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ANNOUCEMENT.
after having thought about this a little more, i’ve decided to let this muse rest.. if you’d like my new muse (which i will be starting everything new), please give this post a like. i apologise for the inconvenience and thank you for all the love you guys gave to sik.
deadthlly:
@punkassdaegu warranted : ❛𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚛̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚊̲𝚛̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚊̲𝚝̲ ̲𝚊̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚝̲𝚞̲𝚊̲𝚕̲ ̲𝚏̲𝚛̲𝚒̲𝚎̲𝚗̲𝚍̲’̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚠̲𝚎̲𝚍̲𝚍̲𝚒̲𝚗̲𝚐̲ ̲&̲ ̲𝚐̲𝚘̲𝚝̲ ̲𝚊̲𝚜̲𝚜̲𝚒̲𝚐̲𝚗̲𝚎̲𝚍̲ ̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚝̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚗̲𝚎̲𝚡̲𝚝̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚘̲ ̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚌̲𝚑̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚛̲.̲ 𝚗̲𝚎̲𝚒̲𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚗̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚏̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚛̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲’̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚑̲𝚊̲𝚟̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚊̲ ̲𝚍̲𝚊̲𝚝̲𝚎̲ ̲&̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚢̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚊̲𝚜̲𝚔̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚘̲ ̲𝚍̲𝚊̲𝚗̲𝚌̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚠̲𝚒̲𝚝̲𝚑̲ ̲𝚢̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚛̲𝚜̲.̲
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 was so persistentthat he attend this wedding. it was so … so … mundane , TAME. they knew he didn’t prefer this type of setting , and he speculates that this was some FORMof punishment. for what , he didn’t know , but he knew his parents had eyes all over the city watching his every move , so , there is no telling what they’ve discovered that has 𝚍̲𝚒̲𝚜̲𝚙̲𝚕̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚍̲ them this time. sonyeol intended on leaving once the party was over , but alas , his parents forewarned him not to until they left. it was UTTER bullshit , but he knew not to go against them anymore than what he has.
so he keeps seated in his assigned seat ( yes, ASSIGNED seat ) while he waits impatiently for them in the reception hall with his arm propped up on the table and resting his chin in his open palm , observing the other guests dance to some ballad. he felt a bit ENVIOUS watching them make due of what they could out of this boring little wedding. something in him wantedto go out and join them , but it was pairing dancing , and he didn’t have a partner. or a DATE , at that.
all his friends declined his invite as his date to the wedding , which he didn’t blame them , but it left him utterly dateless , which was RARE for him. he also did not know any of the guests other than his parents and the groom , who was an associate of his father’s.
he sighs , dejectedly.
a few more minutes pass and he slides his eyes over to the boy quietly sitting next to him. he looked to be about sonyeol’s age , MAYBE a bit younger , and he was rather handsome. like sonyeol , he has barely moved from his seat this entire wedding , and sonyeol was a bit curious to WHY. was he dateless , too ? obviously so , it seemed , or so sonyeol 𝚑̲𝚘̲𝚙̲𝚎̲𝚍̲.
❛ hey lonesome , why aren’t you out there dancing ? ❜ sonyeol inquires loud enough over the music , COCKING his head to the side with a frown as he eyes him. ❛ do you like dancing or do you just prefer being recluse ? i prefer the latter , but SURPRISE , i’m dateless to this boring ass wedding. ❜
this whole damn wedding was a bust and he doesn’t understand why he of all people had to come along. he didn’t bother to ask anyone if they could be his plus one, hell he wouldn’t want to bring anyone to suffer with him anyways; instead he became someone’s plus one. so he remains there at a seat he was directed too, pad of his forefinger running along the ridge of the wine glass as he takes a sip from it, two more sips then eventually finishing it up, waving for another that was easily replaced. and he’s not even close to being tipsy.
an acquaintance of an acquaintance of another acquaintance and thus, bringing kyungsik here to the very said boring wedding. he doesn’t even know anyone besides the person who had invited - no - had deliberately been dragged to with no other choice. he sighs, because in reality he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to, still that didn’t stop him from being a stubborn little shit until being placed in the car while his friend rambles about some damn crush on his being there.
now said friend is out and about, the social butterfly he is while kyungsik remains in his seat. not that he minds it, some wandering eyes before he practically glares at them and they decide not to approach, save for some brave souls that kyungsik is quick to dismiss. he leans back and yawns, only to hear the individual beside him, arching a brow he cranes his head to look at him. and damn, he was pretty. his gaze shifts over to the dance floor where couples were dancing and he chuckles at that, leaning a bit towards the stranger.
