eternal warmth.

[chatheroine]

businessprince:

   Throughout the entire blissful honeymoon, never has he gone any further other than soft, yet provocative whispers of love to one another,  tender kisses on the lips, that would evolve into ones with much more passion that would leave the both of them breathless, hands clasping on to the other as if there was no one else in the world left behind. Nothing more but playful teasing ( at least, for Jumin’s part ) to watch his beloved become flustered, her face turning into many shades of crimsons and pinks, a rather adorable, yet amusing reaction for him to see. And only for him to see; a sense of pride always going through him overtime he manages to do so. 

      She was so pure, so sincere, he didn’t think it was possible to ever find someone as compassionate as her, who didn’t seek for fame, money, or let themselves be consumed by greed, to ever walk in his life. ( and how ironic, that he was so hungry to have her all to himself. )

     By the end of it, they were always meeting each other in the safe, peaceful spaces they found within each other, being too soon that they’ll doze off, anticipating to spend another day, and the days after, with their company.

    He wish to thank her over, over, and over again, for helping him untangle the threads that never ceased to increased. Admittedly, there was still much work to be done for the both of them, as there was a much more of a tangled mess than anyone could ever expect, from someone who’s supposed to be so perfect and untouchable. But he understood it would be a slow process, and even more so now that he sees, he wouldn’t be alone. ( not anymore. )

  His train of thought were to come to a halt, caused by his lover burying her face into his chest ( thanks to their blessed height difference ), feeling her hands grip on to his shirt, a process and sensation he became familiar with, and every time, he knew what was going through her mind.  

    A smirk. He could have her be at his mercy, as he knew what she was trying to ask. But where was the fun in that ? After all, he promised her that he’d allow her to make all the decision from now on. 

  “ Hm ~ ? What is it, dear ? “ He cooed, keeping his calm, yet loving composure with the woman. His arms would make their way up wards to her upper back, as if to put her in a hold where she wouldn’t be able to escape. 

   “ Don’t be shy with me~. You can tell me whatever you want, whatever your heart desires, i’m all yours to listen. “ He says in a low, husky whisper, being the only ones who exist in the world for him.

          She should’ve known this was going to happen.

          She had endured the past few days of his endless barrage of being sweet to her, whispers of love, showers of compliments and sensual kisses shared between them that left her breathless, her head spinning as if she was caught within his unending cycle of love. Her heart had never beat so fast before than it had within the span of this week, heart never been so full with love. His teasing of her feelings and emotions had her flustered and on edge the entire span of their honeymoon - there was only so much a girl like herself could take without feeling somewhat needy.

          He teased her so much. . . but at the same time he was still so sweet to her. Only he could make her emotions rise and fall so easily, as if he was a magical entity and she was underneath his spell. In the same sense, she could be compared to one herself, his seemingly cold personality giving way to his true feelings for her and his own deliverance ( his winter turning to spring ).

         While they had made it past this stage, Sora still wanted to know him even more, to only further . She would be there for him no matter what, his primary mental and emotional support, like a talented seamstress the way she dealt with the tangled threads of his mind.

         Courage mustered up from the deepest parts of her soul, scraping against the insides of her shy shell she wore by instinct whenever Jumin teased her as such. Felt his arms come up, she could hear him smile as he spoke to her. Of course he was enjoying this, but she wouldn’t give up so easily - it would just take a bit of inner strength on her part to speak up.

         Would grip his shirt even tighter, newly found courage allowing her to look up at the other ( blush already starting to creep on her face at the way he spoke to her ), usually pursed lips pressed themselves against in nervousness, parting to speak.

         ` . . . . . . . I - I want to go. . . f - further than kissing tonight. . . . ` There! It was purest way she could put it, not wanting to seem too needy or lewd to the other. A blush as the girl turned her eyes away from him ( admiring the ground of the large, carpeted hotel room ), purposely trying her best not to meet his eyes or his gaze. It was much too embarrassing for the maiden to handle.

