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#p: too fast too live too young to die #p #pxskylar

irene could only let out a laugh at skylar’s expression, though fully knowing that the younger colonel was completely serious about the matter. “there’s a reason why i didn’t stay as a warrior.” she snickered, “food is such a big deal, i don’t even know how you live eating them on the daily.” for the people who’s constantly on the works and on the move to protect others, you’d expect them to be fed better above anything else. though inwardly the knight shuddered, before training to be a knight she was also eating the same kind of food they were eating. it was nowhere near pleasant, to say the least.

she grinned widely as the server laugh, noting down the large amounts of their order before thanking them. another perk of being a vampire really, they could eat all the food in the world and stay stick thin. humming along to the music playing on the background, her eyes trailed around the restaurant. her mind vaguely wondered what it would be like if she lived normally, no knight duties and a normal 9-5 job... whilst she would have more free time, no doubt that it would be far too boring for her to live through.

“no broken hearts, my love life is practically non-existent at the moment.” irene faked a sob, wiping away imaginary tears from the corner of her eyes. not that she cared, more important things have happened and leaving no time for her to think about romance. “and just a few hunters here and there, tailing after the young master. none of them have been any fun to play with, you’d think it’s ridiculous for them to even consider hunting as an occupation.”

“how about you, little miss colonel?” raising a brow, she leaned her elbows on the table in eagerness with a teasing smile stretching her lips. “i’m expecting a long line of broken noses and hearts from you, so spill.”

heart of stone (&irene)

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#p: heart of stone #p #pxtaekwoon

surprise was a word that was overly used to describe how she felt that day and in all honestly, she’s quite pleased with the outcome. especially when her master is involved. irene really did appreciate how honest the male had been, answering every single questions crawling inside her mind ever since he’d decided to explode in the conference room. though a few round of scoldings and even more screaming was initially expected by her, it was touching for him to trust her to some degree to open up.

she knew that it wasn’t going to be like that often, that he was going to revert back to the regal royal from hours before. nothing unexpected coming from the male, but irene felt thankful that they were having that conversation. problems from two sides were resolved, at the very least and that was all that mattered to her at that very moment. that he was okay, that every action she took that day was based on the fact that irene genuinely cares about his well-being.

nodding her head as he spoke, her brows furrowed together as she listened to every words. saying that he was sorry for not being what she’d expected, feeling inferior with the fact that he’s the superior one out of all... her heart started to twist with the feeling of sympathy. “opposite to what you just said, you’ve exceeded all my expectations. even from the very first time, master jung.” she let out a chuckle, eyes following the male as he approached the coffee machine. stepping aside to place their spoons away into the sink, irene leant her back against the steel surface with her body turned.

“you could’ve chose to listen to the elders by picking that noble to be your knight and listened to them about killing off the hunters,” she took a glance towards the royal’s back, teeth biting her lower lip as she thought of the next words to say. he was finally giving her an insight to his mind, the last thing irene wanted to do was to have him close himself off again. “you are brave– to be able to stand up to them and tear down minds that shaped our society for centuries before. you came with a solution that may be able to solve our issues with humans once and for all.”

“and honestly, i expected that much from you when i touched you back there.” besides both of their voices, the only other sound filling the space was the coffee machine and it felt quite relaxing. “it’s just to see them berate someone who’s carrying the future so easily like that, especially about their family... i don’t think there should be any justifiable excuses for that, whether you’re a royal or not.”

their world really was a complicated one, especially with the presence of the nobility board. surely irene would be let off right away if they saw the two of them converse, that they weren’t even supposed to be communicating. sighing softly, her eyes once again met his steady ones. “i didn’t think that i was signing up for a glorious job from the very beginning, master. you have every rights to be selfish, in the end of the day i’m just a knight dedicating myself to you.” a simple smile pulled the corners of her lips, “nobody will always be well rounded and composed, sometimes we just need to allow ourselves to slip. not saying that i condone killing, but it does happen more often that you’d think... i mean you’re practically standing right beside a paid murderer.”

larmoyante

Her heart may be cracked, but it is pure. She may be jaded, but she is hopeful. She may be broken, but she is strong. She may be here, but she will leave.

