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【Come and Lie】|| Say & Ahri

The burning and sensual feel of lips pressing butterfly kisses up her shoulders and back. A caress against her side. An ardent press against her hips. A cacophony of noise blending together and melding into a sinful symphony.

The memory was short lived, though, as Ahri slowly came around. Sunlight bled in through the small spaces in between the sheer drapery and blinds, illuminating the otherwise dark room. She had no recollection of the events of last night, but from the subtle throbbing of her head to heady smell of alcohol that permeated the air, Ahri felt she had an interesting night. She had to get up soon, her roommate might be worried if she was gone for too long, and it was alright the wee hours of sunrise.

Ahri made a move to roll over quickly and slip out of bed, but was stopped by a sturdy lump that blocked her escape route and caused her to roll back the way she came and fall off the bed. Belatedly Ahri realized she was naked. Bare. Nude. Uncovered. Without a stitch on her. Au naturale. Sucking in a breath, Ahri scrambled onto her feet, pulling the blanket off the bed with a strong grip and wrapped it around her. She had sex with someone.

"Oh fuck," Ahri muttered, breathing noisily as she waddled around the room, looking her for clothes so she could make a quick escape, but got tangled up in the sheets, tripping and falling face first onto the motel carpet’s floor.

"Shit…" she groaned, laying there in defeat.

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Say groaned lowly as she rolled around on her bed, wrapping the sheets tighter around her. She took a deep breath, welcoming the warm scent of her bed. Except it wasn't her bed's scent that she absorbed, but instead a quite different scent that she couldn't quite identify: it smell slightly of bleach and strongly of some kind of clothes' detergent. With a frown, she slightly opened one of her eyes, the soft light entering through the window making her cringe slightly. Taking a small look at the room she belatedly realized this wasn't her room, actually, but instead a motel room.

The memories of the previous night slowly came to her, visions of milky white skin and a skinny body, the feel of silky hair between her fingers. A lazy smile was drawn over her face as she let herself close her eyes again and drift off into sleep again. She didn't remain in that state for too long, a soft bump in her back awakening her again. She frowned again, about to turn around and face who she assumed to be the girl from last night's memories, when she felt the cold air of the morning hit her body, the sheets being taken away. A shiver ran down her spine as she immediately sat up on the bed. "What the fuck?" She said, voice low and raspy.

She encountered the other girl there, wrapped in the sheets and moving around the room. A smirk was drawn upon her features as she observed her, remembering the pleasurable memories from last night. She couldn't help it but let out a snort as she saw the girl tumble down to the ground. However, she didn't let the girl lay there in mortification for too long. Rising up from the bed, she took one of the t-shirts thrown around the room and walked up to the other girl, her body still nude. Say had never been one to have problems with showing her body, and this was not going to be any different.

"Here, put this on." She said as she kneeled down and thrusted the t-shirt on the other's hands.

#;para #p:come and lie #arcxahri #[ sorry it's so late~ OTL ]

Call me (knocking on the front door wounded) XD

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours - AU in which Say and Leo are very good friends

Say was leisurely thrown on her rather small couch, feet hanging over one of the armrests and a bowl of popcorns resting on her stomach, as she watched a shitty romantic comedy on her computer. It wasn't something Say would usually watch, but a friend had been insisting on her watching it for the last three weeks and Say had finally given in.

She was rather surprised when she heard a knock on her door, jumping slightly in place at the sudden sound. With a frown on her face, she let the almost empty bowl on the little coffee table and walked to the door. It was strange that someone came to look for her at her little studio, specially at this time, so she expected it to be a neighbour with some kind of request or something similar. What she definitely didn't expect was to see Leo there once she opened the door, quite beaten up and a bullet wound on his left shoulder.

"Oh my god, Leo, what happened?" She asked in a frenzy, immediately grabbing her friend's arm and leading him inside her little apartment. Not having a better place, she sat him on her bed, not minding that the bed sheets were getting dirty, and kneeled down before him.

