▮▮ death's dance

Her soul is like a sultry, windless noon, in which nothing stirs, nothing changes, nothing lives. Only a fierce unmoving sun beats down on bare rocks forever. — ( )

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                                           I’m a mountain that has been moved,                                            I’m a  fugitive  that has no legs to run.                                            I’m a preacher with no pulpit spewing                                            a sermon that goes on and on and on.

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❝ A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞

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Yan simply nods in agreement, listening quietly with a hand coiled to the handle of her teacup. “I agree. I don’t think I really know how it feels to be heartbroken, but revenge is a little bit… much? At least that’s how I feel about it. Regardless of her mistakes though I still appreciate Maleficent and I do believe she learned from them. No more of those spiteful spells.” She finishes her sentence with swift wag of her finger and a growing smile that slowly creeps at the corners of her lips, excitement now perking her expression as she lifts herself from against the back of her chair, eyes finding her wristwatch in order to check the time. “When did you say you had to leave again? Because I’m down to watch another movie. I haven’t been on a Disney movie binge like this in ages,” 

Truly, she didn’t do much but read and people watch in her spare time, and when she wasn’t doing that she was somewhere on the dully shaded, lonely planes of Interra. Movies were sort of a guilty pleasure, and Disney and other animated movies were her favorite. “You know I’ve actually never seen the second Little Mermaid, what even is the lesson in The Little Mermaid anyways? I can’t remember.”

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▹ jngsjnq​ originally written here

Quickly going over to you she grabbed a few bags from your hands as she went and set the, down on the table.”You shouldn’t carry so many things,it’s bad for your back.”

The girl was probably right, but Yan was far too impatient when it came to handling groceries and if she could she’d probably carry in everything at once. Though being of her tiny size the amounts she carried in at a time were weighing her down and she looked like a miniature christmas tree hanging in grocery bags as decoration. It was a relief when the other had reached over and snatched a few of the bags from her hands earning a small sigh from Yan in return. “Ah, thank you. I’m sorry it’s just... habit i guess. You don’t have to help me put these away though I’ve got it you just make yourself comfortable.” 

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❝ It’s only day 2 for this shirt, and these panties are fresh from the dryer. ❞ ❝ I don’t need you to forgive me. I haven’t done anything wrong. ❞ ❝ I’ve always forgiven you until now. ❞ ❝ I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞ ❝ Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞ ❝ How do I choose the box to bury my friend in? ❞ ❝ If he dies, he can’t talk. Dead men tell no tales. ❞ ❝ When you walk in here, you make me hope. Hoping is bad for me, so do not come back here unless you are back for good. ❞ ❝ When it’s your turn, you can talk, but right now, be quiet. Let yourself be kissed. ❞ ❝ It’s always his turn, despite the fact that I’m the one you like to ride, that I’m the one that makes you moan, that I’m the one who reaches you in places that he can’t begin to touch. ❞ ❝ We can hide in the shadows or we can stand in the light. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you. I have things to do. I’m busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls. ❞ ❝ Do you actually think I give a damn what anyone thinks of me anymore? ❞ ❝ A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞ ❝ You can’t summon me. You are not in charge of me. ❞ ❝ Did you think I’d want you back? ❞ ❝ I am less than interested in whatever it is you have to offer. ❞ ❝ You thought I would be dragged in here and I’d lay eyes on you and I’d gasp, and I’d rip off all my clothes and crawl on my knees over to you and beg you to take me, that I’d be some kind of sad porn fantasy. ❞ ❝ I could have anything I wanted, and I wanted you. You can laugh at it and make fun of me, but the truth is, nobody else wants you. ❞ ❝ I’ve lost too much. I’ve given up too much. I’m not even a person anymore. ❞ ❝ I’m not like you. I’m sorry you miss me, but I’m not like you. ❞ ❝ Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞ ❝ You’re thirsty, but you’re not here for a drink.❞ ❝ You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞ ❝ I can give you what you want just the way you want it. ❞ ❝ You either go home alone and try your own hand at quenching that thirst or go upstairs with me and replace that dry lump in your throat with something much more satisfying. ❞ ❝ Trust me; I will be the one standing over you when you die. ❞ ❝ You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞ ❝ Burying yourself in work isn’t always the best thing when you lose someone. ❞ ❝ I’ve got enough blood on my hands already. ❞ ❝ Don’t ever leave me like that again. I almost didn’t survive. I almost died without you. ❞ ❝ You have been waiting for this moment from the second I got in bed with her. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t matter what the truth is, does it? The only thing that matters is that I put my hands where you think they don’t belong, and now I’m in chains. ❞ ❝ I am going to have you destroyed. ❞ ❝ He’s a predator, an animal, a killing machine, and just because you’ve decided to turn a blind eye to that doesn’t make it any less true. ❞ ❝ I think you want me to be guilty. Guilty lets you hate me for things you’re not allowed to hate me for. ❞ ❝ If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞ ❝ You may have never heard what it sounds like when she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have, and it’s awful. ❞ ❝ The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞ ❝ Since us bitches have got to get through this dog and pony show, I’m gonna need you to sit down, shut up, and follow my lead. ❞ ❝ Is she right about you having nightmares? ❞ ❝ Don’t let love cloud your judgment. ❞ ❝ We both know in the end you’re not going to choose me. And that’s okay. I want you to know, I need you to know, not choosing me is okay. ❞ ❝ I keep my promises. I will watch the life fade from your eyes. ❞ ❝ I love her. Does that matter to you at all? ❞ ❝ It stops you every time, the arrogance, the need to swagger, to show everyone who you are. ❞ ❝ True power hides in plain sight. ❞ ❝ You and I are ruined. We don’t have a chance now. Too much has happened. ❞ ❝ I know you’re trying to be rational, and I understand why, but you can’t pretend this is okay. ❞ ❝ I mean, I figure we have two choices here - we can either pretend this unbearable sexual tension doesn’t exist, or we can address it head-on. ❞ ❝ You are beautiful. The face that launched a thousand ships. ❞ ❝ What is it that is so special about you? You have so much power over him. He revolves around you. ❞ ❝ He needed you. He was in pain. He wanted to die. ❞ ❝ I could protect him from everyone. Except you. ❞ ❝ I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞ ❝ I’m very powerful, you know. Some women would find that a turn-on. ❞ ❝ Let’s just say I’m in a giving mood tonight. ❞

