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hiatus

I know that I have posted regarding my hiatus before but right now, it’s probably going to be an indefinite one. It’s really sad to say that my muse for this character has dimished due to the lack of interactions going on and that is entirely my fault. I’m not going to drop this character because I have plotted with a few people already and I would still reply to their starters/responses. If you still wish to rp with this lame potato aka me, you can find me on my other accounts. I play both a general and an original character so you have a choice as to who you prefer interacting with. So yes, you can hmu via inbox if you still wish to keep in touch and I’ll tell you who I play but just know that I would not be as active here anymore. Also, feel free to unfollow if you want to. Have a nice day ;w;

#{ * watch the queue conquer ; }

hiatus

I know that I have posted regarding my hiatus before but right now, it's probably going to be an indefinite one. It's really sad to say that my muse for this character has dimished due to the lack of interactions going on and that is entirely my fault. I'm not going to drop this character because I have plotted with a few people already and I would still reply to their starters/responses. If you still wish to rp with this lame potato aka me, you can find me on my other accounts. I play both a general and an original character so you have a choice as to who you prefer interacting with. So yes, you can hmu via inbox if you still wish to keep in touch and I'll tell you who I play but just know that I would not be as active here anymore. Also, feel free to unfollow if you want to. Have a nice day ;w;

#{ * out of character ; }

lxckwolf-archive

Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

? my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊ a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

"You belong to me"

"I found you"

"I’m in jail"

"You make me so hot"

"I have to leave"

"Please don’t leave"

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that"

"What happened last night"

"We never tell anyone about this"

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day"

"Then go kill the bitch"

"I’m pregnant"

"You broke me"

"Don’t touch me"

"You can’t fix this"

"There’s nowhere we can hide"

"I’m not listening"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."”

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

#{ * ask and you shall receive ; }#{ I will get to replies okay I will #{ just.. give me another 8 more years

hiatus notice

hello, everyone! I'm sorry for the lack of activity here lately ;; since I'll be having my exams on Friday, I would have to take a mini hiatus from now onwards and hopefully resume everything by the end of this week. Till then, take care!

#{ * out of character ; }

prksmi-blog

She was pressed against the wall, turning her head to give the other a short glance along with a nod of her head. It was loud, there was no way she could’t n o t hear it at all.

❝ Yeah, I heard that. How are we going to get out of here? ❞

detriley-blog

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

【— Upon being asked such a question, her brown eyes flickered across the tiny space they were confined in. Given a choice, they would have never gone here but they were desperate for cover. Alas, the protection they sought couldn't seem to shelter them any longer as the stench of rot and decay wafted over their heads like a sign of impending doom.

❝ Got your knife with you? ❞

Her inquiry was brief but it held a thousand meanings; one being they'd probably have to fight their way out. —】

#prksmi #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;dead man walking ; }

flashan-blog

starter ⇝ ; play ball

[ ⇝ ] It’s late and Han knows he should be heading home by now. But it’s late and the weather is pleasant and the playground is deserted, and he has a ball.

For a moment he contemplates playing just by himself, because he’s used to it, he has the speed for it too, but there is the sound of sneakers on concrete in the distance, so he speedster hops off his head and throws the ball up.

“Hey!” He calls out, “wanna play?”

detriley-blog

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

【— Nyx had just left the field where she spent her time batting with a couple of her colleagues. Baseball was a game she had grown to love since her father was a huge fan of the Yankees back in New York and they used to play for hours in their yard. Of course, all of that changed after the divorce but her passion remained intact even after all of these years.

With the bat resting atop her shoulder, she made her way across the usually desolated playground only to find it occupied this particular night. Squinting, she could barely make out the form of a male running across the ground with a ball. She was just about to head to her car when she heard a voice calling out to her -- his, she presumed -- and halted.

A few seconds ticked by with her having an internal debate with herself until she finally came to a conclusion that it wouldn't hurt to go over and perhaps just watch him play instead of actually joining him in a game. Although there was a slight hesitation on her part at first, she eventually headed over. —】

❝ You alone? ❞

#flashan #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;undecided ; }#{ thank you for the starter!

carrionky-deactivated20181218

#{ * case files ; }#{ love this movie tbh #{ * reference;the iceman ; }

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

prksmi

❝ Hey, did you hear that? ❞

#prksmi #{ * ver;dead man walking ; }#{ let's just have a very vague and short starter OTL

"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

It had been a total of four days since she called in sick. Not once in her life had she ever taken a leave from work but her cold was getting the best of her and she couldn’t bear the thought of coming in with a runny nose and having to question suspects looking like an awful wreck. When she thought she would get better the following day, it seemed that the fates had struck up a deal to constantly prove her wrong. So that meant no detective work and no usual latte.