“it’s all couples out there, pretty. and so what if you’re dateless? pretty sure you can pick up anyone you so desired to dance with.” he nods his head in sheer agreement to the statement of the wedding. “agreed. the club would be better than this borin’ place..”
tckkis:
@punkassdaegu gets a plotted starter ♥ ( based off of; “We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” )
‘ when are you going to break up with me? ’ is a question she never thought she would be asking somebody but here they were. staring at him from across the room with gritted teeth, she had managed to put as much distance between them seeing as they had been in close contact for the majority of the day posing in front of cameras. ‘ because i’ve been practicing my sad look & i think i really am starting to nail it… ’ in doing so, she was pulling out the puppy dog eyes & the crocodile tears into a mirror before flashing that pearly white sunshine smile. ‘ that deserved an oscar! ’
how on earth she had gotten her best friend to agree to this was beyond her but he was a good sport for playing along. she just knew she owed him copious amounts of kfc & mcdonalds after this little stunt to boost her publicity. truth be told, she wasn’t exactly proud of it but it had been raking in the views on her streams & business had been booming on her merch. it was almost like people were more interested in her love life than her and while it irked her a little, she wasn’t complaining ——– she just felt a little guilty for dragging her friend into the mess.
‘ who knows though, you could get yourself a cute guy or gal out of this! ’
in truth, kyungsik doesn’t remember much of why or when he decided to go along with this whole fake-dating scheme and for what? to boost someone’s publicity because fans and antis were always waiting for the chance to dip their feet into scandals or rather the celebrity’s love life more than their works. stupid, he thinks, but because it’s hana, he decided not to go against it, instead he agrees with it and here he is.
days have been filled with endless posing in front of camera, an arm wrapped around the female’s waist. it’s hilarious to think how easy it is to trick these people, if you know how to fake emotions like they were genuine. of course he loved hana, she’s been a good friend to him since he could even remember. now they’re sat, albeit far away, from the prying eyes as he dips his fries into the vanilla milkshake. an odd combination? not so much, he’s met several that think the same. he takes a bite before laughing, holding a thumbs up.
“shit, yeah, that does deserve an oscar. you’re ready to make me look like an asshole.” he snickers at that, taking the bite from the big mac and hums at the taste. he thinks back to the vampires of the organisation and chuckles because they can never taste the delicacy of this hamburger. he groans before tipping his head back, a hum before he parts his lips to finally answer her question. “just tell me when you’re ready for me to be an asshole to you so the tears will be even more convincin’, but you gotta remember — i wouldn’t hurt you like this on purpose.”
doubts are filled in his mind because he had drawled over this. he knew that they were to only act like a couple for a decent amount of time before the big ‘break up’ which, from what he remembers hearing from the female’s management would boost up her publicity greatly. to kyungsik, he didn’t care about popularity, in fact he prefers to be away from it. but the kfc and mcdonald’s does make up for it. he nearly chokes upon the female’s words and lets out a boisterous laugh before grabbing a fry to feed the female.
“that would mean i’d be even remotely interested in the said guy or girl, hana.” he shakes his head with a small smile. “that ain’t on my mind, but thank you for the consideration.”
feardrawn:
❛ when they tell me this world is dangerous , i can’t help but laugh at that ❜
@punkassdaegu ❤ ‘d for a one liner !
whiskey eyes gleam a certain mirth, lollipop plucked out of his mouth as he gazes at the other, cocking a brow up before directing the candy to settle within his cheek as he ponders on that.
“yeah? and why can’t you?”
random thought. but despite sik being able to shapeshift into a wolf... i lowkey wanna bring back my wolf au taehyung.
to... dual f/c on this bish or nah. decisions, decisions...
i’ll be queuing replies i can get to, but they may be scarce. so i apologise, but i swear i’m working on them. TT i just may take the next two days to myself, but hey! it’s almost friday and i’m not working this saturday, so bonus. i hope everyone is having a good day.
short tall sentence starters
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“stupid…!…jar..! come here already!”
“who the heck put that way up there? grr!”
