knights of shame

there's comfort in silence

[sorcelleire]

"okay, i told you something, now you tell me something." (( weeee go wild !!

x / accepting

“i have nothing interesting to share.” 

it’s a simple deflection, one he knows the other won’t be satisfied with, but jisung enjoyed keeping things to himself. there wasn’t much to share about his life currently, unless dabin wanted him to ramble on about how boring things were and how lonely he was, but he was sure they had no interest in his day to day life. no, instead they must be asking about more beneficial knowledge, such as the way he reboots or how he ticked (how easy it’d be to kill him and erase his memories for good, he never wanted them to know how fragile he truly was). it only made sense they’d want to know now that jisung held onto the same information about the other, but he clung tight to the knowledge nonetheless. 

he didn’t want to lose all his memories, not again.

the feeling of fingers around his throat burns hotly at the back of his mind. he blinks and it’s gone, replaced with dabin, the only being he could really consider a friend in the strange city. he wondered if they felt the same, but he’d always been overly sentimental, attaching titles and emotions to things that didn’t require them. his model wasn’t supposed to feel emotion, yet he’d been programmed with them nonetheless, he always wondered if it was a simple factory flaw or a purposeful mistake to lead his curiosity into new directions. his model was built to learn, after all, so what was the difference between learning about the world and devastating loss? quite a big one, he had come to learn, but his patchy memories didn’t allow him to understand why eh felt so desolate in the first place. on one hand, he never wanted to piece them together, didn’t want to know what he’d lost, but on the other he was dying to know who or what had been so important to him in the first place. here, all he had was his studies, then he’d had someone, something, but he couldn’t remember what. all he knew was, it was gone. 

his pale blue eyes flicker away from dabin’s face, off in the distance, not really looking at anything in particular, but he can never bring himself to meet their eyes when he’s not being truthful. there’s plenty he can tell them about his past, what he remembers of it, such as the purpose of his model, but he frets they’ll turn their back on him if they discover anything more about him. he didn’t know their purpose either, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. still, to keep up the facade of friendships and not just two androids tied together by the cruel fate of not being human enough, he didn’t ask.

knowing dabin won’t be happy with his answer, his eyes settle onto their face again, his lips curling into a slight smile. “i love baths. i know, i know, they’re totally unnecessary, but they just feel good, y’know?” while it wasn’t what they were asking, he had still supplied her with an answer, thus satisfying the need for a response. he could weasel his way out of the question for now, but one day they’d figure out the truth. still, a small part of him didn’t want to be rebooted if he were to fall. he couldn’t wrap his head around his own line of thoughts when it ventured into that territory as he held a burning desire to know all there was about the world, yet a small voice in the back of his head always told him to give up, there was no point to any of it at all.

why? why?

“so,” he starts again, jutting his thumb back over his shoulder in the direction of the door. “you want to come on a walk with me? i haven’t been out to the park in a while and i think the sun would feel nice, being cooped up all day gets a little boring.” distract them, don’t let them ask any more questions. plus, he really did want to get out of his apartment.

[memetaped]

tex taken from the 1979 s.e. hinton book.

why can’t you just tell a nice lie once in a while?

okay, i told you something, now you tell me something.

you’re running a little bit of a fever.

it’s not a rock, it’s a bandage. and don’t move around, your tubes’ll come loose.

come on, it’s okay, you can wake up.

there are people who go places, and people who stay.

have a hamburger. you can have a hamburger, can’t you?

i’m not going to throw away a whole dollar.

you look wore out, ___. you better get some sleep.

this is the worst thing that’ll ever happen to me.

i find it real hard to live politely.

they won’t let me stay with you if you keep talking. you’re supposed to rest. 

i thought i was supposed to be the stubborn one in this family.

maybe sometimes things don’t work out. i know i’ll never figure out the “why” of a lot of stuff that’s happened.

i’ve been bashed up pretty good, ___, but i’m going to make it.

it was the first time i realized hurting somebody could feel really good.

you sure know how to cheer people up.

love ought to be a real simple thing.

well, that’s as close to being a ghost as i want to get.

isn’t this a little extreme?

you’re almost looking human again.

i’d like to make somebody sorry.

oh, shit. this is great, this is just great.

