[gvssamer]

✖ -- @bachye​        “You’re ridiculous.”    Chuckle of amusement emits as nimble digit, covered in thinly knitted fabrics, capture opposite pair that seem to be shaking(or perhaps he’s imagining it). She’d talked big about joining him upon ice, one place he knew his own clumsy nature wouldn’t take homage, but now seemed to be hesitating to make first step in order to balance upon iced brick. He finds it amusing, dark orbs lit with a playful glint as he grasps onto her hands more securely, wanting to tease female but most of all wanting to reassure her; allowing her to know that he was there to hold onto if she made stumble -- which more or less would happen. 

   It’s only with a single tugging does he manage to pull Chaeyeong onto ice, himself keeping balance while others skated around, the rink not being his alone today but nonetheless still rather empty. Granted, he’d made sure they would be able to be here when others weren’t filling up rink, at least not enough to where they couldn’t establish their own space to have a little practice beforehand,”Want to go around a little?” He hums, pushing backward so naturally it was like a second nature to him, just as much as walking or breathing; his gaze leaving hers for a brief moment.

“After this, we could grab something to eat as promised?  I’ll buy if you don’t fall, heh.”

[gvssamer]

✖ -- @joenjnvg​      How rare is it for them to have time off together, at least time that granted them the ability to venture out of new home and away from beloved friends to simply be alone? 

   Okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad, and maybe he’d been a little dramatic in his own thoughts but there had been and always would be a lingering selfish desire to have younger around him more. More than was possibly feasible given they basically breathed the same air daily, along with sharing the same space to the point Yeong would even invade Guk’s space in bathroom while going through morning routing. He couldn’t count how many times he’d stuck in front of male brushing teeth, back pressing to broad chest and relishing their obvious difference in height to be able to rest top of head underneath chin. 

  Perhaps space wasn’t the issue but lack of it. He couldn't’ deny that he’d been rather clingy these past four months, having made things official with someone who he couldn’t dream of being without only becoming a driving force with his more obsessive nature, hence his obsession with Jeongguk. Funny how the mighty will fall, he’d become the one thing he swore he’d hate till the end of days, a clingy soft love sick puppy that couldn’t take their eyes off their lover for more than a few seconds. 

  Even now, as morning lingered on and he found himself, perhaps, as his softest hours, appendage would reach out far too eagerly to wrap around younger’s nearest limb, in this case his arm, and bury face deep along crook of neck until he could only breathe male in; leaving no room for another scent to rudely invade nostril. Almost moaning at the sheer bliss from being able to do such a thing every day from now on, call him a sap if you must, but such simple happiness as this was never something he imagined for himself.

   Growing up had been hard enough, especially when traveling back n forth had left no possibility of making lasting connections in his youth, Yeong had practically given up on thinking he might find that ‘something’ or ‘someone’ who might break him from whatever ice cold spell he’d put himself under after his first heartbreak -- yet, here came one man strutting in like he owned place to begin with, like he owned him in ever possible conceivable way --which he did, now. 

   “Hurry up and wake .. we made plans today .. “ tone is hushed, as if he was one to talk, not even having eyes opened to a new day, yet complaining that younger had yet to stir in rested state. Funny how one that couldn’t even make it a day staying committed to single person in past was wrapped around finger of one man. He almost chuckles in amusement, leaning up in a begrudging manner in order to loom over male’s sleeping form, digit raking through dark locks with ease, pushing them away from male’s forehead he seemed to adore far too much only to deliver a soft flick of nimble digit to its surface, “Jeongguk, we have a date.”

[gvssamer]

( + ) Tries this ONE more time, like this for a starter(pre-estab), length may vary

[actualarchive]

a hundred random starters 

below are starters based on/inspired by various sources. change the genders as you see fit ;)

❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞

❝ have you ever considered the idea that maybe, this world doesn’t revolve around you & your problems? ❞

❝ love is love is love is love. ❞

❝ marriage is an absurd arrangement. one is sold as a fifteen-year-old child and makes a vow one does not understand and then regrets for thirty years or more, and which one can never undo again. ❞

❝ why are you crying this time? ❞

❝ you will never escape. ❞

❝ this isn’t what I wanted! ❞

❝ everything has its consequences. ❞

❝ this face bears the mission of heaven. ❞

❝ no, you shall dismantle the house of lies, but build the temple of the divine. ❞