"A fight, I tried to protect a little girl and they ended up beating me up." The boy said, voice as impassive as always. Say looked at him with a frown and sighed deeply. "They were five and had guns." Leo continued. Shaking her head, Say stood up and walked to the kitchen, taking a clean towel and filling a bowl with some water. "Well, you're lucky you only got one bullet in you." She grumbled, masking her real concern for the boy's health with a little lecture. "You could have ended up death, you know?" She continued, walking back to where the boy was sitting. She left the bowl and white towel there before opening one of the many cabinets in the room and taking out a bottle of sanitary alcohol and some cotton pads. "Why did you get into the fight, even? I mean, I know you were trying to protect the girl and everything, but still, couldn't you have called the police or something?" She continued grumbling as she moved around the place. "Take off your shirt." She asked him, as she picked up the towel, dampening it and pressing it on the boy's wounds carefully, as she did when she cleaned tattoos. "Seriously, what were you thinking?" She continued, her voice a contrast to her careful movements. Once she made sure the wound on his shoulder was clean, she picked up one of the cotton pads and wetted in on the alcohol. "This is going to hurt." She warned before pressing the pad on the wound. She tsked when the boy flinched slightly. "It serves you right for not minding your own business." She said, sighing deeply again.

As angry as she seemed though, she was actually quite worried for the boy. It was not the first time he got beaten up, but the bullet wound was definitely a first. Say had seen enough of them to know they could be healed and to learn to identify the severity of it. As she continued cleaning it carefully, she examined it. "You're lucky, it didn't touch any important parts and it didn't reach the bone." She said, giving the boy a stern look. She took out some tape and secured a cotton pad over the wound, trying to contain the blood flowing from it, although it didn't do a very good job. "Come on, let's go find a doctor to get you fixed." She ended up saying, taking the boy by his arms and leading him out of the apartment with her.

#;drabble #arcxtaekwoon #[ hope you like it~#say can't deal with emotions so yeah - have an angry concerned say instead lol ]

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Only Skin Deep || Leo & Say

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Even if Leo hadn’t had a tattoo before he’d been through worse physical pain that a tattoo was nothing to him. Nothing compared to the pain of burning metal being shot into his body multiple times. Even then when he had gotten a tattoo the most it ever felt like, to him at least, was as if he was being cut. Though it was only for a few seconds before the pain had faded so it was really no big deal to him.

He studied her for a moment as she began to trace the tattoo onto the paper. It was obvious to him that she took her job very seriously but that she definitely loved what she did for a living. He smirked at the joke and nodded “there’s nothing wrong with working alone.”

He replied with a simply okay and did as he was told. Though he had been a bit hesitant at first because of the numerous scars on his body. Leo quickly swept the unsure emotion to the back of his mind as he lifted the shirt up and over his head and placed it over his jacket. He relaxed his body as much as he could and awaited for her to begin. Only this time it wouldn’t be another scar that would be marking his skin. It would be something in remembrance instead.

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Say curiously observed the young man as he moved. She knew first impressions weren't always what they seemed and, although the boy hadn't stroke much of a reaction out of her at first, she was beginning to grow more curious about him. Of course, the scars on his body only added to her curiosity. However, as eager to know as she was, she understood that most people weren't comfortable talking about scars and other physical marks, just like herself, so she restrained herself from asking any questions.

Without a word, she softly spread the vaseline on the boy's shoulder and upper arm, coating the skin thoroughly. Once she was done, she turned around again and picked up the stencil, pressing it to the boy's skin and making sure it would be correctly imprinted on it. She wasn't much of a talker, specially not when she was working, which was perfectly okay, but she knew it made some of her clients uncomfortable. "Any meaning behind the tattoo?" She casually asked, rising one of the corners of the paper to check if the ink had already been absorbed by the skin. It was a question she always asked, because if the person was willing to talk, they will most surely be more than happy to tell Say all about the tattoo and their life in general, which gave Say the perfect opportunity to zone out of it and concentrate on her task. And if they didn't want to talk, they would just give her a short answer and that would give Say enough clues that there was no more talking to do.