LeAnne Mechelle (via larmoyante)

#`words upon her lips #{ a lil dead on my feet but will get on replies soon~ }

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Irene Kim by Ryan Yoon for Voguegirl Korea Oct 2014

#`moodboard: irene x jace #pxjace

( 1/2 ) irene kim x jace kim; insatiable

“kiss me in the corridor,

but quick to tell me goodbye.”

heart of stone (&irene)

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#p: heart of stone #p #pxtaekwoon

they were advanced beings, superior over any others roaming this very earth biologically and intellectually even. but it never meant that they were perfect. they had feelings and emotions– the ones that they couldn’t bear to bottle within themselves. and it pained irene to know that out of everyone in the world, the young heir was carrying that very burden on his shoulders. for the sake of carrying on the image of royal everyone was supposed to bow before and even fear.

it was the cruel reality that irene couldn’t not imagine ever bearing in her lifetime. but she couldn’t do anything else but to offer a silent support, threading the lines in hopes that she wouldn’t step accidentally step over. it might not enough for the male, but it is more crucial for him to know that someone was by his side against the world at the very least. even if it meant breaking the rules, at least she’d go down knowing that she did something right.

a sense of relief hit her like a ton of bricks, exhaling breath she’d been unconsciously holding in this whole time. the moment he nodded at her words, fingers curling over her own– it wasn’t the reaction irene had in mind. contrasting to his earlier reaction in the conference room, it was a complete 180 degrees from what the knight had expected. the feeling of warmth tingled down her spine, glad that she was able to comfort him even just a little.

she didn’t care if he’d snapped at her earlier, or even the fact that he’d openly admitted to murder someone. who’s irene to judge anyway? it wasn’t as if she’s never been responsible for someone’s death. not everyone could make a rational at all times and he out of everyone else was the one to bear the pressure.

irene watched as he rapidly gather himself together again, visage turning into his usual calm and composed one. it didn’t took long for them to finally arrive back in the jung mansion, her offering him an encouraging smile this time and making a move to exit the vehicle. though what came right after took her completely off guard for the nth time that day, his hand not leaving hers and instead tugged her along with him into the building.

the royal never ceased to surprise her, showing more sides of himself within the last three hours that evening. anger, sadness, how he was edging towards the point of breaking down and now excitement. her bewilderment distracted her from the stares of the workers around the mansion, everyone focusing on their linked hands and how eager the male was to bring her somewhere. then they approached the kitchen and she couldn’t help but to raise her brows in wonder because she’d never seen him touch human food before.

rapidly blinking, her attention was further perked as he pulled out a tub of ice cream from the freezer. the smell of coffee filled her nose, mouth instantly watering at the sight of the sweet dessert. momentarily hesitating, irene could only stare at him stupidly as he pulled out two spoons and offered her to join him. now she’d actually be stupid to reject the offer for ice cream. so she grabbed the silver spoon, mirroring the way he leaned onto the kitchen island and scooping some out of the tub.

she had to fight the urge to moan in delight, bitterness of macchiato hitting her tastebuds and followed by the sweetness of caramel shortly after. irene didn’t want to put off the royal, even if the scene seemed to make them look ( and feel ) normal. the ate the dessert in silence, occasionally scooping some more creamy goodness. irene being irene, however, could not resist the urge to speak.

“if i may, master...” she started, voice a little tentative as she set her spoon onto the counter and eyes casted down. “i know what i’ve done back in the conference room was not... right and i apologise if i’ve inconvenienced you in any way.”

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captivity,

{ ... }

#p: captivity #p #pxjace #{ flips table }#kinda nsfw?

funny how pain and pleasure goes hand in hand. she let out a delightful mewl against his pillowy lips, goosebumps rising on her skin with contact against the cool wooden surface. he tasted like poison, one that irene would gladly consume without minding the fact that she was done for after. tongues languidly moving against each other, dominance she’d handed over to him from the very first time.

her fingers continued to rake up and down his shirt, entirely paralyzed with a prick on her lower lips. her blood with the musky taste of him, she held back a moan at the mix of scent. heat pooled between her legs, his hand on her skin only served to escalate the feeling of arousal. she’d really given him easy access, clad in an oversized thin grey shirt with nothing else underneath. something that he would soon take an advantage sooner or later without a doubt. it didn’t help that whatever power he possessed; the bubbling lust within her body would amplify a thousand fold.

so desperate. yes the rogue was right, she was in dire need of him and it was slowly driving her to the point of insanity. insanity she knew she didn’t deserve, existing ignorance bearing large consequences for the future. yet irene kept on coming back for more, like an addiction– an obsession that she couldn’t bear to let go of. a pathetic image of a supposedly loyal knight, kneeling before an existence she was supposed to terminate at first contact.