❝ one copper coin for a bowl of noodles! ❞

❝ that one has the heart of a lion. ❞

❝ I needed to be summoned. ❞

❝ there’s no reason for this hostility! I come in peace. ❞

❝ they died screaming. ❞

❝ why fight anymore? what’s the point of fighting against destiny? ❞

❝ how long have you known? ❞

❝ I can only speak for myself. ❞

❝ the law can be changed. ❞

❝ are you sure you’re not pregnant? ❞

❝ your child is adorable! ❞

❝ you gave him a riddle for his birthday? ❞

❝ you have no fucking right to treat me this way. ❞

❝ your ambition blinds you. ❞

❝ he adores you. ❞

❝ I feel like I should be shocked that you two had sex there, but I’m not anymore. ❞

❝ she’s going to kill you. ❞

❝ have you ever tried the cakes? they’re actually quite delicious. ❞

❝ you’ll need to be punished. ❞

❝ you should learn to lie better. ❞

❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞

❝ I will take back what is mine & kill anyone who stands in my way. ❞

❝ then kill me. ❞

❝ there’s no such thing as love. there is only lust. ❞

❝ you’re selfish. you never think about anyone but yourself. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, but they’re gone. ❞

❝ death is just another adventure. ❞

❝ stop! ❞

❝ let them watch. ❞

❝ you have no shame, do you? ❞

❝ I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. ❞

❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞

❝ alright, tell me the truth, is he good in bed? ❞

❝ she is the best thing in my life. ❞

❝ you love him? ❞

❝ do you love me at all? ❞

❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

❝ please, you have to believe me. I didn’t kill anyone! ❞

❝ history is written by the victorious. ❞

❝ at least she has a heart! you have none. ❞

❝ isn’t it more important that they told you? ❞

❝ the king is displeased. ❞

❝ long live your majesty! ❞

❝ can you stop talking for just one moment & listen to me? ❞

❝ no matter how hard I try, they just won’t stay dead. ❞

❝ he’s a gold digger. he’ll screw anyone & marry them as long as they have money. ❞

❝ o! how sweet love must be! ❞

❝ do you really think that? ❞

❝ quick, you need to hide before they see you! ❞

❝ you taught me to never trust anyone. ❞

❝ this is extreme, even for you. ❞

❝ you guys were pretty loud last night. I guess it was good? ❞

❝ that wasn’t an apology & you know it. ❞

❝ are you a virgin? ❞

❝ I’m married. ❞

❝ best thing I ever did was marrying you. ❞

❝ red roses won’t erase the fact that you broke my heart. ❞

❝ stop taking all the ice cream! ❞

❝ has anyone told you that you’re sort of a little bitch? ❞

❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞

❝ do you want to fight for your land back or not? ❞

❝ I never realized how much of a coward you are. ❞

❝ there’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞

❝ haven’t you ever wanted to escape? to leave this place & explore the world? ❞

❝ i think you’ve had enough to drink. ❞

❝ your ancestors would be ashamed if they saw you. ❞

❝ one of the dolls is missing! ❞

❝ are we going to die here? ❞

❝ well looks like we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma. ❞

❝ I am no longer a child! ❞

❝ the baby won’t stop crying! i don’t know what to do anymore! ❞

❝ what if something happens to them? ❞

❝ once upon a time, I gave a damn about what people thought about me. ❞

❝ if he can get away with this, then so can i! ❞

❝ the dark shall come & take everything you love from you. ❞

❝ it’s the same story over & over again. you’d think people would know better by now. ❞

❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

❝ you are what is wrong with this world. ❞

❝ shattered dreams can drive anyone mad. ❞

❝ I am a phoenix. burn me & I shall return, rising from the ashes. ❞

❝ this is my home. ❞

❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞

❝ running away has never solved a damn thing! ❞

❝ fuck me. ❞

❝ oh the things I’d do to you if we were alone. ❞

❝ stop, he’s not here, remember? he’s gone & he can’t hurt you anymore. ❞

❝ your husband/wife – is he/she good to you? ❞

❝ stop & think a moment, you have to stay & rest. there’s a child who needs you now, you can’t just run & be a fucking idiot. ❞

❝ once, I drank a whole bottle by myself. ❞

❝ what do I want? I want to kiss you a thousand times before undressing you & kissing every bit of your flesh a thousand more times. ❞

[gvssamer]

/ always good to see a familiar face back on dash !

