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[connorist]

Hey dear.

Ah, the lost girl. Don't ever think I caught your name. Did you find your way?

[connorist]

I've still got two more drabbles to attend to, I'll try to shoot those out soon. In the meantime, I'll be chilling on aim.

[connorist]

selentieun replied to your post:

[ Yo. I’ma reply to this on a separate post when I’m not lazy and dozing off, alright? Okay - u -

[ Hell ye, I'll look forward to it, aha. Rest well.

[connorist]

“Where'd you get that?” ( ` drops this and skips away now )

muse's reaction to: "where'd you get that?"

Busying himself during the day was nearly impossible. An hour past noon, the inhabitants of the city busy going about their regular routines. He hadn’t adapted to one yet — being unemployed and without purpose,  there was no need for a routine, and the male didn’t particularly want one either.

A sigh passes his lips as he sets the plastic cup against his lips again, allowing the bitter taste of coffee to spread on his tongue. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but it was too early in the day for alcohol and no other drink would grant him alertness. He had been up nearly all night, squeezing in an hour or two of sleep before he was awoken by maintenance that were attending to a leak in his apartment.

Dark optics scan the area that his brief walk outside of his apartment complex had brought him before shifting towards a bench. He hadn’t failed to acknowledge the female sat on the other end. Pale skin with long, dark tresses — a beauty, undeniably. A moment’s stare longer and he averts his attention away, down to the mobile device held in his palm.

“Where'd you get that?”

The words strung into the inquiry were light in tone, twisted with curiosity. He turns his head towards her, knowing that the look would clarify just what she was referring to.

Her dark orbs were fixated on his upper arm, exposed by the baring material of his t-shirt. Along his skin danced a rather lengthy scar, completely healed but still blatant amongst the rest of the unscathed skin.

His lips twitch with mild amusement before parting to answer.

“Happens when you’ve got great reflexes and can manage to dodge a bladed knife coming for your chest.”

His chin tilts down in a short nod, his gaze faltering from the scar back to the female’s orbs, then dancing along her features before musing another sentence.

“Battle wounds, you know. Got any?”

[connorist]

“It's 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

muse's reaction to: "it's 4 in the morning, is everything okay?"

Wanderlust ends with the return to his apartment, trodden steps entering the door, kicking off his shoes and heading to his bedroom. It was a quarter to four in the morning — the male had spent his night wandering the streets of Seoul, the redlight district rarely failed to entertain him.

Now laying on his bed, head tilted towards the ceiling and shirt thrown off to the side, his arms were folded behind his head. He was craving something more. He had a short fix of intoxicants, a few drinks still dancing with their poison in his blood, he could feel it.

Still, he wanted more.

Something more desirable, more pleasurable. The warmth of another individual laid in his bed, perhaps. The pair engaging in games through the early hours of the morning, testing each other’s patience. 

He wanted to play.

And he wanted a particular female to engage in the activities with. One that had dyed her hair a blonde color but was blessed with intriguing green eyes — she was captivating, there was no denying it.

He shifts to fish for his phone in his pocket, unlocking the device to scroll through the contacts. It was only two nights prior to this one that he received her number, his finger hovering over the contact name she was filed under.

Lumi.

He clicks on it, a monotonous sound echoing into his ear as the call connects.

“It’s four in the morning, is everything okay?”

The inquiry laced with concern causes him to chuckle lowly. Somehow, he had forgotten that this wasn’t a common hour for most, but that didn’t deter him from his original purpose.

“Were you asleep?”

He only allows a beat to pass for him to take in a breath, though not enough for her to respond to the question.

“I want you to come over.”

[connorist]

“I know you know who I am.”

muse's reaction to: "i know you know who i am." ft kiyomi & connor.

Slow flutters of eyelids, all motion heavy and difficult. He’s slumped up against the brick surface behind him, fingers rimming against the opening of the alcoholic beverage placed between his legs.

He’s gone.

Eyes bloodshot, heartbeat perilously slow, words threatening to slur against his tongue every time he speaks. The resilient smell of cannabis continues to linger around them although their third and final joint had been killed about twenty minutes ago, topped off with alcohol. Crossfaded. The mixture of the two poisons was all it took for both to dance along the edge of consciousness.

He was enjoying her company — before they were inebriated beyond the point of sense and even now that they were incapable of speaking much further. The conversation was profound, but he questioned her. Such a fragile, feeble looking female, exposing secrets he doubted she was capable of.

But with each revelation of hers, he matched with one of his own. A common ground walking on sin.

“I know you know who I am.”

The words are spoken quietly, albeit saturated in credence. He manages to roll his head to the right, his gaze, hooded and blurred, focused on the female beside him. A twitch heightens the corner of his lips, a lazy smirk appearing on them.

Perhaps it was her current state — intoxication always amplified vulnerability. Regretting exposing the information to him, pondering on if he was out for her; it was what he assumed with her accusation.

“Mm…” He then pauses for a beat, drawing in a breath to prevent his tongue from tripping on itself.

“Kiyomi. Twenty.”

“Runaway.”

“Criminal.”

Prior to this night, he knew nothing of her. They hadn’t crossed paths, not from what he could remember. Though a single night wasn’t enough to fulfill the curiosity that was piqued, he questioned whether this was where the path would start and end.

He thinks he nods with the final word, but it results in a brief tip of his chin, if anything. A heavy limp is lifted, a single finger dragging down along the length of her jaw, descending to where the brown of her hair fades into an orange. He twirls the strand of hair around his finger before his arm is slowly retracted.

“That’s what I know. That’s all I know.”

“Tell me more.”

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[connorist]

"Hm.. No, they're real." She nodded her head once. "My hair is dyed though." She stated.