Since she couldn’t leave her apartment, she had decided to bury her nose in one of the novels she never quite had the time to finish. With a blanket wrapped around her frail frame, she was just about to lean back and make full use of her vacant time when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn’t expecting anyone so they would probably have to deal with her in her most relaxed state— sweatpants, a loose T-shirt and shoulder-length hair that hadn’t met a comb in days.

Emitting a soft groan, she got up and dragged her feet across the floor to get the door. Imagine her surprise to see a rather familiar face standing outside. No, he wasn’t someone she would actually call a friend; he was merely an acquaintance. They’d met at the coffee shop down below some time ago and struck up a conversation or two. Eventually, they became all too familiar with each other after a number of meetings that she even memorised his usual order.

Before she could even ask him what he was doing here, he gave her a smile and said, ❝ Someone said you didn’t feel well. You okay?❞

Now she hadn’t a clue as to who relayed this piece of information to him and she was about to address this as well when her eyes caught the sight of the two cups in his hands. Was that—

Shaking her head to get herself to focus — the cold had somehow turned her into a completely different person what with her short attention span and the recurrent headaches — she shot him a smile of her own, a meek one at that, and replied, ❝ Of course, I am. Whoever told you that? ❞

But just as she finished her sentence, a sneeze escaped from her; not once, not twice, but thrice. Seeing how she couldn’t linger by the doorway any longer, she stepped aside and opened it wider for the male.

❝ Please come in and… ❞ she trailed off, waving her hand in mid-air as she sniffed, ❝ make yourself at home. I need to… yeah. ❞ And just like that, she turned around and headed back inside to grab herself some tissue.

#exspiravit #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;main ; }#{ thank you for sending this in!#{ * spilled ink ; }#{ also wth nyx how could you be so mistrustful but trust this guy like ????

"You want me to what?"

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

Two weeks. For two weeks, they had been led around like cattle on a field, round and round with no obvious direction. And in this span of two weeks, they had uncovered two bodies of 22-year-old Lee Sung Kyung and 25-year-old Park Hyo Jin; both raped, murdered and left out on a bench in the park to be found. It would have looked like a case of a serial rapist on the loose but what made these bodies stand out was the fact that they were both uncovered dressed in what appeared to be prom dresses with a red cape tied around their neck. The media went into a frenzy once the official statements were released and even went as far as calling the perpetrator the ‘Big, Bad Wolf’.

Nyx Riley had spent the exact amount of sleepless nights to study every detail, every lead they thought was worth following only to come up against a blank wall. Frustration was written clearly like bold, black ink all over her face and she could tell that it was beginning to make Woobin another one of its conquest. Through this case, this pair had formed a very unlikely duo after she stumbled upon him on the second crime scene. It seemed that the folks of victim number two had hired him after failing to get a hold of their daughter. Although this didn’t come as a surprise to the couple due to their daughter’s lifestyle, what triggered their response to get Woobin’s aid was the anonymous letters they received during the third day of her disappearance.

These letters, written neatly on a piece of paper, came with a bunch of wildflowers in their mailbox. This was a mystery, of course, but the bigger mystery was their contents. On a single glance, it would look like love letters written in full adoration and admiration of their daughter what with its flowery prose and the fact that real flowers had been included. But if one were to take a closer look, they’d see that the first letters of every line, when put together, would spell out the victim’s name. And since then, they knew that they weren’t dealing with an ordinary rapist. This one was a person who was capable of functioning highly like every other human being, perhaps even better. They were able to plan their acts so elaborately, starting with the abduction to the delivery of their message and their final execution of the victims.

Last night, both of them were instructed to leave the station that had served as their second home in the past couple of weeks after her regrettable outburst at her superior. It seemed that the stress building up within her had finally taken its toll. Upon arriving at her apartment, she had sifted through her letters only to find an anonymous letter that resembled the ones they had back in the evidence locker. This one though, was addressed to her. With the utmost care, she put on a pair of gloves and examined its content. It was another prose, penned down in the exact same handwriting as the other letters. Experience of handling this matter had taught her to note down the first letters of every line in every stanza and rearranged them in their sequence. What she found next almost took the breath out of her lungs.