[ well, not officially back just yet, but I’m getting there ^^  THANK YOU FOR THIS ~!!!!

[buffyresources]

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

❛  Why did you scream like that? ❜ 

❛  No! I’m tired of doing what you say. ❜

❛  For some reason, I’m attracted to you. ❜

❛ I’ve been waiting a long time for you. ❜

❛ If you leave now, you lose everything. ❜

❛ Am I under arrest, or not? ❜

❛ I just want a nice, easy life. What’s wrong with that? ❜

❛ I’m ready to try again, if you are? ❜

❛ You had time to call the police. Why didn’t you? ❜

❛ I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died ❜

❛ You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time? ❜

❛ Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here. ❜

❛ I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through. ❜

❛ You make me feel like I’m not good enough. ❜

❛ Try focusing more on your life and less on mine! ❜

❛ What do you mean, he’s escaped? ❜

❛ Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No! ❜

❛ We can’t. I’m your boss ❜

❛ Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone. ❜

❛ I miss moments like this more than anything ❜

❛ You’re too good for this world. ❜

❛ Oh my God. You’re in love with her. ❜

❛ We could get arrested for this. ❜

❛ Nothing’s THAT important, you know. ❜

❛ You were meant to be watching him! ❜

❛ What’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here? ❜

❛ If you do this, you will be dead to me ❜

❛ Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress ❜

❛ But this is the only thing that’s made the last three years bearable. ❜

❛ If you leave now, you lose everything. ❜

❛ Does he know about the baby ?❜

❛ Could you be happy here with me? ❜

❛ I never meant to come between you and him ❜

❛ I don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you ❜

❛ I hope that what I’ve said hasn’t hurt you too much. ❜

❛ I want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜

❛ I don’t want to have a baby ❜

[lqmochi-blog]

try not to compare yourself to others, it’ll only make you frustrated. focus on your own goals and your own happiness instead; the only person you should compare yourself to is yourself.

positive reminder of the week #12 (via lqmochi)

[gvssamer]

YOUR MUSE AESTHETIC

Bold any which apply to your muse & feel free to add to the list! ** remember to REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

//bcc @haestro //fwd @kngyz ; @joenjnvg ; @hwamira ; @oculvus ; @aekure ; @kimdevl ( unless you’ve done it, then you don’t have to/if you don’t want to )

COLORS // brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. burnt orange. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey.forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. blood red. mint green. ivory. seafoam beige. emerald green.

ELEMENTS // fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. storm.

BODY // claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. thin. lean. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. antlers.

WEAPONS // fists. feet. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. legs. scythe.

MATERIALS // gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

NATURE // grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds.mountains. cliffs.

ANIMALS // lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. foxes. swans. snakes. turtles.ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. leopards. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs.bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. bears. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. bats. deer. panthers.

FOOD // sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee.tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables.fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread. cotton candy.

HOBBIES // music. art. watercolors. gardening. reading. smithing. sculpting. painting.sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing.martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. magazines. CDs. records. vinyls.cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. teaching. calligraphy. yoga. photography.

STYLE // flannel. lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. shoulder holsters. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. leather jacket. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. tactical gear.sweats.

MISC // balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. powerless. percussion. hate. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. anger. happiness. surrealism. optimism. pessimism. bipolar. realism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. sex.

[gvssamer]

you are ana angel and you deserve everything wonderful honestly you are a blessing to this world both ic and ooc idk let me be emotional

@oculvus​

    melts into a gooey puddle ~~~~

YOU’RE MAKING MY HEART MELT YOU CUTIE <3 <3ilu :cccc

[gvssamer]

i lov u

@oculvus​

     I love you moar 💕

fdlkjgalkgj  I MISS YOU SO MUCH TT TT

CLINGS TO MY MAMA

[gvssamer]

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]      ↳ when I said take your “time” and meet me at the studio, I didn’t mean take 4 hours.

