luciérnaga。

H /eych/ • (noun): ruthless hunter who claims to be detached of emotions, considered to be the living consequence of a forbidden romance ⚡

[demonhoya]

[seoulgallery]

”(…) delusion that the moment will last forever" — Krystal

[larmoyante]

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.

Friedrich Nietzsche

[g-y-u]

[thecrazydistrict]

No, you retarded piece of shit. It's Hoya who tops in HoGyu. Get your shit right.

[y3ol]

I’ll never leave your side again, it’s okay if you hate me who abandoned and left you.

Sunggyu - Destiny Lyrics (trans. by nocturnemelodies)

[woomeh]

[koto-mi]

　　　　　　　　　　　　　誰もがきっと心の どこかに 　　　　　　　　　　　隠された闇を持っているもの

　　　　　　　　　　Everyone surely has darkness 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Hidden somewhere in their heart

[demonhoya]

Greetings ■ Hoya ‡ Myungsoo

[deadmyung-deactivated20140808]

He was looking for something. To say it was an specific object that the library had plethora of would be stating the obvious and we wouldn’t want to appear ourselves as vertically-challenged from flair as politicians. Books were his best regard among his past and present time of his life. He'd never get bored of looking forward to a new topic, specifically one that would manage to break his brain out over things even the devil had failed to understand. And he wondered if the supposedly god in which the fallen acquaintance he had —- more than a simple acquaintance, in fact —- still blindly believed on after kicking her to the curve to earth, would be the only one to tell. But then if asked, rejection was an emotion that years fed, ever carved and buried six feet underground like couple of flaunting words, new clothes and a different hair cut desired to make it seem.

You were compelled to remember the last thing you wish you did. It was a scar that guaranteed to be engraved on your skin, past flesh and old broken vessels, screaming to switch your gaze and look at them: Possessive and jealous you’d waste your time on reading books, leaning against the backseat of the Incredibly comfortable wooden chair, pretending to be doing nothing when perhaps the smell of pages had marked already that fabricated over feathers they couldn’t be. Memory was such disdainful it.

Hog-tied to knuckle down anything but the mayhem of his thoughts, not to mention others’ that scrambled to be heard, the voice of the hunter dragged his feet from the table and grasp the book away his features. He locked eyes with him, stood still and replied once he dug on his mind they’ve met and talked before. Still, it accounted some sort of entertainment. Distraction if bringing some boats that yet to be steered in the fun direction. “What could be the reason of your outlooks, hunter?” The seizing glaze failed to appear discreet; smiliarities were hard to ignore. “Given up on howling over your little ex girlfriend?” He articulated the latter somehow flat-out, shattering his type was a hobby he took too much pleasure on.

[demonhoya]

“Given up on howling over your little ex-girlfriend?” 

His fingers tightened around the book, knuckles now pale and white. Confusion glinted in his dark brown orbs that stare upon the vampire. He had never told anyone in the academy about his past relationship. He didn't even speak of her at home, to his father or anyone who he considered a close friend which were a few. Seungho might have heard him whisper the woman's name once or twice when he had awoken from his recurrent nightmares but even then his roommate didn't know who she was or the story behind the name. 

Perhaps the vampire had gotten a hold of his notebook which angered him and he was suddenly overtaken by a sense of intrusion, uncomfortableness. He left his notebook in the drawer beside his bed and there was no way the vampire would be able to open the drawer without the key which he carried around in chain of his jeans. He could have easily opened the drawer, pulled the drawer out of his screws but he would have noticed. But he couldn't come up with a reason as to why the vampire would want to read through his notebook. He and the vampire weren't in bad terms. In fact, they had only spoken once before and it had been a civil conversation. He absolutely not caring for the other's presence and the vampire trying to continue a conversation with the hunter that had been concluded  the second he sat down in the seat beside him in the  theater. 

Then it occur to him that there were vampires and other creatures that could read minds. He had never crossed paths with one and the idea of someone being able to read minds wasn't too hard to believe. His grandmother had claimed to be able to read people's futures but he knew his grandmother was pulling everyone's legs. He wondered how strong the vampire's power was. He thought about her less now. She was a fleeting thought that came and went in the late hours of the night. He had slowly pushed her back into his subconscious. But the vampire knew about her.. Was he trying to figure out his weaknesses? For what cause?

"You will have to try harder." He told the vampire mentally as he set the book back in it's place.

[demonhoya]

-whispers- gyuya

Gyuya? [raises a brow] Is that a candy?

[musingtragedy]

Your eyes that are seemingly embarrassed but stare at me without a hint of shakiness, that kind of boldness. It’s just perfect.

[larmoyante]

All books are either dreams or swords. You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Amy Lowell, “Sword Blades and Poppy Seed”

[spirit-sunggyu-deactivated20140]

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[demonhoya]

[chandoo]

[deadmyung-deactivated20140808]

going somewhere hunter boy? /his voice echoes across the place, not even in the slightest having bothered to turn towards his direction previously/

[demonhoya]

/He stops walking completely upon hearing the other male's voice. Usually, it would irk him to be referred to as "hunter boy" for he had a name but he could care less anymore./ To hell.

[deadmyung-deactivated20140808]

/he skips classes like he always does and decides to go to the pool. Taking his jacket and shirt off as well as his jeans, he sits over the edge and places his legs inside the water. Letting out a sigh of boredom, palms resting aloft the surface/

[demonhoya]

/Changed into his dry clothing once again, the hunter appears from the male's changing room. He decides to stop fussing with his wet hair, throwing the towel in the large pile by the corner. His attention for a brief second or two shifts to the male sitting by the edge of the pool. Losing interest, he starts making his way once again to the exit./

[demonhoya]

-she sits, frozen; her body entirely locked and her skin porcelain to touch, perched on his bed with her arms outstretched, waiting for him to come back-

-he enters his room, momentarily taken aback by the woman on his bed but quickly recovers by throwing his jacket on his bed gently to land on her lap-