It spelled her name. Phoenyx Riley.

She ran towards the door once again, not even knowing what she expected to find, and discovered the hallway deserted, just like it had always been at this hour. She couldn’t tell if it was the fatigue weighing down on her or the abrupt fear that had somehow managed to seed itself in her subconscious, but she immediately slammed the door shut and locked herself in. Grabbing the phone — which appeared to have been shifted from its normal place — she punched in Woobin’s number and waited as the dialing tone droned on and on in what seemed like forever until his voice came through the speaker. In a haste, she had somehow manage to blurt out her recent encounter along with her requesting him to come over.

❝ You want me to what?❞

Too tired to repeat herself and clearly too shaken now that the realisation of someone had been inside her place had sunk in, she took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. She probably kept him waiting a while on the line as she switched on every light in the unit and ventured through every corner, every room to ensure that she was completely alone. Eventually, she spoke.

❝ I need you to come over, ❞ she began, once she was certain that her voice was steady again. ❝ There’s something you need to see. ❞

#xxwoobin #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;main ; }#{ thank you for sending this in!#{ * spilled ink ; }

Random Sentence Starters

"Ouch! That was my foot!"

"Could you get out of my way?"

"Stop it!"

"You look lonely. Want to talk to me?"

"Your nose is red."

"Aw, you're so cute! You know that?"

"Eww, gross!"

"If you touch me again, you're dead."

"Don't eat that!"

"Gosh, you look kinda pale..."

"What is that!?"

"Oh my god, were you shot!?"

"Give me the gun. Now."

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"

"Do you want to cuddle?"

"I demand cuddles."

"You're hair's messed up. Here, let me fix it."

"Ohhh~ Someone's blushing~!"

"I-I-it's so c-cold..."

"It's too hot..."

"I can't...breathe..."

"Help!"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Augh! It hurts!"

"Feel my hands! They're so cold!"

"Stop! I can't run anymore..."

"Are you alright?"

"You look ready to faint."

"You're not serious."

"You want me to what?"

"Grab my hand!"

"Oh god. Oh god. Stay awake. Please stay awake. Stay with me!"

"Careful! You really don't want to fall here."

"Are you insane?"

"I can't allow this."

"I-I can't feel my arms..."

"Why are you all wet?"

"We need to get you to a hospital."

"I....I've been sh-shot..."

"Oh god, why is there so much blood...?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Do you think you could make everything stop spinning?"

"I am NOT blushing!"

"Ugh, could you quiet down? My head hurts too much for this noise..."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Thank you. I really wanted someone to throw up on my shoes."

"I've never seen cuts like this..."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"I think your leg is broken. I'll have to help you walk."

"Don't move!"

"Ouch! I...I think I heard something snap..."

"Don't touch it!"

"Your forehead feels kinda warm..."

"Careful with that! You wouldn't want to cut yourself, would you?"

"Why do you always do that?"

"How can I trust you?"

"You betrayed me! You betrayed everyone!"

"I told you not to kiss me when I was sick!"

"If I beat you and left you for dead, do you really think someone would come for you? They wouldn't."

"You disgust me to the point where looking at you makes me physically ill."

"Please don't go..."

"I can't live without you!"

"I'm sorry."

#{ * ask and you shall receive ; }

"Bring that here!"

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

【— A slight cock of her eyebrow met his gaze in response to his absurd demand. She knew what she had in her hand was worth ten lives— literally. If she hadn’t gone against her superior’s orders and listened to what her gut was saying, she wouldn’t have ended up here, in the lair of another underground crook with the acrid fumes of chemicals cooking hovering over their heads.

❝ Take him in. ❞

She had no time to deal with him when there was a bigger chase at stake. She may have found the list but this was far from over. With a flick of her wrist, she directed her men to get him out of her sight. —】

#syndicatedsinner #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;main ; }#{ thank you for sending this in!#{ of course this could be the middle of the story

"I can't believe this!"

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

【— Perhaps the most fitting saying to welcome her presence was ‘look what the cat dragged in’ because she definitely looked the part— an ugly rip on her jacket’s right sleeve, dishevelled hair and a bloodstained handkerchief pressed to her nose. Instead of heading home as instructed, she had decided to crash Sophia’s place since it was much closer compared to her apartment.