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]    ↳ I swear to ALL THINGS FUCKING UNHOLY I WILL WORK YOUR HARDER THAN A MULE IF YOUR ASS ISN’T HERE IN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES 

[ sms : monster🍆guk ]    ↳ but, also, did you get my green tea I asked for ---

      iphone is held within his grasp, tight hold loosening as back presses itself to cool surface of mirror walling, his breathing hot, short puffs of air, locks already damped with hard earned sweat. He probably should have waited to run through routine (for the fifth time), but a side of him that screamed for perfection wasn’t having it. Not when it’d proved so hard to nail that final move of choreography, something that had he not indulged in such repetition of steps it would have ate at him all night; keeping mind aware of said mistake through out night and into wee hours of morning. There is a burn in his lungs, aching wheeze that comes occasionally behind facemask he adorns, such a cute an delicate design, hand picked out despite his otherwise intimidating demeanor. Jaxon wasn’t one to be ashamed of his own tastes nor grow bashful over petty details that others might decided to pick upon. Male having learned long ago that cruel words held no meaning when tossed to a brick wall. 

    He also wasn't type to simply ditch practice hours due to a sickness. It wasn’t as if he were dying and rest could wait until bone ached and body could take no more. Besides, he needed to get out of loft, the big and otherwise spacious interior seeming too confined and overbearing as of late -- a place he didn’t always desire to stay inside of constantly. It was partially reason why he’d called this ‘emergency’ practice between himself and previous dance partner, someone he hadn’t dabbled in said art with in what seemed like too long, at least for his tastes. Laying down to his side now, music continues to blare from speakers, resounding in sound proof room, echoing off walls as he goes through sent messages and a few recently downloaded apps in order to pass time until younger male would make his entrance. 

    There is a part of his mind that comprehends the inconsideration of his last minute decision to have Guk come from his own home to studio without explanation aside a message sent four hours ago in all caps telling younger to get his ass there or face consequences -- soon following his newest bout messages he’d sent five minutes ago. Yet, the more lingering and selfish part of his brain seems to take control more often that not, leading him into rather hasty and ‘dick-move’ like situations. Impatience was a trait of Jaxon’s, at least when it came to gaining something from outcome. 

   In this case, he wanted to indulge in something he enjoyed, dance, but despite relishing the sense of solace that he gained in studio, there was a part of him that had longed for more company. Hence his immediate desire to gain attention from one person who loved dance as much as himself, the only issue being fact Jaxon had not kept in mind younger might have other plans than entertaining him. A sadly drawn conclusion, alas, it wasn’t as if people were toys for him to keep, even if he wish sometimes it could be as such -- a much more twisted part of him peeking from back of his mind.

@joenjnvg​  ; starter

[gvssamer]

kngyz:

      She didn’t like it, not much, the smell of liquor, flowing in unnecessary high amounts, it itched in her nose, easily so, she wasn’t much of a drinker, never had been, probably she couldn’t even take a lot, neither did she try to, a glass of red wine, on those occasional evenings, when watching some show at home, maybe while working, it was for the mere luxury of it, for the taste, not to get drunk. Obviously, for that reason, she didn’t frequent bars often, hardly ever went there, not unless she was invited, asked out, just like it was the case that evening, called out by one of her classmates, asked to join him for a drink, dressed in proper clothes for once, not in her training clothes, rather classy, too, after short research upon the bar, seeming to be on a higher level, not just a place to get drunk, making it easier to lure her out.       Though, in the end it had been in vain, her coming out, ditching her relaxed evening at home, instead greeted by a message, shortly after having settled down at the bar, she had ditched her healing time, her classmate had ditched her, a message with whatever excuse, she had already forgotten about it, instead sitting there awkwardly, shoulders stiffened from the unused environment, one drink ordered for the necessity, for not just walking in and leaving, now standing in front of her, mostly untouched, nearly dropped even, upon suddenly being spinned aside, looking into a face that seemed vaguely known. Head working on it, trying to remember where she had met him, her back arched naturally, teased by the gentle touch, easily felt through the thin fabric of her black blouse, caused after years of dancing, reacting to a partner’s movements, going along with them, it wasn’t much different now, feeling his fingers sliding down, along her spine, distracting her thoughts only for a tad.       His words got the memory back, that day in the practice room, making her tense lightly, reminiscing his actions, breaking into one of the studios, catching her changing clothes, not like it had mattered much, there had been enough people seeing her change, but being accused like that now… Actually, it didn’t make her show much of a reaction, gaze steady as she looked at him, voice calm, answering, “You were the one breaking in. You could have knocked.” Because, one thing for sure, she had locked the door back then, he shouldn’t have been able to intrude like that, thus not feeling much, only distracted by the sight of the bottle, placed in front of him, making her wonder for a moment, whether it was his, whether he had planned to empty it. “Instead of burning them, you should have put more effort into improving your grades”, she replied, fetching her phone, upon hearing it ring, finally, the proper explanation to her being alone, some family incident, naive as she was, she just took it in, wrote back her greetings and well-wishes, not even looking at the drunk, more focused on her keyboard. “And breaking into foreign places is illegal, not fun. You should concentrate on other things and not think about how to become a criminal.”