[chatheroine]

businessprince:

     It wasn’t as if her words fell on deaf ears, as he remembers with crystal clear memory of her sharp gasps and holding back her sudden urge to cry out. He could still remember the way his hold on her tighten in return, to keep her hold still and support her body for he knows it wouldn’t be too long till she gives out. The way he brought her warm body closer to his throughout the act was something he knew a bit too well from before. It was almost pleasant.

      And he most defiantly recalls giving in to his agonizing hunger, just minutes before he whispered in her ear, ‘ forgive me. ‘

    Her movements were sudden and frantic, quickly moving away from the vampire who was perhaps a little too close ( he wasn’t famous for having a good balance of personal space and a cold distance ),  in a state that only a person in a panic would think about. But even so, he hasn’t moved an inch, much less flinch from her reaction.  His posture remains unchanged, including the pair of eyes from the vampire and feline didn’t lose their sight on the girl. She had taken a liking to this stranger, explaining why she always bothered her whenever the chance was out in the open. 

      And perhaps Jumin did too. As he couldn’t help but wonder how she was going to react next. Even with his cold treatment towards her, she still made an effort to visit and at least attempt to converse with the vampire, and even kept Elizabeth company whenever she pleaded so. ( despite his protests. )

      It was foolish, yet, interesting. Perhaps that’s why they ended up where they’re at now. 

     “Yes ?” An expression worn that was an odd expression of patience and impatience combined, his free hand being used to scratch behind the fluff ears of his feline.

   He knew he had some explaining to do, but in order to explain, he must receive a set of questions to clear up first. 

     “ Don’t keep me waiting, now.”

A gulp was taken, as if to quell the girl’s inner storm and jumble of words within, a somewhat annoyed expression on her face at how impatient he seemed with her. As if he had any right to feel as such, not just after what had occurred! How was she supposed to feel? Memories recalled her suddenly not seeing him in the hallway even though he had previously appeared before her there, a soft whoosh of air and the presence of another behind her - words of apology whispered before the painful feeling of her soft skin being pierced.

She didn’t want to believe it, but it could really only mean one thing. He was a —

` V — vampire. You’re a vampire? ` the words didn’t feel real in her mouth, her mind still trying to grasp the concept of him being real, him existing before her ( hence her posing her mental discovery as a question ). She paused, her mouth starting to finally catch up with her speeding thoughts, sweat making strands of hair stick to her face as she shook her head.` H — how is any of this even possible? This can’t be real. `

His somewhat intense stare had her frozen before, but the fire within her melted that ice within her form. A loud scoff at his aura as she properly sat upright, torso resting on bent knees as her hands tightly balled the sheets. A single hand raised to graze over the holes once more, the chills still filling her nerves — but she couldn’t help it.

` H — how could you bite me like that? It really hurt. . . I could have died from blood loss! You could have just told me what you were! Why did you only wait until now to tell me? I thought you living this in such a giant house with only a cat was strange, but this is just — `

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    He figures he has a lot of explaining to do.

   In his defense, he didn’t want anyone to bother him to begin with, much less have his identity exposed for the world to know. 

   The reason why he allowed the woman to freely come in and out of his massive mansion, was something he couldn’t simply put into words. Many times have she attempted to start a conversation with the man, and rarely had he even bothered giving responses that would last more than a minute between them. Often would Elizabeth leave his lap instantly the door creaks, and be with her, causing a storm of lividness and fumes wrap around his head. She was a bit of a nusiance,  must he be honest with himself.

     And yet, he never brought it to himself to ban her away, despite how he felt.

    Was it curiosity ? A strange interest of sort ? There was no denying that the white feline purposely led her to his home, much to his panic on where did she disappear of too. ( and was that one of an eventful welcome. ) He suppose he could admit he wanted to know why did she bring her here, of all people, of all times. 

    Can’t be because of his loneliness. Or his hunger. 

