Linger.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

[lingeringthirst]

don’t forget me mijin&daehan

[scpphjc-blog]

sage had been in “the chair” for so long that she was begging for the light. her skin craving for something tangible. the constant darkness was feeding her with so much hate and she didn’t stop it from completely swallowing her.

there were no other source of entertainment so she settled for whatever was available. she learned mijin’s quirks and routine already. she sat there and watched through mijin’s eyes what she did every day.

mijin was an absolute bore. she almost never leaves her bookstore and always had her nose in a snore fest book. the only thing even remotely entertaining was daehan.

she knew about mijin’s girlfriend. this stunning dimpled girl fell for someone with such a plain personality was beyond her understanding.

sage had seen her through mijin’s eyes but to actually see her while she was in control of the light struck her anew with the woman’s good looks. there was something a bit hippy-ish about her, from the way she moved to her brown unruly hair and her style.

daehan had an aura to her that seemed like she danced to her own beat. “interesting.” she muttered under her breath.

she walked slowly towards mijin’s partner, like a lion waiting to pounce. how tragic that she’ll ruin this beautiful woman. “right that kiss.” she answered with a smirk.

with each stride her mind became more polluted, more resolute, the awareness that she now has all the power electrified her.

she was now in front of her. her scent clouding her senses. sage grasped her hair with one hand and the other placed on the small of her back. she pulled her small frame to her and brushed daehan’s hair back from her shoulder and moved in so close she can feel her body pressed up against her.

she kissed her ear lobe first, then grazed her nose on daehan’s collar bone before coming back up to her neck and nipped it gently.

sage knew mijin had never done anything like this before and it exhilarated her. she craved human contact and this was what she was looking for.

mijin thrashed and tried everything in her power to grab hold of the light but it was futile. she couldn’t do anything while sage kissed her girlfriend. it disgusted her and a pang of jealousy filled her chest seeing them together. she knew it was stupid but the tears came anyway. it flowed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin.

sage released daehan from her hold and said “how was that?”

it could be daehan’s imagination, a flicker of illusion for a moment, but daehan swore there was so much ferocity in mijin, which normally didn’t exist at all. there was fire—no, a flame, there was a huge forest flame in those little pupils. before daehan could react to what seemed to be an illusion, she was pulled without care. mijin never acted in such way. mijin handled her with utmost gentleness, mijin would hold her face and whisper beautiful nonsense. mijin would kiss her cheek, claim daehan’s an angel.

but this mijin was like the devil.

her hands were rough, showing no signs of affection with the tug. it even felt like she was clenching daehan around the neck. the lips hovering her skin made daehan gulp, her pair of tiers instinctively parting with a sigh. her fingers clenched on mijin’s top, cheeks instantly coloring with evident embarrassment (and arousal albeit unwanted). the nipping on her earlobe strummed a low groan from her chest. the peck on her collarbone weakened her knees and the nipping on the neck had her inhaling sharply.

this was new. daehan liked it.

“where— hah,” a sheepish chuckle while her cheeks continued to color her cheeks, threatening to spread down her neck. “where did you learn that? did the students leave naughty books or s–something?” mijin’s eyes looked different. they’re darker. maybe daehan’s overthinking it. daehan had to hold onto the edge of the table to keep herself up once mijin released her. “you haven’t really kissed me yet, though.” it was odd but some kind of instinct in her couldn’t find to ask for more. “but that–that can wait ‘til home, i guess.”

[lingeringthirst]

something weird came over her after that. her heart was beating so fast like she ran a marathon and this was new to her. initially she wanted to send mijin to a jealous rage but now a flicker of feelings that were foreign to her engulfed her body.

what the fuck was that?

sage inhaled a shuddering breath and released it with a smile. trying to compose herself.

”i didn’t learn that anywhere. it was all me.” she answered cockily.

daehan was beet red, blushing like a schoolgirl. she found it incredibly endearing and that made her stop for a second. these emotions were unwanted yet it came full force. it almost made her drop to the floor.

she needed to keep things in check. love disgusted her. for a person to give up everything for another person made her want to throw up.

mijin had the light for way too long and didn’t even give her a little glimpse of it. she gathered enough strength to finally use their body and all that matters now was to inflict as much pain to mijin as she possibly can. and to do that she’ll have to hurt daehan.

she clenched her fists, digging her nails in her palm. sage quickly erased all thoughts of those odd things she felt earlier.

“yeah whatever. i’m hungry. can we go now?” she said coldly.

she made her way out of the door not waiting for daehan.

the sun was long gone now but the summer heat was still unbearable.  she can feel sweat forming on the small of her back.

she knocked on the glass door impatiently and said “are you going to stay there all night or are we getting that dinner?”

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she can’t be tamed!