“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!”
“i swear to god, if you are laughing at me because i can’t reach i will punch your face”
“are you…laughing at me? well, let you know that I’m closer to your bottom. be careful, jackass.”
“eek! p-p-please! don’t laugh at me!”
“is it bad that i want to chop people’s legs if they were taller than me?”
“Tsk…stupid tall guy/girl.”
“hey, hey, turn for a bit….yeah….and done. What? your back looks like a good table.”
“Hey! come down a bit. My neck hurts.”
“Don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”
“Oh my god! Are you okay? You hit your head hard…heh guess i wouldn’t know the feeling since i am…short.”
“HAHAHA! YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! ARE YOU BLIND?!”
“Aah…it feels great to see a tall person hit their head like that. Satisfying.”
“Damn..that must have hurt. Are you okay?”
“Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!”
“Ouch! I-I’m sorry..I was in the way. You probably didn’t see me…”
“Can you….get that for me? Please…?”
“Oh, oh! Can you help me? I was trying to get that over there.”
“….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”
“Ughh just get it already!”
“Thank you for picking it for me!”
“Thanks, I guess…for reaching to pick that up.”
“Gah! shut up! thanks, okay? Happy? tall jerk.”
“Oh! I can get that! It is easy for me!”
“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?”
“you did not call me just so i can be your santa little helper, did you?”
“Just because i am short does not mean i am not scared of closed places and dark ones! i cannot go in there!”
“Y-you gonna lift me up?! N-no, it is ok! i can see just fine!”
“Don’t you dare lift me up.”
“Can you lift me up? I am trying to pick up [item] from there.”
“Hey, lift me up! Quickly!”
“I was trying to reach for that–huh? lift me up?….sure. I think…”
“Whoa! The view is amazing here! I’m staying. Nope. I’m not going down.”
“P-please, put me down ….n-now.”
“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”
“Hey, tall handsome/beautiful~”
“Wow….so tall….”
“Tch…that height is not bad.”
“Care to switch heights?”
“It is my dream to be swept by a tall guy/girl like you~”
“i like it when I fit in your hug…”
“I-it’s creepy how you can …hold me like that.”
“This is my place. mine. I sit here. On your lap. I fit. No complains.”
Tall
“need help with that? i can pick it up for you.”
“let me reach and..here you go.”
“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.”
“Pft–sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you. your height problem is not a laughing matter.”
“I was not laughing at you, I was …uh, admiring your determination.”
“Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”
“Whoa! where did you come from?! i didn’t see you.”
“I’m sorry! I was not paying attention. I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”
“A-are you okay?! you fell from there! You could have asked for help.”
“–pft ahaha! you can’t even stand on a stool! Shorty!”
“hey, shorty, what are you doing?”
“Pipsqueak came, what’s up?”
“Here comes tiny. What are you up to?”
“Can i lift you? this way you can reach up.”
“Lift you…up? sure. i can do that.”
“E-eh? lift you up? i don’t think i have the strength but…i can try…”
“No way!! I will not lift you up!”
“What will you do for me if i lift you up, eh?”
“I may be tall but that does not mean im strong.”
“are you trying to…climb over my head?”
“Can you see? How about I hoist you up?”
“…..if you wish…i can…carry you on my shoulders…”
“Uh, can you get down already? my back hurts.”
“Someone likes it up there too much…”
“You are so going to give me a massage after this…”
“Hey, cuddleable.”
“You know what i like about you? I can use you as my armrest.”
“You are so adorable, small and huggable.”
“I’m glad I can wrap my arms around you.”
“Heh, you are adorable. Do you like it sitting on my lap like that?”
“You know, it is great that you are shorter. i can rest my chin on your head.”
“I could use you as a weight lift.”
“I could pick you with one arm for sure.”
“Hey, crawl in there. You fit in there, shorty.”
“Did you just…came out of that window? How..?”
“How old are you? W-what?! you are as old as me?! Impossible!”
“Huh..I figured you would be older than you look.”
“Do all short people look mad 24/7?”
“Why are you kicking my legs? I am not going to get shorter by that.”
“Ouch! oww…my head…stupid door frame!”
“Oof–! A-almost…bashed my head into a wall…”
give this post a like if you'd like a starter. length may vary. also those who are multimuse please specify who you'd like me to throw sik to. ♡
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@punkassdaegu.