    A complete lie on the latter. A picky eater he was, along with his attitude of not wanting to be bothered by people, there was only so much animals can provide for him, granting they didn’t taste completely revolting. ( For the most part, they did. )   It’s how she ended up fast asleep on a bed he hadn’t used in so long, two bite marks clearly visible on her exposed neck, once she got to close and he wasn’t able to take it anymore. Even after she soon lost conciseness in his arms, he was no fool. He knew he must attend her wound, and lay her down somewhere to rest. He could already sense a storm from a mile away.

     For what it was worth, he was at least satisfied.

    The sheets ruffle, suddenly the bed of hair moving around as if to understand their surroundings. 

   “ Finally, You’ve awaken. “ 

[chatheroine]

A groggy first start, her mind wandering the archives of memories past before settling upon the alarming realization of what happened prior to her entering the confines of sleep. Her head quickly arose as she hastily sat upright, as if the same unexpected shock she had felt in that moment between the owner of the mansion ( as his fangs plunged past her delicate skin to obtain their liquid desires ) had jolted her once more. In the same breath as she had quickly risen up, she winced, the pain of being bitten still fresh on her neck. A hand raised by instinct to feel the injury, a chill running down her spine at the hole of two bite marks encrusted in her neck. It really had happened. Memories of the girl trying to communicate with him flashed into her mind, another shiver at the actions that had come next.

She suddenly recalled the fleeting warnings of the villagers ( words of warning that went both in and out of the curious gal’s ears ) about there being a dangerous presence in the forest. Thought those to be nothing but tall tales to scare children, but here she was. And the culprit was sitting right beside her.

“ !!! ”

Gripped by several differing emotions yet all strong their level of intensity ( anger, confusion, fear ), she grabbed the covers of the wide bed to herself, making somewhat of a instinctual escape to the far corner of the bed away from the other. She was ready to bolt out of here altogether if she needed to. Thoughts of protest, of annoyance at what he had done tried to become words ( her mind a mess of them, and thoughts and questions ). Her eyes and mouth shook as he sat before her, words trying to properly voice themselves, but failing in their attempt.

“ Y - y - y - y - ou— ”

[chatheroine]

businessprince:

  Not many things personally agitate the instructor, but a lack of trust was something that always aggressively tugged the strings of his heart, as there was nothing else in the world he held so dear near to him, and finds it hard to forgive and forget when it’s not taken seriously in any account.

   For what many don’t understand, that the art of ballet is a wonderfully difficult, form of dance to master, to a point that it’s so delicate, that a simple slip up on stage in front of a giant audience is enough to tarnish the name, the moves, and not to mention, put their entire career and passion at stake and make it seem like it was all for naught. It was not often he’s able to find someone who he truly connects with, a chemistry rare to find in all sorts of art medium in the world, and god forbid he’s going to let go of his student, with so much talent waiting to be released from her mere body, and he will do all he can to make sure her full potential is released out to the world. 

     But, perfectionism isn’t without its flaws. Critical, nit-picky, harsh, and even a misdirect sense of pride gets in his way of forming any special bond and trust with the people he’ve experienced with in his years, and he normally didn’t bother to give a care in his lifetime, as long the performances went as smoothly he wanted them to go. And yet, this woman has him completely awestruck and curious on what she has to hold not for him, but for herself. Even more of a reason to practice till his very own bones ache, till his soul screamed for the heavens to have mercy on them.

     Perhaps he has something to learn from her as well. 

    A faint smile tugged at his lips, a sense of pride filling inside of him as he sees the girl regain her confidence in her posture,  quickly examining her for what felt like hours till the days end.

      She looked much more beautiful, he thought. Like a swan preparing to lift her wings into the air, and let the moonlight shine down on her.

     All within a span of seconds, no hesitation in his body, his dark digits met with the surface of a delicate waist, trusted with the palms of his hands, he wasted no moment to lift her very figure into the air in the precise moment, his legs quick to position themselves to support him and the woman, creating a beautiful allusion of love and grace, a view both breathtakingly beautiful, and heartbreaking for the romantic, fragile heart. It was within that moment, did he feel honored that they both managed to finally execute the lift like he wanted to, feeling as if he just won a prize of some sort; a prize of helping someone unlock more of their potential.

        It was kind of exciting. 