[moomoocentral]

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[lingeringthirst]

don’t forget me mijin&daehan

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she heard her girlfriend enter the store. her voice immediately putting a silly smile on her face.

the sight of daehan instantly relaxed mijin. her breath seemed to stumble in her lungs before she let it go, feeling the tension leave her body.

that familiar warm feeling in her chest was there again. it was there only when her girl’s around.

“hi babe.” the first time she said the word today. saying the nickname for her girlfriend softened the edges of the anxiety sitting in her chest.

mijin noticed daehan’s hair was visibly disheveled and her lips were chapped again.

she reached for the lip balm in her pocket, she only have it because daehan forgets to put it on even though she had reminded her to take care of her lips countless of times.

mijin uncapped the lip balm and stepped closer to her girlfriend. they were almost skin to skin. she placed a hand on daehan’s shoulder and applied the lip balm.

“did you forget your lip balm in your car again?” she said softly. then she leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. she brushed her lips against daehan and muttered “i missed you.”

she pulled away long enough to stop herself from going any further. “of course you remember food instead of actually taking care of yourself.”

mijin ruffled daehan’s brown hair, messing it up even more.

she felt a gush of wind coming from the back window of the store. she didn’t remember opening it. a chill ran down her spine. she brushed off the unwelcomed thought that maybe sage had taken over her body for a second.

“yes, let’s go and get our dinner on. let me just close the window.”

as she neared the back window, she felt her body go limp but it really didn’t. it was her hold to the light that went weak. an invisible rope wrapped around her and she was suddenly sitting in a chair, unable to move.

sage appeared before her, cocky and an eyebrow raise. “you’re incredibly careless mijin. told you i’ll get the light.”

she was screaming like an animal cornered, “please don’t sage. please, please!” tears streaming down her face.

“you’re fucking pathetic.” sage said. she turned and looked over daehan.

“my turn.” an ugly smile painting her face.

mijin was sunlight. mijin was oxygen. mijin was everything that’s kind in this world at the same time soft yet assertive. mijin knew what she wanted along with that what daehan needed. mijin was daehan’s everything and anything. mijin was what daehan thought of during her slumps just as she was during her highs. mijin— daehan could spell the name over and over in her head without exhaustion.

with mijin close, their proximity almost merging to one, daehan couldn’t help but let out a sigh. she’s home. it’s like opening their front door with mijin’s scent blanketing her. “yeah, sorry about that.” daehan was indeed apologetic. worrying mijin was the last thing she wanted to do (although it was a guilty pleasure). mijin within kissing distance was like holding a flower close to her nostrils. beautiful up close, breathtaking when you take the scent in. daehan found herself moving closer, like a bee pollinating. “i missed you too, babe.” the smile that curved daehan’s lips was tired but not forced. no, nothing was forced with mijin. mijin’s nose, lips, eyelashes, cheeks, were like what god based to construct the heavenly bodies.

ah, she’s just so beautiful.

unable to hide her evident disappointment, daehan pouted when mijin stepped back. “hey, i wanted a kiss.”daehan sulked. no harm intended though. mijin was just going to close the window. “give me a kiss before stepping out or else i’m not cooking you anything.” daehan heard mumbling from mijin. she laughed. of course, mijin always had the last say. settling on a chair again, daehan pulled her mirror out to look at her bruised lips. there were patches of violet and red all over, skin stinging when she pressed the tiers together. would she have survived all this time without mijin? daehan couldn’t imagine anymore.

“by the way, we should buy wine tonight. or i don’t know, beer? i feel like drinking. work’s been super stressful,” the whole time daehan spoke, she continued to inspect the lips mijin tended earlier to, running the pad of her index finger over its length. oblivious of everything that had happened, she beamed when she saw mijin (or not mijin) look at her again.

“so, my kiss?”

[lingeringthirst]

sage had been in “the chair” for so long that she was begging for the light. her skin craving for something tangible. the constant darkness was feeding her with so much hate and she didn’t stop it from completely swallowing her.

there were no other source of entertainment so she settled for whatever was available. she learned mijin’s quirks and routine already. she sat there and watched through mijin’s eyes what she did every day.

mijin was an absolute bore. she almost never leaves her bookstore and always had her nose in a snore fest book. the only thing even remotely entertaining was daehan.

she knew about mijin’s girlfriend. this stunning dimpled girl fell for someone with such a plain personality was beyond her understanding.

sage had seen her through mijin’s eyes but to actually see her while she was in control of the light struck her anew with the woman’s good looks. there was something a bit hippy-ish about her, from the way she moved to her brown unruly hair and her style.

daehan had an aura to her that seemed like she danced to her own beat. “interesting.” she muttered under her breath.

she walked slowly towards mijin’s partner, like a lion waiting to pounce. how tragic that she’ll ruin this beautiful woman. “right that kiss.” she answered with a smirk.

with each stride her mind became more polluted, more resolute, the awareness that she now has all the power electrified her.

she was now in front of her. her scent clouding her senses. sage grasped her hair with one hand and the other placed on the small of her back. she pulled her small frame to her and brushed daehan’s hair back from her shoulder and moved in so close she can feel her body pressed up against her.

she kissed her ear lobe first, then grazed her nose on daehan’s collar bone before coming back up to her neck and nipped it gently.

sage knew mijin had never done anything like this before and it exhilarated her. she craved human contact and this was what she was looking for.

mijin thrashed and tried everything in her power to grab hold of the light but it was futile. she couldn’t do anything while sage kissed her girlfriend. it disgusted her and a pang of jealousy filled her chest seeing them together. she knew it was stupid but the tears came anyway. it flowed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin.

sage released daehan from her hold and said “how was that?”

