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@feralxclaws
"i can do that while pursuing after the queen of the tigers. i’d rather jump into the fire than learn that i may not be able to deal with your nuisances again.”
"charming. the role of romeo does not really fit you though. so don't attempt suicide. too tragic. way too tragic."
chicvnery:
“why should i bother? a burning world would scorch me in seconds.
although i must say, if such a thing happens, i would search for you first.”
"interesting. i did not perceive you as someone who would not fight for survival. if that is the case --- i much rather you not search for me first. you can burn alone."
enigmatxc --> feralxclaws
N O T I C E :
hello all,
this is just a notice in regards to kazumi ---- her muse has long fizzled out ( all my cries ), so a decision to change her muse has been made. this blog will go through a small revamp ! please stay tune !
please do stay with me if you are interested in interacting with my new little baby. she is going to join a circus as a tiger tamer OuO.
So, finally, her vivid colors show. And here the bastard would retreat, her rage fueled and fury tempted. This lowly insufferable man with his insolence, his arrogance, his infuriating— “Good.” …Smile? Daegil’s body stilled under her merciless volley of venomous words and spiteful glares. Those prodding jabs were sharp just as her words had been, but that lax, tame grin of his remained so oddly out of place. “Sharp tongue with a good head on your shoulders. Guess there’s still hope,” he finished idly, contrastingly placid under her dangerous temper. “Bet that came naturally. I don’t think I’ve been told off by someone like that since I was a brat—though I guess not much has changed.” Old habits. “Still, impressive.” Looking down, however, he followed the rigid line of her finger dug painfully into his chest, briefly adding, “and now I’m assuming you demand some apology-” angel, demon, miss “-don’t you? You don’t need to keep stabbing me, though. Believe it or not, even beasts have a heart there. I’d like to keep it that way.”
& slender fingers would twitch --- would curl inwardly into her palm as prevention against lashing out. Just who does this beast think he is? Testing her as if he stands above her in status & structure. Sure, she may be taking his intentions the wrong way, but she cannot declare war against her thoughts. So there she stood with her head held high & stare as cold as ice --- "Whatever game you are playing, count me out." Oh childish anger! Look how pouty she gets when the tables have turned! Insecurities intensified & her wounds bared open --- yes, she is a demon. She is a monster. She is burnt by the corrupted injustice; morphed into badness against her iron will. "Your compliments, I will keep. But I do not want anything else from you."
She snarled --- then she turned. & left
There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you. Remember that.
(via oclydeplania)
Her retreat was a frantic jerk back as if his responding touch promised wicked burns and unforgiving bruises. Had she not anticipated matching forwardness? ”I won’t disagree with one in a million,” Daegil began, manner calm much like her own. Drawling on, he continued, “walking around stealing, picking fights and insulting innocent strangers…” Then, with weak fascination, he answered her question with an easy, “you’re more a little demon than an angel, and I don’t like them, so you don’t have to worry about ‘us’. Besides, I can’t date a woman in denial. It’s not flattering.”
"What interesting accusations you made against me --- but fabricated lies, that is the truth. & whom have I stolen from? & whom have I picked a fight with? & what innocent stranger? For the foul-tempered stranger is far from innocent."
Silver tongues whipped with fury --- how dare he belittle her after burning her with his touch. Out of childish anger, Kazumi brought her pointer finger to his chest; poking him as she spat her charcoal out.
"Listen closely, I do not want to date you. Ever. I would never fall for someone as condescending as you. Besides, I want a prince & not a beast."
"Male strippers are always warranted,” her little emphasis is accompanied by a small tut of her finger. Perhaps the idea is exciting her a little too much. Perhaps it’s those damned hormones. “But darling it has nothing to do with hormones, it’s all about motivation.” laughter soon echoes her ridiculous words. “It depends on the task really.”
"Motivation for what --- actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know what goes on in that dirty mind of yours." A playful roll of her eyes --- a small smile of amusement showed. "Male strippers are not allowed. Don't you know how innocent & young I am?"
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∞:A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
Kazumi is always beautiful, and Jaehyun is always nervous. He sees himself in her, and he also sees something tragic and lovely that he wishes to know more about. But he is extremely shy and will proceed to be extremely awkward about how he approaches her.
"oh come on you look cute."
She was cute— sweet. Almost unbearably so, as she sat next to him buried in the blanket that was probably covered in cat hair. He cursed himself for not grabbing a clean one, his hand reaching to fix her hair on top of the bundle of gray blanket. ”It’s nice to meet you, Kazumi. I do not think you will become a butterfly, since you might already be one,” he commented with a small smile before he pulled his hand away.
It was strange, and yet comforting, to have someone with him at this time of night on a rainy day. It didn’t happen often, and the girl was rather odd but it worked somehow. He didn’t object to her small head moving to rest against his thigh (though, he wasn’t sure how comfortable his rather skinny legs were), and just continued to watch the screen.
"You’re not disturbing me. I don’t mind at all, really. I’m glad I can help, truly… you’re helping me from boredom, too. So thank you."
mild surprise splashed across her doll-like visage --- her figure still within the blanketed cocoon --- as his fingers dipped into her messy hair. a simple action to rearrange the strands of her silky locks, but it was a sweet action. it was an action made only by the feminine fingers of her darling sister --- & she did not dislike the sudden intrusion. small smile etched across her face, hidden mostly by the warm blankets ( blankets that carried his bodily scent ), but appeared in the crescents formed on her eyes. "are you suggesting that i am already pretty? magnificent?"
she giggled like the youthful girl she truly is --- when the weight of the world is not pressed against her shoulders. in this strange room with a newly aquatinted stranger, she felt more like herself. like how she is whenever kiyomi is around.
her fingers curled around his jeans as she wiggled upwards to rest her head more on his lap --- a better & much more comfortable position. "find a scary movie to watch. i am in the mood to be scared."