       “ You did well.” After holding her in the air for a time being, he gently made his way upwards and lowered the girl to ground level, just so they wouldn’t awkwardly collide with each other. 

     But, instead of lowering the girl to stand on her feet, with the help of the sleek floor,he managed to dip her as if he were to drop her– successfully catching her with a quick whip of her hand, making direct eye contact, in much to her amazement.

     “ In a play, you must fall as if you were a doll falling from a shelf, loose, soft, and most importantly of all– vulnerable. You have to give your partner full trust for them to catch you before you hit the ground, especially if either one of you make a slip up and need to act quick. “

    He lifts her closer to his face, nearly touching. 

    “ Do you still trust me ? “

She found it easy to connect with other partners through the dance, however trusting her partner was different story - especially due to some of the prior incidents she had experienced in the past. People were so much more sensitive than they seemed, yes, but the industry was very cutthroat. She had watched in awe as many so called friends abandoned each other in favor of rising to new heights, crushing the backs of their allies in order to further themselves and their own career. Trust under any sort of condition was difficult, but she had to learn to leave that behind once the stage lights came on.

The aura of a swan, a world-famous dancer shifted back to just Sora as the practice performance ended, a feeling of joy mixed in with the adrenaline of being carried and twirled by the other. Dark locks swaying, in her face as she lightly smiled down at the other - specifically at his compliments of praise. Was proud that she had accomplished as much today, to hear that she had accomplished it when she set her mind to it was a relief. A breathy grin as hands came up to slide her hair out of her face, chest still heaving as she breathed in and out from the effort she had put into the dance.

` Thank you. I couldn’t have accomplished it without you. `

 Everything that came next was a blur of sorts, the girl being completely caught off guard by his next actions, so much so that she didn’t even have time to react and allowed herself to be moved by him. “ ! ” A light gasp as she found herself within his gasp, tightly gripping onto him in an effort to keep herself from falling completely. The slightest bit of heat swept the delicate girl’s cheeks as his face appeared directly before her own, steady heartbeat from the energy spent in the dance only furthering accelerating in this moment - the sound filling her eardrums. her not yet uttered words of protest and shock were cut off by his own, explaining something as if the lesson wasn’t quite over yet.

All that being said, it wasn’t as if she didn’t trust him - her limbs and heart still vulnerable from the previously completed dance. A small gulp in order to answer, her eyes unwavering despite inner emotions felt. ` Of course. . . isn’t that my duty to your role? `

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      It seem like a spur of the moment to anyone who weren’t the newly wedded couple; the man dashing off to marry the woman who thawed his frozen heart, slowly, yet, quickly falling in love with every single interaction they’ve had with each other. It was a new experience that never did he think once in his dreams would he have the privilege to happen to him, so exciting and warming, that he absolutely refused to let it escape from his grasp anytime soon. It happened one too many times for his tragedy-filled heart, he wasn’t sure himself if he could handle another before it erupts into flames, burning himself down into ashes. ( and is he blessed to have someone to reassure him, that he has nothing to lose, and to worry. )

     It wasn’t anything surprising for the couple to immediately plan where they should go for their honeymoon after the uproars of their wedding have calmed down, Jumin specifically having it mapped out so no one would disturb them during their trip. He wanted to go somewhere far from Korea and the public for a while, to establish further of their relationship with each other, to further explore the deepest parts of their soul, while laughing and beaming at the sight of each other, a genuine love to last a lifetime.

   Within their time together, a destination of his beloveds choice, their days have been filled with laughter, joy, and intimacy from both parties, a love so pure and heartwarming, they wished that this moment of their lives wouldn’t come to an end soon. ( but they both knew they eventually have to go home, hand in hand, living their life with each other in their minds and hearts. )  

    It was that daunting thought in his mind that have him find his hands around his lovers waist, pulling her closer to leave a kiss on her forehead, eyes full of love for the beautiful woman before him.