But of course, she hadn’t expected her friend to scream in disbelief upon being greeted by the sight of her standing outside the door. Truth be told, this wasn’t the first time she had appeared in such a state before her either.

❝ A little too loud there, Phi. ❞

She noticed there was a slight shift in the other’s gaze when her eyes fell on the now maroon fabric but made no remark regarding it. She was exhausted, drained to the very core and all she wanted to do was throw herself on the couch— which she gladly did without any prompting. —】

#ncrphilia #{ * replies ; }#{ thank you for sending this in!#{ whoah I got something done #{ * ver;undecided ; }

syndicatedsinner-deactivated201

"You’re a complete moron!"

[ x ]

A olive is tossed betwixt parted lips, gaze fixed upon the closest wall. A day off ( if there was one ) was presented to himself and those around him, a few of his men were already out on the dance floor, others mingling in with the crowds — the only ones remaining by his side were Zhen and a few others who were to busy drinking, inviting women over to their section, flirtatious chatter exchanged here and there. Hyunwoo avoids it, as much as possible, brushing off a few advances made his way ( earning a few drunken boos from those around him — he’d let them have it for now, if it wasn’t for the intoxication he probably would have snapped ). The men deserved this, after weeks of undercover work it was almost time for him to make his grand appearance, time to him to make his move upon the chess board laid before him.

Hyunwoo shifts his weight to one side, a leg that had been crossed on top of the other going to rest idly to the side. He’s far from relaxed, the few drinks he’s had doing little to distract him, to derail his thoughts from a ’ lesser ’ state of mind. The tip of a wet muscle presses to the corner of his mouth, obsidian hues fixing on the empty glass in his hands, than to the empty bottle of whiskey that resided upon the black marbled table. The smell of cigarette smoke off to his left causing his nose to twitch, the thought of simply going out to smoke to relieve stress was becoming more and more appealing, especially after he had to shrug off yet another invasive hand wishing to rest along his shoulder.

This little excursion was more for them rather than himself, he had no true interest in the night life other than to drink, perhaps take home a woman or two when the desire to do so arose. Hyunwoo shifts his weight once more, moving to stand, Zhen ( his best friend and head of his guard ) standing as well, surely a rehearsed reaction. ” Boss, are you ready to leave ? ” The man’s voice is low, features rather stern despite having downed a few shots — the only indication of such a fact was the faint flush along the other males cheeks. Hyunwoo shakes his head, a glance given over his shoulder at those who had stopped in their endeavors to fix him with a stare — ready for an order if need be ( like trained dogs ) . ” I’m going to get another drink. Sit down, have fun, we’ll stay for a few more hours. ”

With a wave of a dismissive hand those who had stopped to stare resume what they had paused in. Zhen, despite his cold exterior, going to do the same — Hyunwoo had known the man long enough, throughout the finer years of his youth , to know when he wished to unwind ( even if he never, directly, voiced his complaints like the others ) . Hyunwoo moves towards the bar, weaseling his way with ease through the bustling crowd — avoiding any major contact from those who seemed far to intoxicated. Once at the bar he places his order, the same as usual, a shot of whiskey on the rocks — consistent in his likes. It takes moments for the liquor to be poured, delivered to him in a swift motion.

With an equally as swift turn he moves away — abruptly coming face to face with a woman who seemed to be standing a bit to close, not that he could blame her, the surrounding bar was becoming rather crowed ( those near it pushing forward ). A splash of whiskey is granted to her dress, one that looked rather expensive, suiting for her frame — a small observation made in a matter of seconds. ”You’re a complete moron!" Her words ring outwards, no doubt directed at he who had split half of his drink upon the woman’s chest and upon the fine material of her dress. He snorts, not amused in the least, far from being in the right mood ( if their was one ) to deal with such a situation.A grin presses to his features, ” My apologize, I guess a moron like me must have butter fingers. Here let me help — ” The corners of his mouth twitch, glass tipped forward once more, allowing the rest of the drinks contents to spill forward, along with four cubes of ice. ” Ah. That’s much better, I don’t really like to drink with a glass half empty — now I can get another. ” Obsidian hues lock onto the woman’s features, a scoff granted as he goes to turn back towards the bar, placing his order once more — this time with no intentions of wasting it.

#{ * art appreciation ; }#{ reading this alone made me extremely angry

thecupidgirl

"I can't believe this!"