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it was possible, what if they were from the same facilities that she escaped from? impossible. they didn’t have robes- they dressed casually to fit in and the difference was that humans were unable to conjure the powers that they obtained. through successful experiments, the power surged through their veins, something in between being a human and a witch, that’s what they had to deal with. a witch cult. the energies that tingled at the fingertips of hyejung had given her an idea that they were dealing with … [redacted] – ah great. they weren’t off the hook themselves. create a lie, would they be able to get away with it?
guess not.
“this feels like a bad rendition of that stupid vampire movie that killed the media franchise..” she mumbles over to sik, hand covering in order for them not to hear her whisper. a little chuckle to herself- how could she laugh at a situation like this? she knew they would be okay (let’s hope.) hence the state of panic she was supposed to feel was minimal to none. they were troublemakers, and by that, it meant that trouble trailed behind every step that they took. they were used to things like this – cult like shit.
“yeah, our bad. we don’t mean any harm. you know, we can always be the bigger man and let the other party go, it’s only gonna cause trouble if you lock us up or whatever y’do. just continue your prayers.. we won’t bother again.” she backs him up, hands up in defense, wiggling her fingertips slightly behind sik’s head so they wouldn’t see that there were shimmers of light escaping to protect the two if they decided to attack out of nowhere. she feels the familiar shape of his hand in the dark, squinting slightly to try to see into the distance where fires kept torches alive.
they weren’t being followed, maybe they were off the hook and started to explore the caves again. it was a bit disappointing, thinking that she was able to see some bats but all they did was come across people in robes that now had a silent anger towards them. she lets out a sigh, cracking her knuckles , shoulders, and neck. “alright.. let’s see what we can do here.” she narrows her eyes again and yawns. “we just wanna explore.. hmph.”
“and explore we shall.”
there’s a glint of a certain mirth in honey rum eyes, grinning to show his sharp canines, not protruded or anything. not yet anyways. he has to laugh at the group that decided to follow them. kyungsik wasn’t scared and by the looks of it, neither was hyejung. to them, this was all fun and games. and to the group — well, they must be irritated by their nonchalant attitudes. oh well, he supposes they can show these people a few things or two, nothing their prayers to whatever entity they were trying to sacrifice a dead lamb to.
the devil? satan? he’s the spawn of one, in a sense. and that makes him laugh.
he lunges forward, kicking off the ground and running against the walls, rolling his eyes at the surprised noises the group makes as they follow him and sighs in sheer disappointment. “just as i fuckin’ expected, they’re fakes, hye.” he calls out and observes the walls. well, he should’ve done this shit beforehand. oh well. with a smirk and a wave, he leans back against the wall with his eyes casting directly to hyejung. kyungsik knows her capabilities and knows she can easily get out of that rut. still he watches in case he does need to step in.
but by the looks of it, as they turn their interest to the girl, kyungsik steps behind one of the hooded figures, leaning in close before whispering a quick “boo.” causing the individual to jump and point their flimsy dagger at him. the revenant blinks at the weapon before grabbing the individual’s wrist in one swift movement and plucking the dagger, tossing it into the air and kicking it into the wall, letting the blade dig into it. “of course y’all would have this piece of shit.” he walks towards the wall, making sure the hooded figure sees his next step and with a yawn, he pushes to bend the object.
a quick tilt of his head and he catches sight on hyejung, humming with a loud yawn. “idiot at 12 o’clock with, you guessed it! another flimsy ass dagger, you got this, love.”
luxinexitium
today is witnessing some of the worst crimes to ever befall the planet they call home. first sik kidnaps his snacks, and now kyungsoo locks his bedroom door for the first time since moving into the unit. albeit for his own safety, the telltale click of the lock sounds awful. he can count on a single hand all the times he’s actually shut his door. there just hasn’t been a reason for barriers like that; they’ve only ever needed a knock and a hey. but everything is changed now, flipped on its head and turned inside-out, and kyungsoo is not being overdramatic.