 “ Did you have fun, my love ? “ 

    He wish to give her everything, as simple as it sounds. From the wedding dress, the location of the wedding, and to the picking of her ideal honeymoon place, he let her have everything, anything to see the smile on her face last as long as it can, as if keeping the sunshine alive in this world. 

    But is it selfish to say it’s not enough for him ? He wish to give her everything– his mind, heart, and body. But he is a gentlemen, he will wait for her to ask instead. 

[chatheroine]

Naturally, it was an understatement to say how radically her life had changed in the course of just a few days - but there would be no complaints from the girl to be heard. Her life before Jumin was extremely ordinary, the mundane in and outs of her personal activities that kept her afloat in the world that revolved around money. And yet, something that seemed like a dream, a distant reality in the endless worlds of possibilities had happened. Even now as she pondered the past and everything that had happened, it still didn’t seem real. The only thing that she could easily have a understanding grasp on was her feelings towards the other, the way Jumin had spoken to her heart, her determined desire to want to help him untangle previously tangled threads in his mind.

Of course, she worried that other’s opinions of her might be steered towards comparing to that of a gold digger of sorts, one that had seduced Jumin into sharing this wealth with her, the like. Speculation to where she came from exactly was expected, the press turning into a whirlwind of sorts concerning details about Sora. But it almost felt as if the outside world didn’t matter in the slightest bit, her heart being so caught up in this real fantasy of love with him. She truly felt like a princess from another world, a world that used to seem very far off from her - but he had birthed her into this miraculous reality, into feelings of warmth and love. And she couldn’t thank him enough.

Thoughts of their excitement-filled day of traveling, seeing the sights and just enjoying each other’s company. The sights of London were breathtaking, today being the cherry on top for the last day of their trip as they visited various locations in the historic countryside of the island. She would be sad to leave this heaven, but as long as she would continue to remain by Jumin’s side - that was enough for her. A small gasp as her underwater thoughts were shattered by the sudden arms felt around her waist, him completely filling her vision as she entered the other’s arms, pink-haired head softly resting against his chest.

His warmth, his smell immediately had her at peace, her own arms coming up to rest in the closed space between them.

“mm, I did. Today was so wonderful.”

Their time together truly had been amazing. . . though it all felt incomplete somehow. She couldn’t help but feel as if there was more that he wanted her to do for him. . .their vacation had been otherworldly levels of fun and amazement, but she her heart held in suspense from the very beginning of their week at the elephant in the room ( this was their honeymoon after all! She had a faint idea of what was supposed to happen and yet— ). Her steady heart raced almost every night when they would return to the hotel, her senses heightening and becoming ever more aware of Jumin with every passing second until they slept. And now tonight was the last night. It’s not like she didn’t want it to happen, rather she was just nervous ( her heart jumping leaps and bounds within her chest even as she simply thought about it ).

A deep blush stained soft cheeks, and she was suddenly thankful for her height difference against him to use this opportunity to further bury her face into his torso so that he couldn’t see her expression. hands would turn into small fists, gripping his shirt in a completely flustered state ( as if to brace herself for his possible response ) of what she was about to ask of him.

“. . .S - So, Jumin. . . u - um. . . t - today is the last day our honeymoon. . . and, a - ah, c - could we — ?”

[chatheroine]

businessprince:

     His eyes widened slightly at his sleeping beauty slowly arise, her posture meeting his. Much smaller than he, she was so vulnerable; with her eyes drooping from sleep, her voice no louder than a hushed whisper, ( but clear only for him to hear. ) It was a perfect open opportunity to pull her in, and steal another kiss from her lips, making a path of marks trailing down her neck, to kiss her hand, as if he were a prince who have claimed his princess.

    But, he will not.

   Instead, he extends his free arm to brush away the loose strands that fell so gently on her soft features, brushing them behind her ear so he can have a better look of her. A better look of his wife.

     “ Did I wake you ? I’m sorry. You need to sleep, dear. “

    Despite it was only the two in the room, ( a room that once felt cold, hollow, enough to sting someone’s bones to the very core, now bloomed with warmth, and sincerity. ) he spoke in a hushed tone for the woman of his life to hear, wanting every word he said, reach to her ears, and hers only, instead of getting lost in the vacancy surrounding the soon to be wedded couple.