   no fun – it seemed like these days his life had become a dull echo of what it used to be. A constant tug and flow of repetition that would eventually cause him to snap. He’s so certain this is his fault alone, always seeking out a sense or normalcy among his every changing lifestyle, yet, whenever he happened to take hold of it or even make attempt to grasp for too long – he allowed it to slip, break a part so easily despite previously wanting it. Things seemed like this now, his nasty habit to find fault in even the simplest of happiness in order to make himself miserable once more was beginning to claw it’s way back to the surface. This was just him, Jaxon Lee, a boy who’d rather suffer and take the pain than love and nurture that his bones so subtly desired. Even now, he’s drinking to excess without reason, not having woes or any worries to lead a misfortune most would wish to drown away. No, if anything he’s bored. Bored with himself, bored with what was going on around him, with every situation that could possibly manifest itself in such a quaint bar – in his seemingly ‘quaint’ life. That alone seemed a good enough concept to drink to, toss back a few more shots in order to forget that he indeed needed to wake up tomorrow morning and press play once more, forever stuck on repeat.

  Still, he’d found something interesting or dare he say someone interesting in confines of shallow building – it’s bright lights and shimmering surroundings too fancy for even his tastes; but a place to drink was a place to drink. He’d shrugged it off, all attempts of those trying to start up casual conversation, casting their gazes to female to his left and deciding not to bother her when she seemed to keen on whatever message graced her phone. Had he been a little more sober and hadn’t lost a single contact somewhere in the middle of the night, Jaxon may have grown nosy. Alas, he’s concluded female to be ditched, alone in this place just as much as himself, and that seemed reason enough to begin his subtle ‘harassment’ of a familiar visage. When feminine tone hits his ears, finally gracing him with retort, it’s enough to earn a smile; a subtle notion of interest, of amusement. There is a crinkle along his eyes, palm slipping from her mid-back to rest along the back of chair to which female remained seated, when he goes to speak once more; chuckle dying out in his throat. “Ah, you’re right.. it was me in the wrong, hm?” he must be drunk, if he’s agreeing so quickly to his own fault, not bothering to arguing.

  Her words spike his interest further, a girl who wasn’t keen on taking his shit or any of that around her, had been his type not too long ago. Confidence was enticing, sexy, something that brought even the toughest man to his knees if used properly. “You’re correct, again –” this time he doesn’t bother hiding his amusement, pearly whites making appearance and no hint of annoyance brought forth despite the brashness of her tongue. “I should have worked on my grades, but school never interested me. I didn’t plan to become a scientist or anything actually contributing to society anyway – “ he was too selfish for that. Reaching over to grab his now refilled drink he takes a gracious sip, digit once more brushing to female’s spine before hand retreats; minding personal space once again. “Criminal – ?? isn’t it only illegal if you get caught??” words flow out as if he’s genuinely interested in reply, head titling to side; making sure to linger dark orb stare upon feminine visage. “Live a little on edge once in a while.”

[gvssamer]

➤

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face. @kimdevl

To start off, it’s too damn dark. 