with his back to the wall, he takes up perch on his bed and watches the door with unblinking eyes. his arms remain clutched tight around the candy, prepared to run again if sik somehow gets the door open. a quick sweep of the room provides a few options for artillery if the need arises—a couple of pillows, the penguin plush sik won at the arcade, an empty tea mug. should dire circumstances ensue, he also has a potted plant on the windowsill that he could chuck at sik’s head. he doesn’t want to, of course, because he’s been tending to the plant since even before moving here, but some sacrifices are worth protecting his candy.
some number of minutes pass this way, with both roommates waiting for the other to break first. in that time, kyungsoo manages to hide his melon gummies in the back of his closet, buried under a mountain of sweaters. after listening closely for any sign of movement, kyungsoo comes to the conclusion that sik is still in his room, probably sulking or brooding or plotting yet another crime. he doesn’t waste anymore time, then, inhaling slowly and closing his eyes. when kyungsoo exhales, he’s in the kitchen, and he peers down the hall to make sure sik’s door is still closed before silently climbing up onto the counter. damn sik and his stupid height. kyungsoo’s getting his candy back one way or another.
kyungsik knows just how stubborn kyungsoo is. they weren’t roommates for no reason. the revenant slid down onto the floor, knowing it’ll take sometime for kyungsoo to get out of his hiding, he shifts and presses his ear against the door again. he sighs upon realising what the other may be doing. he doesn’t blame him, any prized possession taken away from him, he’d be doing the same thing as well. though he can easily just pick at the lock of his roommate’s door and end this fight, he waits until he hears that subtle click and grins.
from what he has garnered over the past few years living with the latter is that he likes to hide things, whereas with him, he makes the latter sees where exactly his sweets were heading to — into that damn cabinet where he shouldn’t be reaching for without asking for kyungsik’s help. upon hearing the footsteps of his roommate, the revenant quietly eases out of his own room, peering from the corner at kyungsoo’s attempts to retrieving his treats, he leans against the door and clicks his tongue.
“tsk, tsk.” he clicks his tongue, arms folded over his chest as he arches a brow. “‘m not sayin’ you won’t have them ever again, but when’s the last time you had — i don’t know.. a decent meal?” his head eases forward as if expecting an answer before he strides to tall cabinet and practically staring down (or rather up) at his friend and sighs as he approaches him, arms wrapping around the latter’s legs and picks him up and away from the cabinet and back down onto the ground. “real food or you’re not gettin’ them at all.” his eyes are hard on kyungsoo, determined. there will be no negotiation.
N O U V E L I S
haven’t you run ENOUGH? how much further is far enough?
— what if i tell you i’ve FORGOTTEN how to stop?
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“I’ll beg. I’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what you want. I’ll give you anything you want, just say it. But don’t touch him. Just— don’t.”
@anathemaxnoir
crack.
well there goes their rib. a shrill of pain emitting from the body under him. and this is not just any body. no, it’s one of hoseok’s own. an individual that hoseok cares about. but the capo should have known.
kyungsik lacks empathy. to feel the pain of another’s and experience it, he’s never dealt with it. war machines aren’t allowed to feel anything. this one had been found snooping where they shouldn’t be. being in alliance with hydra and sabbat didn’t mean members of the alliance are free to roam about sabbat’s headquarters without a member of sabbat themselves guiding them around.
but they had grabbed him, tossed him into the room and starved him for a good three days. kyungsik is fucking hungry. revenants were humans with vitae producing in their blood and their method of survival is sleeping, eating and breathing. three things that were hard to gain when thrown into a room and tortured every other hour. they aim to draw out the beast in him. remind him the purpose of being a revenant and why he isn’t out on the streets waiting for the camerillas to deem him an unmarked revenant. that never scared him, though. eventually the ancient sire makes an appearance and mocks kyungsik as he drinks from him, his abilities enhancing by the second before he’s tossed to find his victim.
"i’ll beg. i’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what you want. i’ll give you anything you want, just say it. but don’t touch him. just--- don’t.”
the revenant blinks, albeit slightly confused before his face lights up and he’s smirking, his canines dripping blood with a boisterous laugh echoing as he teases the victim, stepping away then stepping back and frowns when the male crawls away from him, whimpering. “aw..” kyungsik’s voice is soft as he follows the latter eerily slow, teasingly sweeping his feet centimetres away from the other’s arms though he would love to see them hit their face on the ground. he crouches down, letting the victim crawl away a little more before looking at hoseok, pointing to the male still attempting to get away.