#;para #p:only skin deep #arcxtaekwoon #[ sorry it's so late #and sorry it's a bit too short >.< ]

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#;others #[ doing replies but i'll try to make some of these :D ]

headlock ✖✖ say&youngjae

Say leafed through the folder full of designs absentmindedly, a cigarette stick hanging loosely on her lips. She slowly took it out and let the ash fall on one of the multiple ashtrays around the studio, keeping the smoke in her mouth for a few moments before finally releasing it. She sighed loudly before taking another drag. She looked at the clock on the wall right behind her and grimaced slightly. She hated when people were late, mostly because she was an incredibly punctual and couldn't understand people who were late because they 'forgot' or 'lose track of time'. She felt it was disrespectful, specially when they didn't even warn you about their lateness. Though Say rarely looked at her phone, so she most probably wouldn't notice if someone sent her a message about it.

Stubbing out the cigarette, she looked around, trying to find her phone that she knew she had left somewhere. It took her a few minutes, but she finally found it under a heap of papers. No new messages, though. Frowning slightly, Say took out her agenda and crossed down the name of the client, a young girl. It wasn't that strange that she didn't come, though, Say had half-expected her to back down in the last moment, but she still had the hope that she would come. Now that she had nothing to do for the next hour, she picked up one of her designs' papers, a half-finished drawing on it. It was a drawing of a landscape, one she had seen and fallen in love with when she had gone for a ride around the outskirts of Seoul a few days ago. The view had been imprinted on her mind and she had been transferring it to a paper a few hours earlier, before her first client of the day came. She suddenly decided that she wasn't going to let the girl's absence ruin her fun of drawing on skin: taking one of the multiple pens splayed across the counter, she rested her arm on the counter, the paper right beside it, and slowly started painting the landscape on her own arm.

She was snapped out of her absentminded drawing when the bell by the door rang, her head rising to look at the door. Her expression, slightly surprised at the first moment, morphed rapidly into her typical poker face. She was half-expecting it to be the girl that had an appointment, even if she was 20 minutes late, but she definitely did not expect the young man standing there. "Hello, what can I help you with?" She said, polite and professional as always, expression still neutral.

#;para #p:headlock #spdxyoungjae #[ omg this is so incredibly late OTL #i'm sorryyyyyyy~ ]

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#;ooc #;tbd

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Inking Brushes || Reina & Say

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The moment of silence from the other girl causes Reina to wonder if she’s crossed some invisible boundary. She likes art and she understands tattoo could be considered a type of art. In that way, she wonders if there’s a type of trade secret kept sealed from the outside and from the regular citizens which pace by this area. If regular art was full of veiled enigmas that could only be exposed after death, why couldn’t tattoo follow the same line? They were an artistic creation too, the sketchpad was the skin, there was still the ink which flowed through the pen and it was still an image of the brain or maybe two brains.

When the girl smiles softly and seems willing enough to reveal what was going on behind the scenes, Reina automatically gives a small smile of her own back. So it seems she was given permission, even as a stranger, to go into an area that was probably considered a lot more scared, a sort of sanctuary for the tattoo artist. She tiptoes along after, the bell on her anklet ringing ever so slightly as she trails after the girl into the studio.

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Say walks into her studio and just stands there for a moment, looking around. She hears a little ring next to her and looks over to the girl following her. "This is were I work." She says, giving a slight wave around. She puffs out her cheeks for a few seconds, thinking what to show her later and just letting the girl take a look at the room. It's quite small, to be honest, but Say think it's just perfect for her. She has never been a fan of big spaces, and the studio is like her home. Truthfully, she spends more time in here than in her little apartment above, so it might as well be.

Say walks over to the stool in the middle of the room, just next to the tattooing chair, and sits there. "Okay, so this is were the client sits while I tattoo him or her." She says motioning to the white leather chair. "And if there's any visitors they sit there." She continues, signaling to what once was a beautiful white leather couch but now looks a bit too used; God knows how many nights has Say ended up crashing there instead of her bed. She turns around on the stool and takes the papers from before, designs on them. With the stack of sketches in her hands, she moves to the couch and sits there, feet under her thighs, patting the spot next to her and looking encouragingly at the girl. "Come, I'll show you some of my designs." She says with a small smile.