"Figured, and that's why I said you're special. Green eyes are a rarity around here." A short nod and he runs his hand through his hair, a deep breath parting from his lips before he speaks again. "The blonde compliments the green, though."

[suyeonj-deactivated20140906]

As she sat herself down on her suitcase, she kept her eyes on her white device. Nothing, time was ticking past the time she had sent those messages to him. Still nothing and it was all she was getting. She felt herself get annoyed, almost as if she felt like pressure was adding onto her body that it was about to cause her to explode. Pressing her fingers against the screen, she let a low growl slip out before standing up without any other thought of waiting any longer.  Thirty minutes later after the wait she at the airport, she was home. Not the one she would usually return to but rather the one that was far from human interactions. Her real home. Giving no second thought about Connor showing up late = or not - at the airport-. If she knew him well, he was most likely sleeping in after a night out doing whatever the hell he did best but who knew.

She threw her sunglasses into her bag before walking up to the hallway mirror, looking at the black and white reflection, she was annoyed at her own appearance. As dark as the woods that surround her home, those were her eyes. Black. Her hair was out of place— Vibrations against the marble surface of her dining table were louder than ever. Snapping out of her irritation, she stared towards the direction of the sound before taking long strides to reach it. A familiar contact photo appeared as she scoffed automatically.  Sliding the green to the right, she raised an eyebrow and sat herself down on her bar stool, resting her elbow on the surface. Listening to his voice, she couldn’t help but scoff silently. It was almost unbelievable that he would even dare say that to her. You should have reminded me. She mimicked his words out but replacing the Korean language with English. Her words were  Please. When did I have to start reminding you. Give me your phone next time and I’ll set all the damn alerts and shit for you, you little brat. She hissed at the end before running her fingers through her locks, clicking her tongue a few times to relax.  Now be a good boy and come over. I haven’t seen you in forever. 

[connorist]

Between her mocking and words of displeasure, the male brings the cigarette back between the tiers that were curved into a smirk, taking in a drag and only releasing the breath when he wanted to respond. "You know I ain't got the mind capacity to remember shit over long periods of time, spare me." The amusement wasn't lost in his tone, in fact it had become more evident, but he was hoping the playful nature would make for a lighter atmosphere. "Wouldn't have hurt to ring me up before you got on the flight, aye." 

Taking in her suggestion, he leans into a further relaxed stance against the railing of the balcony, a single arm folded against his chest. "I'll be good and come over, only if food's on you, my fridge is empty." He holds the cancerous stick above the ashtray, flicking at its length to rid it of its ashes, then bringing it back to his lips, exhaling the smoke out moments later. "I'll be there in a half hour if nothing distracts me."

The shortened stick is then placed on the ashtray, alongside all the other exhausted smokes. He pushes himself off the railing and towards the door in which he slides open to grant himself access back into his apartment, the device still held to his ear. "Alright, let me go shower and shit, I'll be there soon." With that, he ends the call, throwing the phone against his bed before moving to the bathroom.

A quick shower, the brushing of his teeth and a brief comb through his hair is all his routine consists of before languid steps return to the bedroom, a pair of sweatpants and a casual t-shirt pulled over his frame. Routinely, he grabs the half empty pack of cigarettes and the mobile device, placing both in his pocket along with his wallet, the keys left on his nightside table held in his palm as he slips his feet into a pair of shoes. With that, he leaves his apartment, letting the door close and lock behind him, only a few short moments passing before he is inside his car, enroute to the female who had called for him.

[victoriallorona-deactivated2014]

Hair.. oh! The card. I didn’t read it before I picked it up. Figured it might be personal if it came from your pocket. -bows her head a little bit and takes the card from him to look at the information and then to look around for the nearest street sign- Hm, I’ll take it. But I can’t say that I know where it is. I’m not really familiar with the area. 

[connorist]

Nah, I've got no reason to be carrying around a business card. ( — with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, he hands the piece of paper over to the female. ) I'm not sure where it is either, but aye, if you try punching in that address into a navigator, it'll do the trick. Give it a try, pretty.

[connorist]

jvhyeon:

{´she smiles softly at the other, gazing up at him as she bows her head; It’s a pleasure, Connor.. Well I was just walking around here and I think I got lost.

( — lost, it was something he heard often from individuals around the area, it made him chuckle lowly at the fact. ) It's a complex town. Where you tryin' to go? 

[connorist]

Hey sir. {´waves her hand slightly;

( — he glances towards the source of the voice, assuming the call was for him; he meets the female with a short nod of his head, lips lifting at one corner. ) Connor's just fine, what brings this pretty little thing my way?

[connorist]

PETER PAN

Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age?

I’d say … 2465 years old? Something like that. ( — he shoots the female a knowing look, a smug wink following. )

[connorist]

The blonde watched the boy, her eyes on his sly smile. "Special?" She scoffed. "Nothing special about me."

His gaze stays focused ahead, a short laughter falling from his lips. “I don’t see many people that look like you.” He then picks his gaze up, turning his head back to look at her. “Unless those are contact lenses. Are they?”

[connorist]

Pinocchio

Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?

I left quite a significant watch back in L.A, I'd like to get it back but it's pretty damn impossible.

[connorist]

The Valiant Little Tailor

The Valiant Little Traitor: Do you think of yourself as brave?

Essentially, yes. The things I've endured are far more than those I've run from.

[connorist]

rapunzel, beauty and the beast.

Rapunzel: Do you like being outside?

Absolutely, can't stand being cooped inside for too long.

Beauty and the Beast: What makes a person beautiful in your eyes?

Aesthetically; soft, gentle features that give off an aura of innocence but not child-like either.