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unwanted visitor ❞ alexis & youngju

[pyrxflies]

lingeringthirst:

being dead had its perks she supposed. youngju did not have to deal with perverts and idiots anymore. didn’t have to be an adult and pretend to be polite. death suited her nicely.

she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. her tanned skin almost glowing, maybe a side effect of death. she hated that she had to die in her tight silk pajamas. her plump thighs exposed as the garment was too short to be considered decent. the plunging neckline and thin straps of her top were enough to make the most chivalrous man blush. she remembered putting it on to see how it looks. it was a gift from a friend, trying to help her find a partner.

the details of her death was a mystery to her.  there were bits and pieces that sometimes come to her but then fade like cigarette smoke disappearing before her eyes. she was sure of one thing though, someone murdered her inside her apartment.

youngju heaved a sigh, a frown forming on her face. she ran a hand through her shoulder length hair. it puzzled her that she can feel her own body but other things she can’t. she herself was intangible and invisible to the living but if she wanted to she can make herself known to a person but only one at a time.

she wanted her murder solved as soon as possible. she lost count of the days she had been stuck on earth, she was still on the fence if there really was a place where the spirits go but she wanted to get it over with already. she was just 25 years old and someone took her life like it was nothing. she needed to know soon.

the door to her bathroom opened, revealing the woman that rented out her place.  she cast an observing glance at her. she was blonde and pretty with a slim body and this woman’s eyes were focused, almost calculating. her hands were long and looked a little rough. youngju wondered what this woman does for a living.

she was bored out of her mind and decided to make an appearance and scare this captivating woman. her body began to materialize with a slight shimmer, corners of her lips lifting.

“you really should knock first. i’m obviously using the bathroom.” she said nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t a ghost.

it’s not long after that she was greeted by a presence on the bathroom, someone’s presence. “ah sorry.” she answered ever so casually, was about to turn her back but before she could even step out of the bathroom, chills ran down her spine. alexis was left frozen, feet planted to the ground. she did not made a move, nor made a sound for a few minutes.

the realization hit her late, probably because she was too tired to even process whatever is happening, her mind floating somewhere else at the first few seconds. once everything sink in to her, alexis contemplated whether she should turn around, just to check if she wasn’t seeing things, that there was really someone else in this bathroom. she shouldn’t be having any guests around, not at this time, not when she just moved in and not when she haven’t even unpacked her stuff in the first place!

it was chilly, and yet she felt sweats trickled her temples. alexis was fascinated but a bit frightened. “ah, i must be so tired.” she shook her head rather defensively, stepping out of the bathroom completely. ghost aren’t supposed to be real anyway—she definitely was just seeing things. “maybe i’ll just lie down for awhile.”

the place was fairly small, but she wasn’t acquainted to every part so she took her time to search for the bed, but upon seeing the mess on the bedroom, she decided to sleep in the couch for the today, only for today—tomorrow she will fix everything. she had all the day to herself after all. but for now, she will rest.

hopefully she won’t be seeing things as she rests. there alexis laid down on the soft cushion, a sigh of relief escaping from her lips.

[lingeringthirst]

she didn’t expect the blonde to completely ignore her. she thought she would jump out of fright seeing vivian but the girl literally looked at her and closed the door.

a giggle bubbled over her. “what an odd reaction.”

vivian contemplated on what to do next. whether to attempt another scare or leave her alone.

she looked tired, maybe she’ll do it in the morning. vivian willed herself to be invisible again. she wanted to snoop around the new girl’s things. it would give her a clue what this blonde does for a living.

she walked right through the closed door. she turned a corner to where the living room was and saw the woman sleeping on the couch. she neared her and bent down. her cheeks were fluffy and her lips were a bit small but plump. vivian noticed the woman’s long eyelashes and she was mesmerized.

she stopped herself from staring any further, she was well aware that no one’s going to see her being an absolute creep but she needed to snap out of it.

she moved away and found the woman’s bag, there she saw an id. it was like she saw hope for the first time in a long time.

the woman’s name was alexis and she was a fucking police officer. that explains the demeanor of the blonde, the way she carried herself screamed discipline. vivian should have guessed.