As the girl moves, she realizes she still doesn't know her name. "I'm Say, by the way." She says, hoping the other will give her her own name.

#;para #p:inking brushes #arcxreina #[ nuu~ that's perfectly okay~#you can say what you think it's okay~ ^^ ]

bêtise ✖✖ say&sulli

Say softly padded the woman's skin with a little cotton pad wetted in alcohol. It cleaned the skin completely and now Say could happily admire her newest work of art. It was a rather simple piece, the words "C'est la vie" between two deep red roses, on the upper back of the girl. The client was a quite young girl, a college student Say had found out at some point in the small talk they had made during the session, who had just moved out of her parent's house and decided to get a tattoo to remember that moment. Quite a moving story, but Say had listened to far too many to feel anything about it now. Her tattoos didn't have a very deep meaning for her, maybe the deepest one being the garter on her left thigh which showed her passion for music.

"There you go, all good." She said after finishing putting on a small cotton pad on the tattoo area and holding it with some tape. An almost there smile adorned her face as she directed the girl towards the shop and made all the transactions for the payment. Once the girl left, Say took out her worn-out agenda and looked at her next client. It was one of the newest additions to Scorpio who came to get her tattoo: a young girl named Sulli, apparently. Say wondered if the girl would come alone or not, most of the new recruits were assigned a kind of tutor to show them the ways and usually came to get their tattoo accompanied by them.

Just as she was about to light up a cigarette, her phone vibrated with a new text in her back pocket. With a small frown, Say took it out; she usually didn't receive many texts, specially since she barely used her phone. As she read the message, her usually impassive face morphed into one of absolute displeasure. "No, no, no, no, no!" She said to herself, a murmur transforming into a scream of rage. She groaned lowly as she let her forehead drop on the counter before her. She took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. Why did they do this to her, she was not suited to be a tutor under any circumstance. They had assigned her as the new so to say tutor of the new girl and Say couldn't disagree more with whoever had planned it.

She was in the middle of trying to take the news in and not freak out too much when the door to the shop opened and a young girl entered the shop. Say imagined it would be the new girl and looked at her up and down before sighing loudly and offering her a sarcastic smile. "Sulli, right?" She just couldn't wait to see how this would turn out.

#;para #p:betise #scrxsulli #[ ahskjdha this is so late sorryyyyyyyyyyy OTL #hope it is good at least ^^ ]#[ oh and the last sentence is obvious sarcasm lol ]

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#;thoughts #[ pretty much say's personality in a sentence lmao ]

#;ooc #;tbd #scrxsulli #scrxkris #arcxsehun

#;ooc #;tbd #[ i really hate tumblr #really really really hate it OTL ]

better left unsaid ✖✖ say&kris

Say sighed loudly as she waited for the light to turn green. The warm breath slightly fogged the helmet on her head, and Say furrowed her brows at it. Once the light changed, her motorcycle sprinted through the full streets of Seoul at night. She didn't really drive with a destination in mind, the ride being more of a mechanism to relieve stress than anything else. She wasn't really sure why was she feeling like this today, but it probably had to do with the fact that her last mission had definitely not gone well: she was perfectly torturing one of the members of Arcanum, getting quite a lot of information out of him, when suddenly he rebelled and she had ended up killing him. It wasn't the first time Say killed someone, that wasn't the problem, but she knew ending with a dead body was not the point of the mission and she didn't know how screwed up she would be once Scorpio and Arcanum found out. But most of all, it was the way in which she had ended up dying: a shoot to his stomach. The vision had reminded Say too much of Ahri and she had fled the place immediately, mind clogged up with images of the last time she had seen her dear sister.