"I can’t believe this too…" She sighed as the movie credits started rolling, putting the popcorn down. "I can’t believe it was her, how could she even think about killing him? It seemed like she really loved him…"

#{ * art appreciation ; }#{ much adorbs will reply to this in like 84 years

thvms-prk-blog

( * a peculiar day to bump into her, where he isn’t expecting to see anyone he knows, let alone her whom he has not talked to for the longest amount of time. her velvet tones are melodic tunes to his ears, an outlaw queen in the making. her arms come to a close around his larger built, long deprived but finally seeked. )

❝ if only you picked up my calls maybe you wouldn’t have forgotten. it’s been a while since i’ve heard from you. ❞

detriley-blog

███▓▓▒ ✘ ——

【— She didn't want to let go, no. She wanted to be in his embrace for just a little longer but God forbid, it would only make things awkward. Reluctantly, she retracted her arms, distancing herself even more by taking a step, and then another, back. Head tilted upwards just the slightest, she gave him one of her hollow smiles -- something she had managed to master over the years -- while blatantly ignoring his previous words. —】

❝ So you're a hot shot now, huh? Playing for the big leagues? ❞

#thvmsprk #{ * replies ; }#{ * ver;main ; }

ɪ·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ

a drabble for jonoir

❝ Hello, you have reached the voice mailbox of-- ❞

Click.

Another unanswered call; one that either went unnoticed or one that was left to be ignored. As much as she wanted to lie to herself, she couldn't deny the odds that seemed to be hinting, pointing directly like the needle of a compass towards north, that it was the latter. How could one even live, watching the days go by, knowing that a person was aching because they loved them so?

It had been a week since she accidentally discovered the love notes under his paperwork, three days since she saw him in the arms of another woman, her wine-red lips on his cheek, honey-toned laughter spilling out of his mouth, face flushed in what seemed to be happiness.

The doorbell resounded but her feet felt rooted to the floor, still, unmoving. Tears brimming the lower margin of her lid seemed to be the only thing that still had the will to be in motion. If only they'd stop. But they didn't and so did the relentless knocking on the door. Chin up, shoulders squared, she forced herself to get the door and tend to the uninvited guest.

❝ Good day. I've got a delivery for a... Phoenyx Riley? ❞ the man in a white suit inquired politely as he fumbled with the folded sheet of paper in one hand. In the other was a bouquet of roses, arranged so elaborately to resemble islets of ivory in a sea of red. Creases of both surprise and joy appeared on her forehead.

❝ Are you Miss Riley? ❞ he repeated, eyes now trained on her, arm extended to hand her a clipboard with the paper carefully placed on it.

Feeling a flush of scarlet creep into her cheeks, she quickly took the board and signed the column with the word 'Received' above it. The bouquet changed possession and now rested in the curve of her arm instead. She saw to it that the man had left the grounds of her property until she returned inside.

There was a card amongst the flowers, something she hadn't noticed earlier. Curious fingers plucked it out as her brown eyes glossed over the beautifully-crafted penmanship. It read:

┌

Nуχ Rιℓєу, тнє ℓιgнт ιη му тυηηєℓ σƒ ∂αякηєѕѕ, тнє ωιℓ∂ яσѕє тнαт gяσωѕ αмι∂ѕт α тαηgℓє σƒ тнσяηѕ αη∂ вяαмвℓєѕ, I ℓσνє уσυ υηтιℓ му ℓαѕт вяєαтн gєтѕ ѕтσℓℓєη, яιρρє∂ συт σƒ тнιѕ cнєѕт σƒ мιηє ωιтнσυт αηу σƒ му cσηѕєηт. Yσυ αяє αℓℓ I ηєє∂, уσυ αяє αℓℓ I ℓσνє. Yσυ αяє тнє σηℓу σηє. Lσνє, Jσηgιη.

┘

And just like that, the card slipped through her now trembling fingers-- falling, falling, falling to the floor. All of the strength that she had within her seemed to have vanished, sucked out of her whole system by a force so strong like a black hole engulfing every debris, every spectre of light that happened to be in its gravitational field. The bouquet of roses followed right after, falling to her feet, petals scattering all over upon impact like bloodstains on the carpet.

Because she knew that it was a lie. She knew she wouldn't be his only one; never was, never had been.

#{ I think I got a little carried away--#{ because the song was put on repeat #{ AU? forget the age gap shh #{ * spilled ink ; }#jonoir

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