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▹ baechuj​ reblogged for a starter

Spotlight. One of the many things Yan feared was being the center of attention no matter where it came from and over the course of time she’d been acknowledge by several people that found her beauty of worth and high model potential. Of course, for obvious reasons regarding her privacy, she’d turned them all down and since then saw that she stick tightly to simplicity. She got what she called a normal job surrounded by normal people where even then she made little to no connection with anyone at all, but bad luck rests in the tip of her icy fingers.

Trouble finds her at a quiet cafe, coffee in hand (  — though it serves its purpose as mere decoration rather than an actual drink ) with her palm against her chin, eyes trained on the scenery outside the wide shop window. Moments of tranquility pass before its silence is  interrupted by a sudden cacophony of both a scream and the sound of splashing liquid which is soon soiled to her clothing, and if that wasn’t enough, a body comes crashing down with it. 

Her eyes are wide with surprise as she comes to recognize the being in which had just stumbled into her, Irene Bae, an idol. Just the kind of famous attention Yan always wanted to avoid. Though she wishes she opted not to say anything, her words come out shaky and unsure, “A-are you okay?”

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Its all in playful jest-- the furrowing of her brows, the hands held firmly against her hips whilst her lower lip hangs in a phony awe at such a theory. “Is that really all you think of me? That I only speak to you for free pastries, huh?” 

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▹ blvckstcr​ originally written here

        HIS LAUGHTER CEASED UPON HEARING her words and his smile turned to a lighthearted glare. ❝  Of course it is. It’s fucking hilarious.  ❞ Once Jiho found something funny, it was most likely that he was going to repeat it until he was bored of it, only to do it again with something else. Repeating the short video one final time, he let the phone drop onto the table. ❝  The only thing not funny here is you. I should really replace you with someone better.  ❞  

And here she’d done it again, her previously cold and stern expression softening and molding itself into a display of mild remorse. Her hands fold together, thumbs pushing at each other in a nervously apologetic gesture. To be truthful? She really didn’t get it. She had a hard time understanding a good amount of today’s humour and she especially could not see what was so funny about a green frog riding on a tricycle and the association with the phrase ‘here come dat boi’ though for a while she tried to play along. laughing halfheartedly the first couple times he’d played it, over and over and over, until her tolerance caved in to reveal her bitter expression of her inability to understand his infatuation with such a thing. She’d snapped at him, and she regret it now. Her inner fear of losing him causing a nauseating flutter within the hollows of her stomach, even if it was just another one of his careless jokes. 

 “Hey now, you don’t mean that do ya? I don’t mean to be a ‘buzzkill’ as you usually say, I’m just not a big fan of repetition.” In her attempt to lighten her on mood, she jokes back at him. The corners of her lips rising only slightly now. “How could you replace me though? Who else would laugh at the jokes you tell that actually aren’t funny? You must keep me around for the sake of your self esteem.”