   Scattered lightening storms no doubt being the cause of the sudden power outage and Jaxon having been one to get caught in said storm while on his way home from work. It’s safe to say he’s drenched, dripping from head to toe as he made his way through lobby doors of his rather expensive loft’s residential building. He’d received a few sympathetic stares from those that had been smart enough to wait out storm in lobby’s accommodating surroundings that remained light by cell phone and candles alike; others just sticking downstairs because they were fearful of the dark. He probably would have stayed downstairs too had he not two things on his mind. One, being the fact he needed to change clothing from his drenched clothing, and the second being he had TWO kids to check upon upstairs.  

     Ah, upstairs. It became a painful reminder that he needed to climb ten flights of stairs with duffle bag in tow; slung over his shoulder in sloppy manner. Had it not been from the AC being knocked out too, he may have been shivering from the automated breeze, alas, its damn near boiling, as he enters stairwell and he sets off (partially grateful) in a soggy mess upstairs. It doesn’t take long, however, not as long as he originally thought after he got a pacing of taking two steps at time(something he’s going to regret with soreness come morning time).  Now, Jaxon isn’t one to grow fearful, at least not when he knew the difference between reality and the more ‘supernatural‘ aspect of things – yet, when he hears a noise coming from other side of door of loft door he’s feeling a bit reluctant to twist key into lock and proceed inside. He’d  seen a video like this once, had he not? A part of him understands it’s better to face one’s fears rather run from them, while the other part was more or less debating leaving aegi and deul to fend for themselves. Alas, he’s won over by reason, an that burning desire to get out of wet clothing, and finds himself opening door with a subtle click of lock. 

   He nearly jumps out of his skin when calico kitten, barely past his ankles, slips by him with a soft meow. It doesn’t take long for him to come to conclusion it’d been aegi scratching at doorway; no doubt alerted to his arrival home and not some strange being he’d probably have to sell his first born to in order to survive. “…shit.. aegi…. what the fuck..”  she doesn’t seem to mind the fact she’d almost killed her second owner upon his arrival home,because the kitten seems satisfied with his (near-death)entry and scampers off once more to do ‘kitten’ things. “…I swear, she does it on purpose –” he mumbles, more or less grumbling at the fact he almost had a heart attack and coming to realization that he needed to lay off the horror related themes for a while if he was going to live a peaceful life. “ one down… one more to go..” uncharacteristic softness in his tone granted as dark orb scan into nearly pitch black loft searching for familiarity with a forming hum in his throat. nearly kicking off his shoes at entry point and shutting door behind him, nimble digit reach for mobile in order to illuminate a little more light in front of his now weary steps. 

   Nearly shuffling down hallway after making a brief check to kitchen and living room, Jaxon has come to the conclusion that his other ‘kid’ and otherwise most important person, was hiding out somewhere else. Something that somewhat bothered him because it seemed he never went this long without having latter in his reach, then again, maybe he was just being a baby because he was seemingly ‘alone’ in his loft and couldn’t find male anywhere; it was safe to say the dancer who otherwise remained nonchalant was pouting. Either way he cou— his thoughts come to halt when a brief sensation of digit touch his shoulder and his fist is flying out rather his words making full contact with undoubtedly a visage; his knuckles already stinging and curses flying out of his mouth quicker than his hand came back to retreat. He manages to stumble backwards, tripping over his now dropped bag and landing ass first onto wooden tiled flooring; another sting to worry about tomorrow. “ shit.. fuck… fucking shit… shitfuck – DEUL. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL..” hiss passes through clenched teeth as if HE were the real victim here, mobile momentarily dropped in his scramble barely illuminating opposite figure but he knew older male’s frame enough he could probably identify him from a mile away.

   It doesn’t dawn on him till he hears groan coming from opposite frame does he realize he’s managed to punch males visage rather harshly in his bout of fear. Not wasting a single beat, he scrambles to move over to where his lover has tipped over as well, and goes to grasp for opposite wrists, tugging away extremity that hide subtle swelling of flesh around older’s nose. He nearly whines out loud, a sweetness his actions that was never misplaced anywhere else, coming with a gentle touch of forefinger along bridge of nose; he bites his bottom lip, attempting not to laugh. “babe…. baby…. deul…. I think… “ he wants to joke around and say he broke elder’s nose but the temptation falls away when a strike of lightening hits too close to the building and he’s nearly jumping out of his skin for second time that night. “ .. I think we should go downstairs…. there is light, and… uh…. I think one of the residents is a doctor –” excuses, excuses.