Seeing as how the ride was doing nothing to help her empty her mind, she decided to finish it and find something else that would help her calm her nerves. It didn't take her long to get to the Red District and, once there, she rode to one of the multiple bars around the area. She had visited it previously many times and she knew the staff probably already knew her, even if they had never talked before further than the usual. She parked her beloved red Ducati and took of her helmet, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. She took a deep breath and walked into the bar, immediately going to sit at one of the stools without even directing a glance around the place. She had enough things in her mind to worry about who could be there and could see her.

Once one of the bartenders approached her, she absentmindedly asked for a beer, not even directing a glance towards the boy behind the bar. She let her forehead drop on the wooden surface in front of her and huffed loudly, angry at herself. She just hoped a few drinks would take things of her mind.

#;para #p:better left unsaid #scrxkris

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inked -- {seukhye & sohee}

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Standing timidly in the store, staring around. There wasn’t much to say about the place, it pretty much spoke for itself. It wasn’t dirty, but there was a sense of grime and grit to it, it reminded her of the city. The city that consumed her and spat her out. It was plain but the smell of menthol made her mind go back to the city that had suffocated her and suffered from a tremendous amount of pollution. Sadly and strangely enough, it reminded her of home. Seukhye letting her ear perk up at a voice she looked up. Wondering why she had a arm over her elbow and looking around like a seven year old she placed her arms by her side. “Hey,” she started and made her way closer to the other female. “I’d like to get a tattoo.” Seukhye said plainly. In contrast to her looks she is very much a edgy person, plain, blunt and insensitive to feelings.

Seukhye didn’t know why she wanted a tattoo, or even where. Maybe it was a sense of rebelling agains their body, she’d always had a angel looking persona, if only her skin peeked and a marking of ink would make people think otherwise would be something she’d really want. Placing a hand on her body, getting a sense of reality for a second and going back up into the clouds, she didn’t need to make any moral or correct choices in her life now, she was too far into Arcanum to get out.

Pointing to the left side of her hip, her lips cracked, something like a pull of the ends of her lips. “Yeah, a tattoo right here.” Seukhye murmured, lifting her t-shirt so show some skin. It was a secretive yet secluded area to have a tattoo, it could tell so many things about a person that people just had to find out. “I don’t have a design in mind, I was hoping you would though.” She wasn’t new to the whole impulsive tattoo thing. It made her blood boil and rush back to her brain, it brought her back to her city, it was nostalgic yet it hurt. “Do I need to make a reservation?” She added, brushing off the thoughts of her pain and happiness.

scrxsay

Say observed the girl standing in the middle of the shop. She had never seen her before, and she wasn't that surprised by that fact: the girl didn't seem like the one who would get a tattoo or wander through the red district, but more like she would go shopping in Gangnam or Hongdae. However, Say was never one to say no to a new client, even if they didn't seem like the type of clients she was used to. "Sure." She replied with a soft smile, stubbing out her cigarette in one of the multiple ashtrays spread around the studio.

She started taking out all the papers she needed to sign when she heard the girl talk again. She smiled to herself, and she was about to show her her own tattoo on her hip when she realized she couldn't risk it. Scorpio's tattoo had been the latest one she had gotten and, although it was somehow camouflaged with the cherry tree tattoo and almost always covered by her underwear or pants, she still couldn't show it. Her head lifted when she heard the other's following words and she smiled widely, not saying anything though.

"Luckily for you, my client just cancelled so I can make it right now if you'd like?" She said, imagining the girl would say yes. She seemed pretty eager to get her tattoo. "Here, fill this." She said, extending the papers on the counter in front of her. As she let the other complete all the forms, she took out her folder of personal designs, full of sketches she still hadn't brought out to the gallery. "Do you have any idea about the size?" she asked as she leafed through the folder, two ideas in her mind. Although she usually didn't do colour tattoos, these two were colourful and Say thought they would look beautiful on the other's skin. One of them was fairly big, an aquamarine coloured tribal taking up part of the thigh too, while the other, a small tribal simple design with a beautiful flower in the middle, was small and delicate.

#;para #p:inked #arcxseukhye

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