     “ You look so beautiful when you sleep. It makes me want to kiss you awake, and see your cute surprised face for me. “

    His smile, a mixture of slyness and gentleness, as his hand gently stroke against her cheeks to her chin, before retracting it back to himself.  

    Dreams weren’t something the business man was ever something he have the privilege of enjoying. Either he spent his nights in a fast sleep of never ending darkness, or memories being told over and over of his childhood, present day eve, that he wanted to forget and move on for so long, with all his heart.  But he knew deep down, he wanted someone as pure as Sora, to see his pain– the threads that have made too much noise in the back of his head as much he could remember.

    But now… she sees them. And he’s at peace at that, knowing that slowly, but surely, help them untangle them one by one.

                 Drowsy senses, booting up, but not too much to the point where she couldn’t return to her slumber stayed at the halfway mark, her head lazily slouching over to rest on her bent arms ( reveling in the warmth of him being beside her, nudging herself close out of pure instinct ), hands holding her head. She was still even trying to gain her senses, still somehow lost and drifting between reality and her dreams ( his warmth, his presence beside her completely throwing her off as to which ).

                  At least, until those words left his mouth and his soft touch was felt upon her cheek.

                  His touch on her skin is electricity that causes her to almost bolted upright immediately ( rather a light jump in her bones, shoulders lightly twitched ), still not used to such illuminatingly sweet words, like the light in the room had been turned on abruptly, waking her without any warning or concern. Her face felt hot and she knew it wasn’t just because of the warmth of the bed.

                   She’d bring her pillow closer to her face, hugging it so that it enveloped her face in an attempt to hide herself from him having to see her embarrassed reaction. Words were barely muffled ( half wanting him to hear and half not ), as if the pillow could be used to slow her beating heart.

                   “How am I supposed to sleep when you say something like that, hm? ”

                   Instinctively questioning look on her face now as she would hug-adjust the pillow to reveal her face, light tinge of pink - a shade that matched her pastel hair, one that he was indeed familiar with flushing her cheeks. He always made her so on edge like this, emotions rose and dropped as if he was some type of magical being - no, but this was simply his effect on her at work.

                     She could barely wait for tomorrow, bittersweet feelings of having to leave his side even for a day, but would be reunited in a glamorous setting with all her newly made allies in the RFA being the only upside. Needless to say, their time together had been amazing. Feelings of pride for him, that he had finally been able to unlock and have her to unload his emotions into, unto. To think that he had suppressed them for so long saddened her ( it couldn’t have been easy, and had it own negative effects on him ), but she had made the promise that his trials were over. She was there to ease his pain, to guide him through the darkness and into the light for her pure understanding of him.

                     A nuzzle into the side of his chest, happy feelings. “ mm….can’t we just stay like this a little while longer? I …. I wish morning would never come. ”

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     He wants to wake her. Wake her up with a kiss. Wake her up with a kiss, to see the surprised expression be worn across her features, to see who was the man who was able to wake her up, her beloved, her one and only. To be the only one who have the power to do so, to have all the control he could have.

      He doesn’t wish to ever let her get away.

      But… that wasn’t fair. He knew that.

     She looked so peaceful, calm, even vulnerable to be sleeping next to a man like himself, the very same man who wants to protect her from all possible dangers that the world held within itself, to protect her from all the dangerous possibilities that can rip her away from him. It was anxiety inducing, really. Despite the calm demeanor he managed to put up for himself, after getting everything cleared with his father, there was always a sense of panic lurking in the very depths of his heart, the threads in his mind taunting him to give in to his impulses.

      But to watch Sora keeping a slow and steady breath in her sleep, her long hair curling against the sides of her face as it were hugging her gently, her hands curled against the white pillows….. quickly ended the storm as soon as it started.

      It was the woman he loves. That finally at ease he can finally let her go home as soon the early morning comes, with full knowledge that she’ll come back to him on her own accord at the party, genuinely wanting to spend the rest of their lives together as a loving, warming couple.