【 ’ Tease. 】Romeo & Kazumi ;
'You've gotta be kidding me—'
Romeo looked at the specimen before him. The usually tough, tenacious Kazumi was in a state more delicate than he had ever seen. Soft, milky skin replaced the surface often hidden beneath long sleeves and those washed out old jeans. He never would’ve imagined she’d wear something so daring, and what a perfect choice it was for her.
He was smirking now.
"Yah. What the hell should I be thinking about, then?"
The photographer bit his lip and scanned over her perfectly proportioned body. She was a little on the slim side, but it was a feature befitting that of a j’adore dior model. With the tug at his collar, she only brought him closer to the well-tailored outfit which wrapped beautifully around her curves, enticing him only further.
'Silly, silly Kazumi. Don’t you know men love these things?’
"You’re not going anywhere," the photographer remarked. His arm snaked around her waist as lips curved up in to a smug smile. "It’s the first time I’ve actually wanted to stare at you all day. So, stay."
— And stay she did.
nude lips pulled into a small frown --- an evident contrast to the red tint spread across her pallid cheeks ( an ample blush as red as snow white's poisonous apple ) from the sudden movement of his arm. two small hands shot out to press against his chest; made out of a dire need to keep at least some distance between the two. kazumi, kazumi! how innocent she truly is --- how the truth of her intact virtue shone in her bambi eyes.
innocent! innocent! innocent little angel! she lacks the experience of intimacy.
"stop --- stop staring at me like that."
under his wolfishly perverted stare, she felt small & bare & too much like one of those sultry girls that show off their assets to gain power and money. which deeply upsets her because she is so much better than those..those...rapidly, her arms moved from his chest to cover her chest as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"while i am flattered you find me desirable --- "
lithe body wiggled. " --- and i don't blame you at all. but staring gets a bit creepy. now be good and let go so i can change back to decency."
"But I was watching—-" She pauses not wishing to reveal her private endeavors and instead lets a sigh escape instead. “I said that like two days ago.” Or maybe she was just still hungover this faithful morning and couldn’t remember when she’d said it. Good lord Sora it was two hours ago. “Yes.” She clasps her hands together in sudden excitement. “Male strippers are a must.”
"i don't think male strippers are warranted. nor do i want to see naked men." white cheeks puffed out. "you should really control your hormones."
Now it was his turn to be surprised, was it? Brows furrowing, he allowed the woman ample time to study and deduce, to think and— To insult? Oh, she was good. Almost too good. “Annoying and delusional— What a catch. And what would you know about who’s ‘better looking’? You’re hardly one to judge,” he hummed before grabbing her wrist and pulling his chin away, rubbing the area free of her lingering touch shortly after. This girl… What audacity. If this kept on, she could give him a run for his money, and that was something worth noting. “Not like it’d matter. Because do you know what you are?”
"you say annoying & delusional --- i say appealing & honest. you can say anything as long as you know i am one in a million."
when masculine fingers curled around her small wrist, she pulled away with haste. drawing her limb back to her chest --- an instinct molded into her mind from childhood.
"visually appealing...it is not hard to tell." thin shoulders shrugged. "out of boredom --- i'll bite. what am i?"
kazumi is a jerk pass it on
kazumi gives no fucks.
What to make of this troublesome woman? Unabating, resilient, aggravatingly witty… Daegil had to hand it to her; quite like him, he was rather impressed ( though he wore it better ). But he stood tall, and unabashed, provoked, “you’re just finding excuses to stick around, aren’t you?” Brow raised, he finished, “love at first sight isn’t practical, you know.”
"excuse me?" she wore shock well on her petite features --- dark eyes wide & round under darker lashes, eyebrows crinkled together as she stared at this strange, strange man. rudely, thin fingers moved to grasp his chin. "don't you think --- " she moved his face, studying his well defined features at a closer range. " --- i would pick someone better looking to fall in love with? at least someone without that disgusting smoking habit."
[ + enigmatxc ]
"I don’t understand," A lone palm meets her face. Digits grazing her eyes, nose and finally lips as she drags it down. “You swear there was no other way to get this done then by calling me.” Lips jut out just a tad an expression that fades quickly. “I was watching something—-” Plus it was her day off. “Alright„.first we need male strippers.”
"you said you wanted to help out." honeyed voice whined out --- the straw in her hand twirled along the rim of clear glass. "you're the unnie, you should help out no matter what." she took a sip of her complimentary iced latte. "wait --- male strippers?"
KJYXLIANG SAID: "I COULD BE ASKING YOU THE SAME MY DEAR." SHE REPLIED WITH A CURIOUS BROW ARCHED, CROSSING HER ARMS A BIT AS SHE TIPPED HER HEAD TO THE SIDE. "BUT FOR ME, I’VE BEEN LURKING-MY USUAL, YA KNOW."
"I been around. You just haven't been looking hard enough." Lips etched into a fond smile. "Sure. Just like always."
Change that cutting sarcasm into mild amusement, the contrast pulling his scowl into an incredulous, one-sided smirk. “Do you really think I find you that pretty?” How silly, yet, her demeanor wasn’t entirely off putting. She was surely persistent, however - shameless, too - Daegil snorting low and brusque. “Pretty enough to want you by my side that long? You’re out of your mind.”
"do you really think you don't?" a rebuttal made --- pretty face pulled into childish amusement. her confidence warranted, but not really too genuine. still, it lingers in her speech. "i am. don't you know that we all are?"