___ doesn’t have the sense god gave a goat.

the doctors say you’re going to be okay. that’s not what they were telling us when we got to the emergency room the other night.

maybe we can go to a movie.

you don’t have people depending on you.

well, you look pretty messed up right now. what happened?

that’s all you’re going to get, so don’t ask for any more.

well, it’s a good home.

come on, kid, hang in there, we’ll go to the hospital, okay?

in the daytime you aren’t afraid of anything.

go ahead, ___. dump me! everybody else has and i don’t know why you should be any different!

anyhow, it’s a waste of money.

i’ve been going all my life, cowboy.

i think we’re going to get to see a riot.

___, all my life i wanted somebody who knew more than i did to tell me the truth. i really wanted that. i had to learn it all the hard way. i’m just giving you a present i always wanted.

but i don’t think love solves anything.

[the-endless-mixtape]

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Highly Suspect//Lydia

Black ocean, cold and dark I am the hungry shark, fast and merciless But the only girl that could talk to him just couldn’t swim Tell me what’s worse than this

[sorcelleire]

2oners·:

( 📱 text ) : you’re using it wrong, stop.

( 📱 text ) : you can’t possibly believe that yourself. we both know that’s not true.  

he scoffs. this woman is unbelievable. red & pretty  ─  could be ANYTHING! from a silken dress that brushes softly along her curves to a bright  c o l o u r e d  fruit, she might have grown in her garden. 

( 📱 text ) : please, refrain from talking about your lingerie when i’m in public

it’s a bluff. however, the image of  flushing cheeks  at the other end of their conversation is too entertaining to ignore. he leaves his phone out of sight for  no more  than 10 minutes, focusing on the job until they call it quits.  FINALLY .  outside, the light recedes around a setting sun. everyone  disappears  into shops for a last minute haul or  j a m  their  s t o m a c h s  with the many fine foods of the vendors lining up  around them .

( 📱 text ) : there in 15 minutes, hungry?

     [ sms: sponge ] :( fine      [ sms: sponge ] excuse me! you’re the only one with a dirty mind!!      [ sms: sponge ] i'm innocent ;)

parker snickers to herself as she replies, finding joy in teasing the other if only to see his reactions. she should have remembered that no matter how much she enjoyed messing with him, however, he was much better at the game than she was.

    [ sms: sponge ] WHAT????     [ sms: sponge ] IT’S NOT LINGERIE >:(     [ sms: sponge ] just let me surprise you, nasty. T^T

she lingers for a moment before tucking her phone away back into her pocket while she finishes her walk around her neighborhood. parker hadn’t noticed anything odd and had decided to make her way back to her apartment when her phone vibrated again, signaling her to a text. a smile tugs at her lips when she sees his name.

    [ sms: sponge ] sounds good. want to meet halfway?     [ sms: sponge ] ... are we drinking again too? i need to prepare if we are.

[sorcelleire]

🥀 for jisung from dabin 8)

xx // accepting

he’d seen enough death, remembered desolate cities ravaged by machines and their anguished screams. it was all very scattered, a cry for help here, a proclamation of his destruction there, but it all led to one very clear end. his partner standing there with a sword protruding from her core, the end stained red, haunted him most nights when he tried to sleep. death was a horrible, lonely thing. jisung still hadn’t managed to wrap his head around it. the thought of losing someone again drove jisung to stick to himself, the android finding comfort in books instead of the humans he was so desperate to learn about, but he still found himself itching for any sort of connection. his model, while meant to scan and learn information, was quite talkative. or maybe, that was just him. his partner had made it clear emotions were not allowed as they interfered with their mission, but he’d never learned. 

death, he’d come to learn, was inevitable. humans and androids alike could fall, but in most cases, androids could be reset. he knew a bit of his own past, was aware he was not his original model, but he didn’t remember the details of his own deaths. he chalked it up to missions gone awry, just as he assesed the situation before him. his pale blue eyes flicked from dabin’s face to the mangled mess of one of their arms, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gently placed his fingers on their face and gave their cheeks a couple of gentle taps.