“the fuck do you wanna do with this roach? a double agent, did you know that?” he clicks his tongue in annoyance and swiftly stands behind the other, leaning close as he whispers into the capo’s ears. “fucker was snoopin’ around sabbat with fuckin’ castor on his rib.” yes, the rib he had just broke. “don’t touch him? that’s cute.”
retrieving his bat as he strides back to his game, he swings his bat around before pressing the barb-wired part into the back of the male. “shut up!” he commands then looks back to hoseok, licking his lips as he presses his boot-clad foot against the male’s leg, one forced step and he’ll break this part of him too. “like this?” without a warning, he raises his foot before applying inhuman force. needless to say the warehouse was full of screams and the sound of bones crack with a swing of his bat against the latter’s arm, his gloved hand gripping onto the latter’s damp hair before shining his butterfly knife, cutting through the wet fabric, the insignia of the their rival shining against the moonlight.
“you’ll give me anythin’? fine, give me his head.” he tosses a pistol, never leaving his post as he grins slowly, honey brown eyes expectant as he steps back, no longer touching the said male. “go on, pull the fuckin’ trigger. i ain’t touchin’ him anymore, am i?”
“I don’t want your apology.”
@anathemaxnoir
it is a habit of his and he didn’t even need a reason for it. one day he’s ready to stay, the next he finds himself running. from what or to who? no one really knows. but he’s back after another solo journey that he tends to frequent more often than not. though after each journey his feet take him to the same place. first it was the hydra headquarters, now it’s the mansion. it didn’t take long for him to arrive there, having met with the guards scouting the front gates, he taps their shoulders, causing the two guards to nearly collide into each other and he doesn’t even bother to keep hush about his presents and the reason being?
he loves to see the guards reaction and how they’re quick to pull out their weapon despite not knowing who or what could be there. he clicks his tongue when the barrel of the gun points against his forehead before his finger presses down on it, lowering it down as he tips his head with all too amused smile dancing on his tinted brims. he shakes his head and tuts upon their relieved faces before he gives a curt laugh and welcomes himself through the entrance of the mansion. he walks through the path before he’s standing in front of the door, though he steps back briefly and tilts his head upwards. he’s pinpointing the room where hoseok would be.
upon entering the mansion, he greets the helpers and makes way upstairs, fingers brushing along the rails of the grand staircase. nothing much has changed, everything was fitting for hoseok in this mansion. kyungsik could never live in something like this, though he can easily afford it. no, it’s too big. opposite to that of a tight space. he gazes at the paintings before stepping into a room neighboring the capo’s and he’s jumps onto the roof, a light shines from below but with the shadows behind him, a lazy wave of his hand to guide the shadows enshrouds him as he travels further more until he’s on the balcony.
he loves to mess with hoseok’s guards.
the revenant travels within the shadows before he’s in the capo’s office. there he can see hoseok sitting on the chair, having probably sense something and a chuckle emits as he emerges from the shadows, taking a few steps before he’s hopping onto the large desk strewn with papers upon papers, he skims through them. then he opens his mouth but before he could voice anything, he’s immediately cut off.
“i don’t want your apology.”
a scoff then a fit of laughter before he’s grabbing the back of the large chair, making the capo spin to face the revenant, humming as he leans forward and cups hoseok’s chin, ocean eyes glow as he gazes into hoseok’s.
“who said i was goin’ to apologise, dear capo?” he shrugs, eyes tantilising as he eases back, not bothering to move from his spot though he picks up a few papers, files and points to one of the individuals pictured in the folder. “oh, hey! i killed this one just a week ago. missin’? find the body at the bottom of the ocean. he sighs then drops the file back down on the table. “you should know by now.. apologies aren’t my forte and neither is warnin’ before runnin’.”
a pause then he smiles, teasing as the ocean blue dissipates back into his honey brown eyes. “’m back now, focus on that instead.”
i’m going to go around and draft replies i owe and see what i can tackle tonight. right now my muse is frolicking around somewhere and some shit went down at work. so i may be a little more scarce than usual. i apologise.
𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝒆𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝒆𝐝 𝐩𝒆𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬.
xu lihua or better known as lilian xu, is a young heiress with a life full of wonders. a woman born from a prestigious family, of high identity, dignified in speech, and devastating in appearance.
𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 & 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫.