“she can help me find out my killer.” she said to herself.

she paced across the room with her hands on her hips, contemplating what to do next. this can change everything.

she was getting impatient. vivian can’t wait till the morning. she forced herself to became visible again and shouted “wake up alexis!” they weren’t properly introduced yet for her to call her by her first name but this wasn’t the time for social norms.

vivian crossed her arms and glared at the sleeping blonde. “wake the fuck up!”

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[pyrxflies]

brand new world ❞ daryl & vivian

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lingeringthirst:

she watched the emotions of daryl unfold before her eyes. she knew fear was now drowning every logical thought in the blonde’s head. she put her hand on top of the other in an attempt of assurance.

she wanted to yell at her and say that fear was futile for death was inevitable. “they will never find out. you tricked a whole district. you can trick the whole country too.”

vivian moved closer until she can practically feel daryl’s skin on hers. her hands grasped her friend’s face and looked her in the eyes “you will not give up on me. you will not give up on your brother. do you hear me, you idiot?” she was hoping her nickname for the girl will make her smile.

the train door opened, she quietly stood up along with daryl. vivian brushed her hand on the other girl, she always does this, this was her way of showing affection although she wanted to do more than that.

“we can’t win this but you can.” she breathed deeply, she should be calm for she knows if she shows just a tiny bit of panic in her demeanor, daryl will crumble in pieces.

she decided dying was not that awful if her friend comes out of this alive. if her friend who was the kindest human she had ever encountered would at least feel the luxury the capitol can offer, then dying was a beautiful thing to welcome.

“the plan is to have you breathing by the end of the game.” she answered with a stern voice.

they entered their hotel room and she was in shock of the expensive furniture peppering the place. windows were draped with thick crystal curtains, odd paintings hung from wall to wall, and the chairs looked like it were for décor rather than for function.

she made herself sit in the lush sofa, crossed her legs and stretched her arms above her head. others might think she was the most relaxed tribute but her heart was pounding, a strategy already sitting in her brain.

vivian had always known that daryl will do anything she said and that the blonde likes her in a romantic sense. she never said it with her own lips but she had read daryl’s little habits and the longing in her eyes convinced her as such.

“you will kill the tributes who are on our way but we won’t actively seek them. we will avoid them at all costs. this will reduce the risks of us being slaughtered in there.” vivian muttered.

she found herself gnawing on the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she has when she was about to do something idiotic. she had to do this, she might never get the chance again.

she stood and walked slowly to daryl, her footsteps echoing in the vast room. she stopped inches from the blond and peered at her. daryl was an androgynous beauty, her skin looked ever so soft.

she moved her head closer and placed a warm haste kiss on daryl’s lips. vivian can feel her face warming so she hid her face with her hands and tried not to run into anything as she went to her room.

comforting words, it was all vivian could offer her for sure. better than nothing, daryl thought. but she couldn’t afford to let them sink in. maybe she was overthinking—of course, she could trick them. it’s been more than a decade since she tricked everyone about her identity, it would be too late to think about that now.

she was afraid, frightened, anxious, all kinds of negative feelings slowly seeping and all she could ever do was to hold on to vivian, find comfort in her hand. so when she felt that familiar feeling, the brushing of her hand, daryl did not hesitated but to hold her hand entirely, palm to palm, fingers interlaced— she held it for her dear life, grip firm and tight, just like how she grip on that last strand of hope inside her. vivian—vivian was daryl’s only hope.

with that being said, she held the woman’s hand the entire time. fuck what everyone says, but she doesn’t want to lose her only hope after all. the new environment scares her, the people around—everything was foreign, the fancy clothes, loud chattering, boisterous laugh, beautiful cityscape. she only managed to let go of vivian’s hand when they arrived on their hotel—finally a safe haven, a breathing space.

the hotel room wasn’t any different from the interiors she had witnessed across the city, everything was fancy, even the vase on the middle of the table was probably more expensive than her life. everything fancied daryl, but she doesn’t dare to touch anything—afraid she might break anything she hold, afraid she might have to pay. they barely have any money for food, let alone for an extravagant display.

sitting doesn’t sound comforting to daryl, she chose to stand by the glass window, looking through the cityscape. somehow, the breathtaking view kept her calm, for now. she heard vivian spoke but she doesn’t turn around, only nods in acknowledgement, in attempts to let her know she was paying attention. she was noting it down, somewhere in her brain—a note entitled ‘ways to stay alive by ahn vivian’. it wasn’t just the advice vivian gave her during the trip, she already kept the notes intact ever sinec day 1, noting everything vivian taught her even when they were kids. she always treasured everything vivian told her, that was the amount of trust she gave her— skyrocket, higher than any building she was seeing right now.

daryl could only hope she doesn’t break it, not now, not later, never.

she heard the echoing footsteps, so daryl turned around. she thought vivian was finally going to her room, but she was surprised to see her going towards her direction. but before she could even question her, she felt a warm seeping through, pair of lips pressed against hers, it didn’t last long but daryl, feeling extremely startled at the sudden affection, was entranced.

it took her long enough to get back on her feet, but before she knew it vivian was already way from her grasp. although the action left her confused, daryl could not afford to question it—instead she just accepted it wholeheartedly. daryl could only touch her own lips and for the first time in like a week—she smiled, genuinely.

