet the girl should now know that that baritone could not do anything else. He fixed her up against his broad shoulder, not really feeling much of her weight, yet he really had no plans of letting her fall—only because he thought it would be too much of a hassle to bend down and pick her up when that happened. “I guess my nicknames are now sticking, Princess. This rogue can’t do anything but—hic!” A badly timed hiccup, and he could’ve almost punched the last person who passed by. “—We’ll see what I can do.” In spite of all the wooziness he felt, he still managed to catch the bottle with a smooth gesture, only to spit out the green poison he was swigging at the girl’s sudden outburst.”Then why didn’t you say so?” With a hasty turn that almost caused the other’s head to hit a lampost, he turned towards the disgustingly pink shop, squatting down in front of the entrance as an invitation for the girl to climb down on her own. “Got your knife with you, Princess? There’s no one in here—how about we say that the chef is on break to play with us, huh?”

#ljsdemigod #s;int #silver;#p: arson murder and drunkwalking

Assertive. Another word that Hyun would never be associated with. Jieun was always there to keep her in check, the presence of her twin often being more of a burden than a source of comfort. Although Hyun sometimes found herself in her twin sister's bed, sharing her warmth and gaining a sense of safety from the stability of the habit itself, perhaps it was just the comfort of others she craved, rather than Jieun's. Out of the two of them, Hyun was decidedly the sane one -- or so she thought, at least. "I like the things I like to stick around." Until I get bored of them. The thought itself was hastily flung to the side as he turned quite sharply, and she took her sweet time removing herself from his shoulder when he crouched in front of the shop. "Of course I have my knife with me," she mumbled drunkenly, swaying on her feet before landing a weak punch to his arm. "So -- are we going inside or not? And can we not get any blood on the cake? Jiji says it doesn't taste nice on icing."

#hoseok demigod #u done fcked up #hoW'D U MISTAKE ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE I'M CRY #ooc #tbd

#i haven't been in this acc for a while so uhm #like for a starter? ;u;#ooc #tbd

——”You sure?” One could swear that the snicker that escaped his lips was almost jovial, a bit of the original sun possibly leaking out under the broken subconscious. Silver rubbed at his shoulder, probably just to humour the girl, as he didn’t really feel any sort of pain from the playful jab. “But I think you would need knees if you ever want to beat me. Fingers are nothing, but whole bodies need legs to chase after them.” Argent hues rolled at her backwards jog, scoffing a little as he passed her by with a few long strides. It was an advantage being tall: one, it gets you places, and two: it can get on the shorter person’s nerves. “Really now?” There was a skip to his prance, the boy doing a 180 turn so he could point at the girl, before tucking his hands beneath his head. He reeked of nothing but mischief, and the smile he wore practically dripped with it. ”I think you’re the slowpoke, slowpoke.”

"But why chase after bodies when you can just make 'em drop d-dead?" she asked, coy smile as bright as his expression, no matter how deranged they must seem right now. She was more annoyed by the fact that he beat her even in this, and pouted lightly at his playfulness (no matter how much it pleased her to have a playmate such as this, who wasn't afraid of hurting her, and who didn't seem to perceive her as a porcelain doll). Her tiers parted once to convey a witty remark of some sort, yet was harshly cut off by the whooping and whistling of a group of passing boys, who seemed quite enamoured by the sight of her from the other side of the road. She stopped in her tracks and waved cheerily at them, before beckoning them with a finger, aware of Silver's presence still, yet dismissing it for her interest in the strangers that now approached.