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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#ICHORKIND.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAWOKEN BY EURYDICE. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ independent. | selective. | private.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MORE THAN BLOOD.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHIS ACCOUNT is labeled as 21+ ── all themes present ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤare regarded as ADULT, but will be tagged accordingly. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It is advised you interact at YOUR OWN discretion.

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ichorkind

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE SHADOWS, YEAH, THEY ㅤㅤㅤKEEP ME PRETTY, LIKE A MOVIE STAR !

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ DAYLIGHT MAKES ME ㅤㅤㅤㅤ FEEL LIKE DRACULA.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── self promo.#self promo /#blood /#I'm moving again just bc here feels yuckala.#I'm rewording some hc's too just because they misgender soo atp #you don't have to follow if you don't want but i'll be here

huiracha

250920 @ the fact music awards

#you've all moved on. i'm still here.#i'm STILL here.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── mirror.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#gif /

yonglixx

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j-miki

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── mirror.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#gif /

feral-ballad

Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”

[Text ID: “someone presses their teeth / to your skin and shows / just how needed you are.”]

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── character study.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.

@thrcnody ── „if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.“

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhat had they done, aside touch ? Other than tease ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey HAD to admit, to only themselves, that this sort of ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthing was humorous. His love for their sibling, identical in ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ so many ways, had been a source, endless, for their fun.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ And, why is that, darling ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA feigned innocence ; ever the lie.

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Their hands come to cup his jaw, as they lean close, irises of sweetest lavender affixed to every minute change in expression. Toying with him was cruel, TRUE ! However, they'd not push boundaries, clearly drawn in sand. No, they would not lavish much touch upon him, they would not bully pas that which was sacred. They draw away with a soft laugh, to the barest fluster.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ You're too funny, you know. ❞

There, too for Young - Soo, was some eeriness, to his visage. a STARK UNCANNINESS, TO TAEHO ! But they would not reveal such a factoid, lest it be used against them, the same.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ I see how you LOOK at them ... You've got it bad, don't you, love. ❞

↳ touch - starved.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── ask.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── one big & happy family.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#thrcnody

sunscoped

and really, the details of how it came to be would be lost on him. an appreciation for clothing, in the loosest sense of the term. he appreciates it more on his partner, he appreciates how ... pretty they look, always so dressed up, even when they're dressing down. maybe he wants to feel pretty too, maybe he wants to pretend that he's someone with a bit more elegance and class, even though he's anything but.

he has all the elegance of one of those inflatable tube people, waving around and looking a fool ; but at least he's a lot cuter than those things !

he strikes a pose against the wall, leg propped up and arm over his head like he's some damsel from some old-timey film. dae-ho isn't brave enough to wear the robe exactly how soo wears it ( that is to say, nude, for the most part ) but as he poses, the robe opens up just a little more, a little leg exposed, which the younger is quick to cover up.

though really, it was nothing that young-soo hadn't seen before.

" you think i could pull it off ? you always look so cute when you wear it ━━━ and i wanted to look cute too ! doesn't really fit me that well though, huh ? "

ichorkindarch

ㅤ Bashful, at the thought of OVEREXPOSURE ; Dae - Ho, was nothing short of endearing, in the sweetest way. Robe is a touch too loose 'round the shoulders, and bunches at the ground a touch too much, but it's nothing that alterations cannot remedy. They're careful, to sit up in coffin, fingers carding through their hair in efforts to push it back, to WAKE themselves up !

❝ I think you could. Perhaps in a different color. A little shorter, I find the length suits few, other than myself. Perhaps less sheer, to keep you... comfortable. ❞ Their voice, a deep, rumbling tone, bogged down still, by the weight of SLEEP. Fingertips are mindful as they wipe at inner eye. ❝ But, my darling, you look beautiful. ❞ A jewel, prized ; but not HOARDED.

No, Young - Soo, differed from another that would wear their face. Dae - Ho, was not hidden and sequestered from the world, but shown proudly at parties, at events and shows. Granted, many were under the delusion that they were merely close friends, and to that Young- Soo would merely assure tabloids that their bond was STRONG. As long as Dae was happy, Soo would continue to encourage the younger to be himself.

Arms move upward and they stretch, stifling a yawn back as they toss blankets over their legs to drape o'er the side of their coffin. When they rise, they pad over to Dae with a smile, pressing a kiss lightly to his cheek.

❝ You know I adore dressing you to my tastes ... Even if they're a touch archaic, in the modern day. If this is close to modernity as I can get, then I'll enjoy it. ❞

#soo vc: You're always cute and ... 'fuckable.'#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── reply.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── main.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── dyn : young soo ♡ jung dae ho : call me whenever you're feeling lonely.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#sunscoped

@turnedkind ── ❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Had it not always been him ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHad their bond not been sewn, and nurtured, 'till it ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ blossomed ?

In the depth, of that coffin do they lie, the pair of them, Young - Soos' head nestled at the junction of arm and torso. Tae's arm cushions them, while his other draped over their figure, and together there, they'd lie. Comfortable. Quiet. The air is not TERSE, nor is it dead ; but Tae's statement lingers, there, as fingers come up to comb light through the ends of long, blond tresses. It's the sort of tenderness, one would display to a beat dog. Praying, that it does not snap its' jaws, or slink away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTae, knew everything. Tae had always known everything. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTae decided that he loved them, anyway.

ㅤㅤㅤ Mine, alone is his desire. As if Young - Soo, could love anyone the same. ㅤㅤㅤAs if any other, could come 'cross them, and see more than what was shown.