“goodnight.”

[lingeringthirst]

when daryl held her hand like she was her lifeline it broke her heart. the feeling spreading all throughout her chest like she was having a heart attack.

vivian didn’t regret the kiss she gave daryl. it was the only real thing right now. daryl’s lips were soft and she honestly wanted to kiss her again but this time with no reservations whatsoever.

however, she needed to put her feelings aside and plan for the games. maybe she needed to flirt with other players and kill them at the right moment. she made a mental note in her head and pinned it on the front of her brain.

she was lying on the bed, tossing and turning. wondering how the fuck will she save daryl inside the arena. she abandoned all hopes of surviving at this point.

they would need the help of the sponsors too. daryl should stop moping around and actually smile at the cameras pointed at them.

she sat up and cast an observing glance at her room. it was bigger than her own house back at district 4. right then an idea came to her.

they haven’t had combat practice for a while and she didn’t want daryl to lose muscle strength lounging around. her room was spacious enough for them to get some sparring in.

she was fully aware that there will be scheduled trainings but getting ahead of the herd won’t hurt.

she stood up and changed into her sweats. she put on the training shoes provided for them. it was black with breathable material, and the soles were thick enough. perfect for rigorous activities.

she went to the huge bathroom and looked at herself on the mirror. the training clothes were in black too, her favorite color. she lost more weight because of the stress depleting her appetite. her cheeks were visibly thinner and her arms lost a bit of muscle.

vivian applied lip tint on. she didn’t exactly know if it was for her or for daryl. the corners of her lips tugging up. she quickly erased the silly smile on her face. she looked like a love-struck school girl.

her footsteps were light as she slowly approached daryl’s bedroom. she didn’t bother knocking and barged inside the room.

“get up. we need to exercise.” she said grandly at the blonde, clapping her hands to wake her up.

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bullet ring. wheein&isabel

thin, string like, hands pointed at the roman numerals of five, the shorter at slowly reaching twelve. the e-mail wheein received last night at exactly midnight was precise, containing only four phrases.

target. 1730. mall. delete.

wheein sipped her tall americano under the afternoon air. it was damp, and humid, and it made her forehead sweat. the black cap she wore absorbed some perspiration. mental note: hand wash it when you get home. her arms were starting to moisten too. she preferred to sweat here than be cool inside; starbucks’ noise was another thing she couldn’t take. adrenaline was easier to grasp while sweating. senses were heightened the more heat circulated around wheein, like a kettle serving its purpose: reach boiling point. with the prickling feel of nervousness trailing down her temple, wheein could focus on the target with ease. the cold relaxed her but relaxing was the last thing she needed.

the coffee shop was just by the side of the mall, which was across the beach of where she was supposed to take the target out. it was a motel. the accommodating motel with the red flashing lights at midnight. it would be a five minute walk. her target was a man in his thirties, earning millions, probably some high shareholder in a company (all were guesses). wheein’s agency didn’t give her any reason for the assassination; not unusual. it will be a piece of cake. the man will arrive in a few and park his sedan right across his room.

hand watch pointed at five and three. ample time for wheein to get ready. as she walked across the street, still holding her half finished cup of coffee, her hand reached down to the right side of her hip. gun was there. the small town accommodated few people, hence fewer witnesses. not to mention they had dead roads; this was one. no cars, no people, no civilians. in no time, wheein was resting at the bench at the parking lot.

“ten minutes,” she whispered particularly to no one, taking the bitter taste of her coffee into her mouth again. “easy money,”

@lingeringthirst​

[lingeringthirst]

isabel’s phone buzzed, notifying her that a voicemail had been received, a distorted, altered voice came through the line “male, in his thirties, mall parking lot.” at that an image popped up on the phone screen. she immediately deleted the picture along with the voicemail and went through her usual routine.

she arrived at the motel, lugging around a suitcase and rented a room on the 2nd floor. she paid it with cash, to avoid any traces of where she is.

the room was nothing special. nondescript furniture occupied the space. it smelled of cigarettes and the sweet tang of soda, though she couldn’t see evidence of either.

she pulled a chair in front of the window and slid the window open, she felt the humidity hit her face. a thin sheen of sweat already forming on her skin.

she didn’t bother turning on the air-conditioning, the noise will only distract her. she was glad she wore a halter top instead of a shirt, the heat was getting on her nerves.

isabel carefully scanned the surroundings, only few people milling around. “good.”

she took out a white handkerchief in her back pocket and cleaned the table next to the chair and placed the suitcase on top of it. a loud click sounded as she opened the suitcase, revealing the sniper rifle she was carrying.

