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And despite everything I'm still human But I think I'm ＤＹＩＮＧ here. ➨ //THE THIEF, THE LIAR & THE PROTECTOR -indie oc-

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bartek borowiec

[lampirod-deactivated20150701]

Fingers suddenly clamped around her wrist, her own twitching to the rather hostile contact. The veins running through her muscled arms became evident, her face slightly darkening as her smile turned unnaturally sweet. She didn’t enjoy being man-handled like that when she was simply being nice.

"I’m used to my hair, but I’m not used to yours. I’m also used to other people touching my hair, so I wanted to see what all the hype was about. I still don’t get it, though yours is awfully soft.”

The tension in her body began to leak out as fast as it was soaked up, the skin tightly wrapping her veins smoothing back out along the way. Despite his suggestion, her hand ran through a bigger mess of his hair, twirling an even longer and larger lock around her fore finger as her thumb gently stroked it.

"You can feel mine if you want."

[igmentis]

      He could singe her flesh right now if it would persuade her to stop touching his hair, but he could practically hear his mentor's words echoing in the back of his mind. 'You know what happens when you lose your temper, Elio. It's best if you keep your powers under lock and key for now.' Burke was probably right, as always. If there was a way to avoid violence he should have been striving for it, but that was no fun.

 With a clench of his teeth he releases her arm and shakes his reddening palm at his side, out of sight. His eyes dart to her own hair at the offer, canines taking hold of the inside of his cheek until iron floods his taste buds. "... Temptin', but maybe another time. I'd appreciate it if ya'd stop touchin' mine, though. Ain't exactly a proper way t' greet a stranger."  

 The blade of his knife drags against his jeans in wait, almost hoping she would do something enough to entice its use as orbs burrow into her own. The red-headed teen swats her hand away once more, emitting a slight chuckle at the thought of how comical the whole situation was.

"This city's weird as hell, but-- never had someone touch my hair before. You'd make it'a first."

[igmentis]

Twirls a lock of his hair with one of her fingers. "Nice hair color."

       Had his senses dulled during his time off, or had he simply swept aside the slight tug he felt on the back of his skull? His brother did have a tendency to pull at his locks, perhaps that could have acquitted to his ignorance.

                        Though that was definitely not the voice of his brother.

        A chill runs up his spine and signals his brain of the aforementioned invasion of privacy, his fingers clenching around the knife tucked in the waistband of his pants.  The male's callused hand clasps around a surprisingly thin wrist, whilst the other holds his knife in plain sight. He had to admit, he was not expecting to find an attractive, albeit a bit rough around the edges, female on the other end of that arm.

"Thanks, but don't know what 'cha need to be touchin' mine for, when you got such a nice head of hair there yerself, Cutie."

[dynamiter]

[hissoka]

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ᴠɪᴍᴏʀᴀᴠᴇᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛ: Kuroko No Basuke [Ch.211]

  "Captain Akashi."

[everydaygun-deactivated20141204]

1500 Followers! Thanks to all of you. 

[mishencetu]

[yuri]

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[tenimuhou]

The Other Akashi Seijuurou

[igmentis]

lnsonnia

--When Bernd had placed the heist profile on his desk the week before, his eyes shone with an immediate interest. It had been a long time since something of this much value and rarity had caught their radar. A five hundred year old painting that had not been seen in nearly two hundred, and it was worth more than he could have ever assumed. Though sadly, it was to be distributed to a client for less than half of it's worth. A pity, a couple million dollars in his pocket would be a luxury. 

 "Right, I'm settin' my watch for fifteen minutes," Elio announced while he jabbed at the small keys on his arm. An ear piece was taken out of his bag and secured in his ear before he turned to his partner. "If I'm not out in by then, somethin' went wrong." Light feet padded across the lawn before he worked his way up the side of the building, and eased his way in through an open window. So far so good. Another three minutes passed as he soundlessly crept through the halls before coming upon a collection of crates on the upper level of the home. Thirty seconds with a crowbar and the painting was within his gloved reach. That was when he heard the ominous foot steps behind him.

[igmentis]

x- ooc;; I'll put up his about page eventually. For now he's mysterious~*~

[fukous]

He’s really, really mad… “I-Ikebukuro… Tokyo…?"

[igmentis]

There was a long pause while he pondered. "Ikebukuro, Huh? I need t' be in Kyoto."

[lampirod-deactivated20150701]

“‘the hell d’ya mean by ‘client?’" The demon retorted back, brows furrowed and lip slightly pulled back in a disgusted manner. Whoever he was, he didn’t have a very appealing or approachable atmosphere about him—and neither did his soul.

[igmentis]

"This is where people come when they.. need a certain skill set. Maybe somethin'  'borrowed' that doesn't belong t' you?"  He proceeded to tap the back of his heel against the hollow wooden desk that sat in the back of the parlor. He did not appreciate her expression, but there wasn't much he could do without causing a ruckus to wake up the whole estate. That wouldn't end well for either of them. "I'll give you thirty seconds t' explain yourself, startin' -- now."

[fukous]

"Wh-what…?" Angry… He’s angry…

[igmentis]

"Where. Am. I?" Ah, that tone wasn't very nice, Elio. 

[odditiesoflife]

Abandoned (Haunted) Hotel in Colombia

The Hotel del Salto is located near Tequendama Falls on the Bogotá River in Colombia. It was opened in 1924 and shut its doors in the 1990′s. The hotel’s Gothic design is perfectly enhanced by a river and waterfall. Some say the hotel is haunted and no one wanted to stay there. Others state that the adjoining river was extremely polluted and they had to close. For whatever reason, the hotel stands as a beautifully macabre landmark for lovers of classic architecture, urban exploration, and maybe a few ghosts.

[fukous]

igmentis

"…Can I help you?"

[igmentis]

"Yeah, 'the hell is this?"