Their eyes close, and the sigh expelled is soft ; hush, for only the two of them to hear. They do not think, before they speak. It flows too naturally, too easily, when it was Tae.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... It could be no one else, my Love. ❞

↳ amore.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── ask.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── main.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── dyn : young soo ♡ yoon taeho.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#turnedkind

brokenfist

he kisses me, it feels like cannibalism. stone-cold, i take what he's givin' / ind. priv. sel. original character known as noname. written and created by miew. carrd link. ©

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── promo post.#<3

@thrcnody ── “You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ YOU CAN'T. ❞

Cigarette, precariously balanced 'tween their fingers. It isn't THEIR HABIT, it's stolen from someone else, they've seen how it eases him, and prays for the same salvation. However, it brings only the acrid taste to their tongue and the scorch in their throat. At least it's a distraction, they think.

Eyes dart just past Min - Kyu, before dragging to the other side of derelict alleyway. No one, save for the two of them, had been there. The mob, had been THANKFULLY ditched. Left behind, somewhere between Louis Viton, and Guess. Even STATESIDE, they could not escape a loyal fanbase, and while they did not hold DISDAIN for those that loved them, they held fear. In their minds' eye, they could see grabbing hands, ripping them apart at the seams, uncovering every nasty, pathetic, filthy little secret.

❝ You can't. It's the life I chose for myself. And I don't imagine it'll let me free, anytime soon. ❞ Welcome to the life of Jeong Young - Soo. Their leg bounces, rapid and near unstoppable. Filter is raised to their lips, and hesitates there, before cigarette is snuffed out at their kneecap, brief, flash of pain causing them to wince. ❝ I want quiet. I want peace, for once. I love them, truly, those that support FATES ; but there are days I cannot take it, anymore. Nothing can be done. It's all contractual. ❞

↳ noticing trauma.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── ask.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#thrcnody #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── one big & happy family.

brokenfist

you are used to being, well, used. by everyone, really. at some point, you've begun to wonder if you even own your body anymore or if it's just become the property of someone else, like your asshole boss back at the firm.. or maybe the manager who oversees everything at the warehouse where you box nightly. or are you owned by no one, not even yourself, in such a manner that anyone thinks they're allowed use of you? you don't exactly stop anyone anyways, never utterly the words 'stop' or 'please don't'.

you're asking them to stay before you realize what you've done.. and get surprised when they seem to agree, settling down near you. you wonder if your voice sounded too pathetic to ignore, if maybe they saw you as a way to boost themselves up, make them feel good.. not that it matters. though it feels so utterly needy to request such a thing, really showcases how lonely you are and how willing you can be to accept any attention or company you can get.

the blood is sticky and warm on your neck, your skin. you find yourself nodding sluggishly at their offer. " sure. " it's quiet, almost lost in the air of the night, floating off into the sky to be with the stars and planets above. then a smile, that smile you wear when you're not sure what you should do or say, encased in awkwardness and good intentions, slanted and a little off. " if y-you.. don't, um.. if you don't mind. "

ichorkindarch

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ You do not CLAIM to know his disposition, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ you do not pretend that you do. However, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ something SO LOUDLY SCREAMED, that ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ there had been something amiss with this ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤone.

You're uncertain, as to what would bring this situation some ease ; it's not that you're not PROFICIENT in diffusing some sort of terseness, but rather, you've never quite been in this situation. A feed, a fuck, and a departure. That was your routine. Rare was it, that you were asked to linger,

Still, your hands busy, and a fang nicks a vein, freeing your own ichor. It's a brief sting, and it fads with a BLINK. It's a gamble ; he could refuse your blood, find it revolting and you, just the same. Or, he could take it, and drink too much and find himself a THRALL. Both outcomes, were something of a pain. You press your wrist to his lips, and your voice is clear :

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Drink no more than what's welled to the surface. Anything else, and you won't be yourself. And I'm certain that's not too appealing. ❞

Your other hand, grasping cloth still, wipes at his skin, white fabric greedily drinking up RED as you once had. Sigh expelled is soft, but it's not one of agitation, nor being bothered. No, it stems from something DEEPLY internalized, something so, woefully unsatisfied that you deign to even open up about it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I do hope that you can forgive me. It wasn't personal. ❞

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@thrcnody ── „You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.“

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ㅤOf course, they could have gone ANYPLACE ELSE, to lick their wounds - to speak.

There is something too PRIDEFUL in them, to admit that the country was not treating them well. Fans, here mobbed them less, true, but were JUST as demanding. Expected them to understand nuanced topics that, frankly, Young - Soo did not dabble in. KOREA WAS HOME, and the woes of the west, were simply not on their radar, prior to fleeing here. Los Angeles was hospitable, in some ways ; in others, less inviting than their own childhood home.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey sit in safehouse, brow furrowed.

They'd made the mistake of traversing into the public eye, with only an umbrella ; no mask, no shades, NOTHING to mask their identity. And when one Fated found them, well ... IT TOOK LITTLE TIME, for a crowd to amass. They recede into the shadows of the structure, tossing a glance outside the window to the sunny world outside.

❝ When you live this life ; then feel free to comment. Be flattered I find solace in your presence. ❞ Even words that ought to be BITING and cruel, are rounded, and soft. They have nary a harsh bone in their body, right now, ragged and exhausted. Sigh leaves their lips, fingertips creeping close to the precipice of where light shines through. They dare not scorch themselves with sunlight. ❝ It's no better than home, here. ❞

↳ blood on your sleeve.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── ask.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── one big & happy family.#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ── queue.#thrcnody