she carefully assembled the rifle and looked out through the telescopic lens. the window covered the firing point. she meticulously researched the layout of the motel and knew the room she rented out was perfect to take out her target.

she had always maintained a cool detachments to her targets. she thought of them as just that, targets. all she had to do was get rid of them  and she was good at it.

she regulated her breath, her finger on the trigger as she waited for the mark to show himself. she spotted him right away. she tied her raven hair back and set her eyes on him.

isabel squeezed the trigger. it was the first time in her entire career that she missed. the silencer effectively drowning the sound of her shot. the bullet hit the pavement.

a figure turned up in the crosshairs. adorned with a black cap, stalking the guy she was supposed to kill. but for the life of her she wasn’t entirely sure who this woman was.

by the way she was walking towards the guy and her hand on something on her hip, she calculated that this was another player in the game. another assassin. “motherfucker.”

isabel needed to get out and come up with another plan. she was pretty certain that other woman noticed the gunshot she fired. and to be made on the job was clearly unacceptable.

she packed up her things and glanced at her watch. she can still make it home in time for dinner with her wife.

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escaping heaven. kinzel&isley

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lingeringthirst:

isley’s lair was lit up by the sunlight; the place now looked like a glorified glass house. she designed everything; she seduced an architect and made him do the whole layout. all four walls are made with bulletproof glass. it is punctuated by a centrally located steel door that opens onto the landscape.

her plants seemingly stretching and welcoming the warmth the sun offered.  she too basked in the rays and she felt her power coursing through her veins for without the light her skills are weakened.

she paced around the room and stopped midway when the blonde before her was experiencing the side effects of her chemicals which are upped agility and strength.

isley untied the ivy holding together her hair, an amused expression on her face.

“you see my little flower, the chemicals i transferred are now taking effect. it’s a gift I’m giving to you.”

she gasped in utter surprise when kinzel wrapped her fragile arms around her. she blinked a few times, in an attempt to gather her scattered thoughts. why doesn’t she want to let go of this storm brewing that has now engulfed her?

isley reached up and ran her hand through the blonde’s, kinzel’s scent making it hard to think straight. she moved her hand around her middle, warm and soft. she was careful not to poke the woman with her sharp nails.

something came over her then, an earth shattering want and perhaps need to protect the damaged blonde comfortably clasping her green figure. she will murder anyone who hurts kinzel.

she can feel their chests rising and falling, her breathing matching the blonde’s. she sunk into the warmth that is kinzel and put her lips near her ear as she whispered “careful darling, you might want more if i give you what you want.”

isley lifted her and guided the blonde’s legs to wrap around her waist, grazing her lips on the pale sensitive skin between kinzel’s neck and shoulder. she walked to the glass wall and pushed her back to it, giving isely more leverage.

she kissed her ear lobe softly and drawled “first date it is.”

as the seconds ticked by, the more of the morning rays of the sun poured into the facility. it was orange— everything was orange. leaves started aiming to north, towards the sun’s direction, like an attentive crowd listening to their leader giving a speech. kinzel saw isley feel the sun as well. for a second, she thought the woman was glowing. maybe she was. either way, she was beautiful.

no human can be this gorgeous.

within a split second, kinzel’s awe produced mischievous poking. the want to run around, or just let the sudden adrenaline in her rush out, was strong. but she won’t run now, not after being pinned against this glass door that caused pain— arousing pain. a pain she’ll definitely search for when back in the real world. surely, anyone outside, if they do find a way to this area, will see how to ladies do the thing; the thing most men failed to do so. to pleasure a woman. kinzel’s legs were tight around isley’s slim waist, arms secured and locked behind the nape. her lips were inches apart from isley’s. she could feel the warm breath of the woman, her own starting an irregular pattern that seemed to yearn for less distance between them despite the proximity the root cause of this beat.

“first date, lovely first date with red. a lovely red.”

the grin that flashed on kinzel’s face glittered with confidence, the corners of her eyes decorated with assurance; finally, something in her actually caused effect on someone. “you seem to be distracted easily, babe. what would you do when we’re actually playing outside?” feeling the transparent barrier against her back, she pulled isley closer. torso flushed against the other’s, kinzel leaned her head to the side, letting isley succumb onto the sweet combination of sweat and cherry blossom perfume on her neck

like a flower seducing a bee.

“mr. j never showed this much interest in me,” a thought mentioned out loud. there was sadness there, but more of it was realization. that mr. j may have not been interested in the first place. at least not like isley did. the sharp teeth capturing her earlobe gave her skin bumps, shivers crawling from the pit of her stomach up to her spine. she could barely breathe; was it because of isley, the plants, or just her lust clouding her judgement? her lips, again, since earlier, yearned for isley’s pair. those soft lips— unable to control and swim in tension any further, kinzel clawed on isley’s back. she pulled isley closer, again, and hooked her teeth onto isley’s lower tier, blue eyes dark as they pierced into isley’s green orbs.