     It was comforting as it was nerve-wrecking. It was why he wasn’t knocked out cold against his own pillow, instead watching the woman before him sleep soundly. It was hypocritical, he knew. To have her sleep in early to prepare for the upcoming days, only for himself not to be able to do the task himself. Hypocritical. 

     But…. It wasn’t too bad, he thought. He only hopes he doesn’t accidentally wake her up. He’ll fall asleep, eventually. 

[chatheroine]

              Lost in dreamland, her current life like a dream within a dream. Would her paradise ever end? Not when she was with the man who slept beside her. The short time she had spent with him felt like an endless paradise reflected in her current dreams, which were filled with color, life and warm feelings bursting with love. She never thought that taking that simple step into that apartment to help a stranger would end up with her in an apartment with a man who she had come to gradually love and cherish close to her heart.

            11 days had never moved by so fast and slow at the same time - slow as she was left in the apartment by herself, fast when she had been brought to his apartment to spend time with him personally. Mind’s eye would recap all of the sweet words he had said, heart feeling full with love ( a smile creasing itself on her face ). It was all so surreal, felt like she was on Cloud 9 with everything that had happened.

            A silent sigh as would turn herself on her side within the sky of her dreams (surrounding pillows, her clouds ), gently adjusting herself for extended comfort.

            The action alone awoke her from the dream, silence as she lightly opened her eyes to the darkness illuminated by a single beam of light from the moon shining through the large window of the apartment bedroom, waking up in the middle of the night subconsciously was somewhat of a natural habit for her - best to go back to sleep immediately as she rounded up the remaining fatigue within her system.

            That was, until eyes met with the man who had occupied said dreams.

            Calming surprise ( contrasting feelings that only he could make her feel ) as she glanced into his eyes, mind trying to register if he really was awake ( confirmed by the moonlight shining against his eyes, clearly ) She’d rub her eyes softly, groggy aura about her actions as she raised herself on her arms to halfway meet his upright posture. A small yawn, a pause before voicing her concern.

               ` … Jumin? You haven’t slept yet? `

[chatheroine]

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( pt 1 for @chatheroine :0) )

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[ohnoarno]

🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭

“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?” “Do I…know you?” “Have we met before?” “Are you sure I don’t know you?” “Your eyes are absolutely captivating.” “I don’t think we’ve met yet.” “May I have this dance?” “You look positively enchanting this evening.” “I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” “These skirts make it so hard to move.” “Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” “You look quite ravishing in that dress.” “You look quite handsome in that suit.” “Can I see your face?” “I don’t think you want to see my face.” “My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?” “Champagne?” “My feet are killing me.” “I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.” “I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.” “Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.” “Can you guess who I am under here?” “I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.” “I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?” “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who she is?” “Do you know who he is?” “You’re very light on your feet.” “Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.” “I’m a terrible dancer.” “Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!” “No one’s asked me to dance all night…” “I feel like I’m in a dream!” “Can we please go home? This is torture.” “How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?” “I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.” “You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.” “Can I cut in?” “I have to go.” “I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!” “Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”

[chatheroine]

well I guess, like this if you don't want me to unfollow you? I’ll be cleaning out my following list shortly to clean up here a bit.

[chatheroine]

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[chatheroine]

resetheroine:

ludaist:

im scared to talk to 100% of my mutuals for fear of rejection and also lack of ability to hold a conversation so if we;ve ever talked and i leave ya hangin kno its cause!! im shy!!!!!! n if we havent kNOW THAT I WANT TO IM JUST!!!!!! S H Y !!!!!!!!!!

[chatheroine]

은하수. dsfdsfd sorry I haven’t been able to be here as much!! my college break week was last week and I literally just procrastinated the whole time so now I really have to get my sorry butt into gear lmao. smash that heart for a small starter and I’ll do them once I get back from homework hell!

[rxgeant]

I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

[chatheroine]

rxgeant:

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them. 

[futabasendou]

Sonico with a ponytail （＿´ω｀）

[chintzygoth]