[gvssamer]

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[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse. @kngyz

     Intoxication to the point of pointless blabber has more or less become a common occurrence for Jaxon these days than he’d like admit. It wasn’t as if he really NEEDED to drink to rid himself of unpleasant thoughts, because there were no unpleasant things to worry about (at least not these days). It was to cure sheer boredom, more often than not, an excuse to lose his otherwise keen sense of balance and rather analytical thoughts that swarmed his mind daily. He needed a break, occasionally, from routine that itched at his skin like some sort of parasite, reminding him that indeed the once prince of rebellion and smart ass comments had grown – boring. He doesn’t like the life of responsibility or that which causes him to take the ‘adult’ perspective in situations he’d rather jut punch his way out of and worry about – well, never. 

   It’s why, like most endings to a long day, his liver seems to thank him with aching madness whenever he happens to find a bottle of liquor in his hands; uncapping it to drink from the top like some type of barbarian rather fill a cup like a normal human being. 90proof Vodka – it reads, chuckle spilling past his lips no doubt carrying to those patrons bedside him in dimly lit bar, soft sound otherwise going unnoticed. He’d end up shit faced, no doubt, in a matter of minutes, if his track record was any proof of that; feeling a tad tipsy after four of five shots already. Sheepish grin forms along visage, a soft hiccup falling freely via ample lips that are briefly flicked with a quick swipe of tongue; gathering a hint of what’s left of a lingering taste.

   With appendage slipping behind chair of one beside him, it’s urged to turn, just fraction enough for a dazed pupil dilated stare to meet opposite belonging to female he’d undoubtedly seen before. He’d always been good with faces, not so well with names. It doesn’t take long for palm to smooth it’s way along slender back, digit drumming to female’s spine in order to gain her attention further. Jaxon had always been touchy without a hint of alcohol in his system, his culture shock coming to Korea after spending a good 16 years upon American soil hitting him hard upon finding out it was deemed ‘inappropriate’ to touch others so freely, much less invade their personal space. Alas, he’d found it even more entertaining to make others uncomfortable, to see them squirm, be it under a gaze or a touch; his more sadistic side showing itself. 

    He smiles, a half filled expression holding no real meaning and more or less a drunken gesture made to distill whatever discomfort may linger with his not so subtle approach in gaining her attention. “I remember you, the girl who likes to sneak into buildings and get half naked.” soft hum reverberates in throat and perhaps he speaks a bit too loudly, no shame held in his words, as elbow presses to counter and chin comes to rest against palm for support. “You ever break into … somewhere interesting?” another sheepish expression is made and had anyone he actually knew been present they would have ruled it off as nothing more than childishness; however to the ‘untrained’ eye it’s nothing more than downright mischievous. “I have… once.. or twice, I broke into the deans office back home… changed my grades and burned my ‘bad’ school records…. fun stuff –” he doesn’t know why he’s telling her this, a drunken stupor no doubt, drawn back to his foolish days’ looking to side briefly only to stare at her once more. “Wanna break into somewhere fun with me?”

[memesandthings]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER.

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.

[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.

[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.

[words-and-coffee]

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via itsmadncss)

[gvssamer]

Rules. take this TEST for your muse and post the results REPOST. DON’T REBLOG. tagged by: @kimdevl tagging: anyone who is willing to do it. 

Warmth : 38% [  cold, selfish ]  Intellect : 82% [ cerebral, analytical  ]  Emotional Stability : 38% [ irritable, moody ]  Aggressiveness : 86% [ controlling, tough  ]  Liveliness : 90% [ wild, fun loving  ]  Dutifulness : 26% [ untraditional, rebellious  ]  Social Assertiveness : 74% [ uninhibited, bold  ]  Sensitivity : 34% [ coarse, tough  ]  Paranoia : 74% [ wary, suspicious  ]  Abstractness : 50% [ practical, regular  ]  Introversion : 90% [ private, quiet  ]  Anxiety : 50% [ confident, self assured ]  Openmindedness : 70% [ curious, exploratory  ]  Independence : 62% [ outgoing, social  ]  Perfectionism : 86% [ orderly, thorough  ]  Tension : 38% [ relaxed, cool ]