“isn’t that something you want from me?” she murmured in response, brown orbs shifting into a shade of bright yellow in the dark. neither was ashamed to reveal their true nature. elongated nails gently caressed the inked skin of his neck in a motion similar to his touch on her hips, wounding her other arm around it. she hooked her leg over his, pulling him even closer towards her. the knight hated how composed he looked in comparison to hers, barely looking affected with that smile of his. fuck him and that sickeningly sweet smile of his.

the hand caressing his neck soon reached downwards, tugging one of his own from her hip towards the front. her core. slick arousal had long leaked onto the skin of inner thighs, throbbing need to be touched sated for a fleeting moment. “desperate, huh?” irene spoke once more in the midst of clouded thoughts, fangs grazing over the skin above his collarbones deep enough for droplets of blood to seep out. “i think that might be an understatement, mr. kim.”

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#p: captivity #p #pxjace #{ this got a little long but SILENT SCREECHING }

captivity,

&& composed for @pxjace

it was like the first time she dipped her fingers in mud, but instead of letting her slide right back out instead it clutched right onto her. the fleeting moment of dread that exhaled through her pores, wave of excitement chilling the surface of her skin. it was grating. a non-sensical emotion that had little care for understanding. a hole that she thought was a crack, an introduction of what she didn’t acknowledge before.

–– tattoos and piercings, the typical bad boy she swore herself to never pay attention towards. figuring out what had to be done was easy, but acting upon them was a completely different matter. a very convenient first meeting, right when she was supposed to meet her dearest woobin. of course he’d have to be there, a bundle of charms behind him and irene had unwillingly let herself drown.

irene told herself that the last thing she needed was to be bound, to listen to a man that seemed to have far too many tricks up his sleeve. although the mild alternative usually saved her from recognition, it did not matter. she’d paid. it was late and the person she couldn’t convince herself from seeing waited for her. it’s been a couple of days since she last heard his voice. she felt hollow and it sneaked into her behaviour to a degree, restlessness and the underlying feeling of guilt becoming an unwelcomed addition to it.

–– “how did the two of you met?” she questioned, soon after the male gave her a fleeting kiss on her hand and a billion-watt smile thrown her way. one that had been masked as something friendly, though leaving room for the knight to make her own assumption. just another person, though far too charming to be normal but she didn’t give it too much thought. “i work for the royals, i’m the royal high knight actually.” oh what a mistake.

her weakness had a name, one that slithered its way around her body and holds her on a chokehold. even past through lapses of judgement she thought she’d abridged, the memory of him went through her like a needle. it eased in gradually and almost effortlessly with a piercing jab. she’s a woman of strong will, but the thrill of playing with fire had her coming back for more. and he waited, wooden barrier separating the two bodies. irene didn’t even know why she bothered to pretend as if she wasn’t anticipating the man; he could hear ever beat of her heart.

–– eyes the colour of onyx, an inky black abyss starting straight at her. he’s feral, a rogue prancing slowly around her in circles. it felt almost as if he was taunting her, cooing right before her face and fingertips caressing her cheeks. it could’ve been an easy reach for her dagger, wedged right into his heart. it was the right thing to do, yet she sinned. the knight let him live, committing a crime against her own kind and dear god what has she got herself into?

one moment he’d be laughing at her remark, the next he’d be pounding right into her against the wall. it was an endless cycle. her guilty conscience disappears when she’s met with his eyes, captivating and entirely fascinating. he’s the light and irene’s the helpless bug flying straight for it. common sense no longer exists in her dictionary as soon as that door opens. hands around her waist, hoisting her up and her clawing his shirt with the desperate need to have his lips on her skin.

and hell had a special place for her to reside in the afterlife.