“will you make me feel good like no one did? can you even do that, hm? for a first date, perhaps?”

kinzel added pressure on the lower flesh, bit by bit, with the corners of her lips tugging up into a smirk. her disheveled blondes, strands disarray, and stomach exposed showed how she really was; an irreparable wreck. a horny mess beyond repair. “will you fuck me like he never did?”

[lingeringthirst]

the vibrant rays of the sun was all in its glory. kinzel was almost glowing beneath it. the sharp shadows cast by their tangled bodies looked like an abstract painting on the floor.

isley can feel almost every muscle on kinzel’s lithe figure. her blood thrumming with lust for this woman.

when kinzel pulled her closer, her breath hitched and a throaty moan escaped her lips. there were no more space between them.

her fingers banded around kinzels’ arm and the other leaving marks on the woman’s thigh. she was gripping her so hard, she knew it would leave bruises later but she could care less now. isley wanted to stay in this very moment for eternity.

she vividly felt kinzel bit her lower lip and rhyme and reason went out the window. isley swung her around and slammed her on the steel door, the sound of their bodies reverberating. her core was on fire, she needed release.

the mention of joker blinded her with rage that she tasted something bitter. her fingers curled tightly around kinzel’s torso and she threw her on the floor hard.

“for fuck’s sake stop mentioning joker!” she spat at the blonde. she felt her blood rushed to her head. god she was pissed.

her face became rigid, jaw clamped tight, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. “is joker all you can think about bitch? no wonder why he used you. you’re a fucking neurotic doormat.” as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.  she wanted to take it back but pride won over.

she neared the blonde and grabbed her arm, lifting her up. she gripped her face and went closer. isley instantly went soft as she looked at kinzel’s face, she noticed a bruise on her lower right eye.

she yanked kinzel to her and kissed her. firm, ceaseless, hungry.  her mouth met hers, she teased into her mouth, her tongue taking its time to savor.

her pulse surged through her body. she eyed the bed near the window and dragged kinzel, pushing her on the bed.

isley climbed on top of her, her thighs tight, escaping was out of the question. she emitted a tiny gasp. kinzel was such a stunning beauty, sprawled on her bed and was there waiting to be conquered.

she leaned forward, her body flushed against kinzel. the nerve endings on her body ignited. she placed a hand on the blondes thigh, slowly hiking up the other’s skirt.

she leaned in ever so closer. their bodies moulded into each other. her mind was fuzzy with desire searing through her brain.

she grasped her hands, pinning them above her head. she left tiny trails of kisses on the woman’s neck and then biting her on the shoulder harshly. the marks of her teeth glaring on her porcelain skin.

she stopped abruptly and peered at kinzel’s blue eyes, her hands still holding her down.

“do you want me to go on?” she asked.

[nespit]

[nespit]

[lingeringthirst]

don’t forget me mijin&daehan

[scpphjc-blog]

lingeringthirst:

the snow outside had long melted. the once biting cold has been replaced with the stinging touch of the sun. people are visibly welcoming the summer. sleeveless tops and shorts, becoming the trend again. mijin was thankful that her bookstore was air-conditioned. she loathed getting sweaty. she could still somehow feel the heat seep in from underneath the door. the sunlight casting weird shaped shadows on the floor. behind the register she sippped her homemade hibiscus tea. her table were full of picture frames that held the years she were with daehan, smiling and silly. mijin glanced at it fondly.

the smile on her face was replaced with a grimace. her thoughts a storm inside her head. 

sage wanted the light, to be able to control her body. mijin doesn’t know if she can hold on for much longer. she was tired of this tug of war but she had to for daehan, the girl that she will do anything for.

her heart skipped a beat when the bell rang, signaling a customer has entered her store. she thought it was daehan back from work. it was just a bunch of students. probably here to browse and escape the scorching summer outside.

the day almost done and she found herself becoming giddy. she had always loved the sunset because it means daehan will be here by her side any minute. her girlfriend’s presence never failed to calm her awful thoughts.

mijin rang up some books for a few customers, it was a slow day. she rummaged through her drawers and found a clean linen cloth. she stood up and walked to the door and flipped the open sign of her bookstore/café to close.

she had started cleaning tables, turned off a few lights when sage whispered in her head “i will get my share of light mijin. just you wait.” it was like she was punched in the stomach.

no, she refuse to acknowledge that other personality crawling its way to the front of her brain. she breathed in deeply and ran her hands through her hair, the gesture was restless.

once when she relented and gave the light to sage, that persona hurt other people. she was manipulative and downright abusive. she witnessed it yet couldn’t do anything to prevent it. mijin will not let that happen again. but her hold on the light was slowly slipping.

she was about to break down in the middle of her store when she saw a familiar car pull in in front. her girlfriend’s home.