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▹ sxonorous​

the day is going according to routine, delicate fingers moving promptly whilst she tends halfheartedly to her work accompanied by the endless chit chatting from her fellow coworkers. it becomes a familiar background noise to her, she’d rather it be that than to actually partake in discussion. that’s just how yan was: distant and fleeting when it came to social affairs. (  — perhaps it was fear that kept her so sternly detached, filling the emptiness in which longed only for normality with trembling fret. ) 

due to the unpopularity of the quiet salon it was rare that business would be booming, especially on a tuesday morning, and more often than not most customers were commoners who’d earned their place among the employees topic of gossip, and some even participated in such conversation, but the rare new face crept up every now and again just as it would today. her attention is swept abruptly by the sudden signifying ding of the entrance bell, lips forming a brilliant curve as she attempts to greet the stranger with her softest expression, eyes crinkling into narrow crescents as she speaks softly through salmon colored tiers.

“hello, and welcome to nari’s beauty salon, ” her friendly facade falters slightly, uncomfortable familiarity slowing her speech and softening her tone in both fear and uncertainty as she peers into eyes that she’s sworn she’s seen before.

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Sorry for my absence recently, I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and i still don’t feel very good, but I’m better and I’ll be getting to starters and such very soon. Soon as in probably over the course of the next few days and while i do that, if anyone wants to talk on aim to simply chat or plot i’m @pholisora.exe

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Zack and I don’t want you talking to Leon nor Yongguk.

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Why? I don’t get it.. what is so bad about them that I can’t speak to them and why do you and Zack act like you’re both my dads or something, you clearly being the creepier stepdad type who won’t stop hitting on his step daughter and Zack just.... Zack’s just a dick. I actually think he’s the Bitch mom in the relationship.

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Agate, fossil, amethyst, copper, ruby

send me a crystal

▹ agateanswered here.

▹ fossilaside from her reaping, she isn’t really sure what she'd rather be doing. or if there even is something out there she’d rather be doing. 

▹amethystsometimes she wishes she could be a wolf, but a wolf like neu. it’d give her greater insight into his mind, she feels, and he always seems to have such fun on his chases.

▹ copperas time goes by yan will most likely come to grow more confident and unafraid, but at a somewhat ghastly cost. in the end there will be nothing to be afraid of but herself and neu, as long as they continue to put on the mask of the lamb and the wolf. this love and excitement she’s grown for having taken someone’s life will probably consume her until it is all that she does and all that she knows.

▹ rubyshe is her happiest when her surroundings are calm. being surrounded by too many people for too long seems to make her uneasy so she enjoys the simple moments in her home, listening to a bit of classical music and reading whilst anticipating neu’s next visit. 

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moss agate, apatite, carnelian

send me a crystal

▹ moss agatei’d like to say her opinion of herself is modest, but if i had to choose i’d say she has a high opinion of herself. she likes to view herself as indestructible sometimes like she deserves the luxury of not having to deal with any of the negatives that come with life.

▹ apatite has very good intuition when it comes to people. perhaps this is only because she pays attention to others more than she should and is very observant and notices things that most careless people wouldn’t see but she’s good at being able to infer people and their decisions and sometimes even there motives. of course, she is no god. no psychic or anything like that and isn’t always correct about everyone. sometimes her confidence in her ability to read people lead her down the wrong path.

▹ carnelianshe for some reason isn’t a big fan of andy warhol. not because she disagrees with or dislikes his works, but because she refers to him as “mainstream.” what a weird thought.

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·“I’d be worried if you didn’t.” Dae cupped his own cheeks and smiled. “After all, I do buy you food when you ask for some!”

She beams a natural smile lined in affection giving a short and somewhat relcutant nod of her head. "That is true, I guess. You still won't buy me any of my favorite books when I ask, though." The statement is said only to rile up a bit of a playful argument, one that obviously isn't to be taken seriously. she doesn't care if he gets her books, or food, though she's always been appreciative. "Speaking of food, care for lunch? It'll be on me this time."

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abalone, agate, biotite.

send me a crystal

▹ abaloneemotionally yan is a mess, but she makes her emotions difficult to trigger by appearing to be very stoic and a bit unwelcoming. i could imagine being in a situation where she’s heavily interrogated on the way that she feels would get to her. putting her in a situation that forces her to be afraid and to admit to being afraid will also probably get to her as well but things that actually scare her have started to dwindle little by little.

▹ agatealone, yan calms herself by doing simple things like singing, or rather humming, until her mind is at ease. in most situations and scenarios she would call neu over. any sort of close contact with neu calms her down and puts her at ease. it makes her feel at home, because neu is home to her.

▹ biotiteshe’s at a point in her life where she feels as if she should be happy or satisfied, but she isn’t. the only thing that seems to move her is any time spent with neu and any time spent where she wears the mask of the lamb. taking lives moves her, and when she returns to what she calls her “realm of normality” she feels rather empty and lacking with the everyday and its morals.