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Street style: Irene Kim at Seoul Fashion Week Spring 2015

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two of a kind,

{ ... }

#p: two of a kind #p #woobinxp

“shouldn’t you be pleasantly happy then, clients here and there for your pieces?” irene teased, grin morphing into a more cheeky smile as she followed the male along towards a place to sit. he didn’t even need for her to tell him direction, showing just how often his presence was around the mansion. “you’re like the fairy god-mother, making people beautiful with flick of your magical wand.”

woobin’s talent was something that struck a small fascination within her; a pair of hands gifted especially for him with the purpose of creating. the tailor seemed more like a wizard to her, capable of making everything look simply stunning. jung taekwoon and the tailor himself is the proof of that very talent, articles of clothing crafted to perfection and in result striking appearances are made.

in contrast to the male who oh-so-gracefully sat himself down, irene plopped herself in the seat beside him. it was a beautiful weather, early summer sunshine streaming through the windows. “tell me about it,” the knight remarked, crossing her leg on top of another as she relaxed into the backrest of her chair. “i’m around him 24/7– i see him grow in appearance and knowledge in seconds even.” there’s no doubt that the two of them had some sort of soft spot for the royal, impacting their lives in more ways than they could imagine.

“umm... technically i’m on duty but the young master doesn’t have much on today. ” she answered, blinking as she brought her attention back towards the male at his question. “he’ll probably run away somewhere so i guess you can do that if you’d like?” contrary to popular belief, irene adores dresses but that had somehow change the moment she started training for knighthood. pants became more conventional and she somehow shifted more into a tomboy with time.

“i know! twenty four hours, never enough time in a day to get everything done.”

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*ADRENALINE HIGH

pxjungs-blog

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#p: adrenaline high #p #pxjungs #{ screams into the abyss i'm so sorry }#{ love me }

an eye for an eye. her own race wasn’t innocent and the knight isn’t afraid to admit it. but blood are spilled on a daily basis regardless if vampires ceased to exist. there were only so much that her kind could do to protect themselves and this was purely an act of justice.

( or so she convinces herself, purposely ignoring her screaming desire to kill.

they were the rightful predators of the nature, after all. )

the switch was almost palpable, instinct reverting to one of chaotic order to simply terminate. mirroring the other knight’s action, black mask covered half of her face and instead lithe eyes of a feline above the seams of the material. a dagger readily available on her right hand and they charged

her steps were as light as the wind, movements quick and lithe as they approached the premises. hunters beginning to appear one by one, willing themselves to fight the blurred shadows coming their way. it was as if her soul strayed away from her body, the motions of her limbs and blade ripping through their human flesh instilled within her whole being. thrill pumping through her bloodstream and she relished the addictive feeling of adrenaline.

not even a blink was given as she held one of their arm, twisting until she heard the shattering of bones and screams of pain. bullet was shot through their skull soon after, light flecks of red visible sprayed onto her pale skin. tsk, what a mess. a fleeting thought that disappeared as another hunter charged towards her, soon her blade puncturing through their chest cavity in a mere second.

though her immersion with the fight soon disturbed, eyes scanning through the area and soojung was nowhere near her. knowing that child, irene knew she charged right into the building minutes before hand. not that the knight particularly minded; she’s capable enough to fend for herself in a nest full of hunters but that meant more opening for the enemy.

so she acted quickly, long legs sprinting closer and closer towards the concrete building. but not before another wave of barriers, feeble hunters flocking before her as soon a she reached the staircase. feeling a graze of a dagger on her arm, irene didn’t waste any more time trying to fend them off with her own. sounds of shooting reverberated through the vicinity; bodies littering the floor in mere seconds.

irene could only hope that soojung wasn’t up against too much trouble or both of them would be in a whole lot of trouble.

lifeinpoetry

How lovely, the way we wreck ourselves on the world; here we shine in it, too.

Cecilia Woloch, “Girl in a Truck, Kentucky Highway 245,” Carpathia (via lifeinpoetry)

#`words upon her lips

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writing: @pxjungs ( sorry bub, it’s coming now i swear )

waiting:@pxtaekwoon @pxhimchan,@pxskylar, @woobinxp, @pxsungjoo, @pxchohee,@pxwonshik, @seokjinxp ( please take all the time you need )

plotting: @pxjace, @pxolivia (?), you???

if i missed anyone, do let me know :D otherwise, i'm finally on semester break so i'll be around more often... at least more than usual anyway :P

#pxooc #`track her down

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Streetstyle: Irene Kim at NYFW Spring 2015