@scpphjc

daehan’s daily routine composed the same that of every person her age (26). get up, have coffee that will keep her functioning the whole day, like an automated robot requiring token for its use, get ready, and work. however, as dreadful as her routine sounded, there were several parts in it that she liked. before going out, she would leave a soft lingering kiss on the sleeping lump’s forehead on the bed.

“do well today, love.” daehan’s whisper was delicate, the softness of her lips sticking on mijin’s skin as she spoke. mijin was asleep, daehan was aware, but like a goddess whispering life into a creature, she was certain mijin will actually do well.

mijin.

mijin was a part of daehan’s daily grind that kept her robotic heart not so automated. machines didn’t feel emotions. maybe mijin was that little rebellious heart installed by some melodramatic human. its main function: to pump colorful yet taboo emotions into her system. daehan accepted it while skipping down the sidewalk, on the way to the bus stop. she liked it. she liked mijin.

she loved (love) mijin.

work, just like every other work, was hell for daehan. constant unexpected deadlines, demanding bosses, and inept coworkers were the little devils that climbed and housed on daehan’s shoulders. it made them slump the second she entered the office. the weight of these little evils on her shoulders dawned more and more each day. darkness was starting to paint under her eyes as well. lifeless. daehan was lifeless in work.

however, the stigma in this situation was that daehan had no right to complain when she was receiving enough (she called it enough but her coworkers call it ‘higher’) from the company. being the branch’s youngest supervisor, she was often belittled. even by her subordinates! reports and other suggestions were discredited only to be used as their own later. old people did this as often as possible. it made daehan wonder what they would feel if they she did the same to their children. to ignore their hard work, cast it aside for a while only to change the name to theirs, to disregard her because of a numeric figure that determined how long she had existed in this world. some said she was too pretty to be a supervisor. daehan didn’t disagree, as she stared at this woman that seemed to have climbed its way up to the surface from hell, the gravel along the way scraping along her face and her soul.

so when the day ended, and daehan was finally on her way home, an uncontrollable sigh heaved through her lips. they were chapped, her lips. daehan neglected hydrating herself, just like any other day. mijin will help her. she always does. driving back home, back to mijin’s warm quaint bookstore, also a coffee shop, she couldn’t help but start beaming. finally, finally, she reached the end of the routine she dearly treasured.

to be with mijin again.

parking right across the bookstore, she made her way to the door. the car chirped, confirming it was locked. outside, with the few orange lights keeping the warm ambient inside, daehan’s lips curved into a smile. she couldn’t spot mijin yet. maybe she was sorting the books pulled out only to be neglected at some corner, mostly done by students. the bell rang as she stepped inside, tiptoeing here and there to see where her girlfriend was.

“mijin-ah? i’m home! which reminds me, we have to pass by the supermarket. for dinner,” her fingers danced along the edges of the clean tables, fingers creeping through her uptight hair. soon, the locks were disheveled. fixing them didn’t occur to daehan. she was home. mijin accepted her for who she was. no need to pretend to be someone she wasn’t.

[lingeringthirst]

she heard her girlfriend enter the store. her voice immediately putting a silly smile on her face.

the sight of daehan instantly relaxed mijin. her breath seemed to stumble in her lungs before she let it go, feeling the tension leave her body.

that familiar warm feeling in her chest was there again. it was there only when her girl’s around.

“hi babe.” the first time she said the word today. saying the nickname for her girlfriend softened the edges of the anxiety sitting in her chest.

mijin noticed daehan’s hair was visibly disheveled and her lips were chapped again.

she reached for the lip balm in her pocket, she only have it because daehan forgets to put it on even though she had reminded her to take care of her lips countless of times.

mijin uncapped the lip balm and stepped closer to her girlfriend. they were almost skin to skin. she placed a hand on daehan’s shoulder and applied the lip balm.

“did you forget your lip balm in your car again?” she said softly. then she leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. she brushed her lips against daehan and muttered “i missed you.”

she pulled away long enough to stop herself from going any further. “of course you remember food instead of actually taking care of yourself.”

mijin ruffled daehan’s brown hair, messing it up even more.

she felt a gush of wind coming from the back window of the store. she didn’t remember opening it. a chill ran down her spine. she brushed off the unwelcomed thought that maybe sage had taken over her body for a second.

“yes, let’s go and get our dinner on. let me just close the window.”

as she neared the back window, she felt her body go limp but it really didn’t. it was her hold to the light that went weak. an invisible rope wrapped around her and she was suddenly sitting in a chair, unable to move.

sage appeared before her, cocky and an eyebrow raise. “you’re incredibly careless mijin. told you i’ll get the light.”

she was screaming like an animal cornered, “please don’t sage. please, please!” tears streaming down her face.

“you’re fucking pathetic.” sage said. she turned and looked over daehan.

“my turn.” an ugly smile painting her face.

[femaleidol]