i'm a motherfucking monster.

take a step, two steps back say that I scare you now. [closed rp account, 18+] tracking: freakkota

[freak-kota]

"Can I kiss you?"

Kota looked up from the mirror, lipstick in hand and lips still slightly parted as her eyes met those of the person who had spoken.  She was playing around, testing out lip colours that she had gotten on a whim; the dark red made her mouth severe, she thought, but it looked good.  Much more her than some of the others.  Pink was just too subtle sometimes…

She puckered her lips slightly, blowing a soft kiss in Dara’s direction.  Was she asking because she actually wanted one?  Or did she have some other reason?  Kota never really knew, with these people.

"First one’s free.  After that, it’ll cost you."  She smirked, looking Dara up and down.  "For the right price, I could leave pretty little marks all over you."

She’d let Dara decide if she meant kiss marks made from lipstick, or something better.

[freak-kota]

Send for my muse's reaction

"I adore you."

"You are adorable."

"I'll protect you with my life."

"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."

"Storm is coming."

"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Give me a sign!"

"I want to be your friend."

"I need you."

"I hate you!"

"Get over it."

"That was rude."

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"You are my enemy."

"I like when you smile."

NOTE: reblog only if you will actually respond to ALL asks sent your way. No ignoring people! Para responses (8+ sentences) are preferred but not required.

[freak-kota]

Take Me Home Tonight || Kota & Taeil

She should have known better.

Kota was lying on her back behind a tent, limbs stretched out and turned at uncomfortable angles, cheek resting in the dirt.  She'd bumped her head when she'd gone down, and for a moment she had seen stars, but it was starting to clear thanks to the thud of a headache that stretched from the back of her head straight to the front.  She groaned in exasperation and tried to will her prone limbs to move.

She had been fucking stupid, and this was the price to pay.  Why had she let herself draw in so many people?  She hadn't been performing in an actual show, had merely been wandering, but she'd gathered together twenty of them anyway.  She'd gotten permission, at least her form of it, and she'd gone about her little plays as usual, with far more players... and afterward, as she walked away, she'd felt the familiar snap.

It was as if she were a marionette and her strings had just been cut.  She'd managed to get behind a tent, out of the sight of the general admission of staring morons who paid to see these people do things, and then she'd collapsed.  Her body didn't generally give her warning when she'd gone too far, didn't even let her know her own limit... now she was stuck here, on the hard ground, clothing restricting her breathing just enough to make her very uncomfortable.

"Hey. Hey!" she yelled at someone shuffling around nearby.  They were the other direction; she couldn't see them with her head turned the way it was, but she could hear them, and surely they had to be circusfolk if they were back here.  "Come over here."

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Kill Me Twice || Key and Kota ||

If there was anything that key had learned in his long life, is that people’s curiosity could never be satisfied. How could someone who was pronounced dead, get up and walk out as though nothing happened? Immortality was rather a fascinating ability that evolved with Key’s body and his abilities to heal. The young man was used to the constant questioning regarding his ability. Today, however, he simply made his way away from the cirque and prying eyes. He needed a break from everyone around him.

Lighting up a cigarette and opening a bottle of the strongest sake that he could find on his last trip to town, Key slid down against a tree, and merely relaxed. Blowing out a puff of smoke, reminiscing about the old times. Ah, how he was not used to the newness still.

He closed his eyes and simply let his mind get lost in the past. Hearing footsteps, though, the immortal sat up very quickly. His cigarette fell out of his mouth and he lit it up another one. “What?!” he sounded annoyed. If there was something that people knew was that one should never disrupt the immortal’s rest.

[freak-kota]

It was boring here.  So boring.  On days off from performing, Kota had nothing to do.  She had spent all her money shortly before arriving here, and she didn't have enough back just yet to go into the nearest town to shop.  She couldn't make money in the towns during the day, at least not usually... the type of people she made money from were night owls.  So she was just wandering, killing time while looking for anything actually interesting.

In a place full of freaks with powers beyond human comprehension, she had thought there would be things more exciting than... this.  She felt like she was visiting an old person's home, where the most exciting things were crosswords and bingo.

She was reduced to walking around in the woods like some six year old on an imagination tour.  It was making her seriously reconsider staying with the circus, until she happened across the boy.  The snap in his voice made her prickle immediately, and she arched an eyebrow in his direction as she drew closer.

"Am I interrupting?"  she licked her lips and looked him over, eyes catching on the cigarette and liquor bottle.  She stepped closer and bent down to pick up the dropped cigarette.  "Doesn't really seem like you were awful busy anyway."