“dabin? dabin, please wake up.” no response. he expected that, but he’d never had to reset an android himself. jisung only had a general idea of how to do it having seen it done many times on his old world, but it was a specialty job his model never performed. an exasperated sigh breaks free from his lips and with one hand he pushes the hair out of his eyes, his brows furrowing as he starts to search their body for whatever their supposed reset button may be. “okay, i’m going to reset you now. whenever i find out how. just uhhh, be patient with me, yeah, and i hope it doesn’t hurt.”

one mistake, and he could shut dabin off forever, that’s the only thought going through his head. rationally, he realizes, it’d be much harder to shut an android down. he fiddles around for a bit longer, nimble fingers reaching here and there, until he finally finds something he assumes he can reset them with. 

“alright, here goes.” 

silence. dabin doesn’t start up right away, but he knows that’s normal. seconds pass. jisung begins to worry, but he reminds himself even super computers take some time to boot up. another minute goes by and their eyes flutter open at which jisung lets out a sigh of relief and backs up to give them space.

“so, are you okay? does anything feel funny? did i mess anything up?” he realizes he’s rambling and quickly shuts himself up, his lips curling into a small frown. “how did you even end up like this in the first place? i know we’re not human but we can still die. i don’t want to be the only android here, you know.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...

🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

[sorcelleire]

"what did you just send me?" @ jisung

xx // accepting

they sit in the corner of a quiet library, jisung’s focus on the book on the table, the book slightly musty in scent. it comforted him. while the android was usually captivated by nonfiction, today he’d chosen a story he’d seen many times in his research of the human world, but so far he hadn’t seen the appeal. it would have been easier had he hacked into a database and simply downloaded the books he was interested in for instant knowledge, but he found a simple pleasure in reading. he allowed himself to slip into the world of the book, if only for eight hundred pages, so he didn’t have to think about his own curious existence in this world.

“hmm?” he drawls, just barely peeking up to glance at the woman across from him. “oh, that.” he sits up then, leaning back in his chair, his head slightly tilting as platinum hair cascades into his face. he doesn’t bother brushing it aside, he doesn’t need to use his eyes to guess sieun wasn’t particularly happy with him. it seemed she never was.

“just something you can write about.” he says matter of factly, as though it is the most obvious thing in the world. maybe for an android it would be, but humans needn’t spend their time writing about murders and wars that happened hundreds of years ago unless they held a very specific interest or job. he concluded, by her disinterest, she was not that person. jisung had a fascination with wars, with all things that stemmed from hatred, but he blamed that on two machines he could vaguely remember clashing with. he didn’t remember their names, but he remembered their red eyes and the guttural noises they’d made when they’d fallen. 

it was hard to forget death.

“listen, if you don’t like it, i can find something else. or, maybe, i’m not the write person for the job.” in reality, he didn’t have a job, but he’d self appointed himself as sieun’s assistant. that just meant he’d send her things to write about and maybe grab her a coffee here and there, jisung was a wealth of knowledge and a portable super computer, after all, he had to offer his services somehow or he’d lose his mind. perhaps he already had.

his attention turns back to his book where he dog ears the page and shuts it with a thump, a small sigh escaping him. his blue eyes catch hers once more.

“i can find information on anything you want, sieun, just tell me and i’ll find a book or a website. you know i can.”

[sorcelleire]

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “ @parkARR

xx // accepting

things had happened so quickly. she’d heard of her family’s palace being taken over, her adoptive parents subdued by the same forces after her. parker had known it was bound to happen, that the attack was meant to draw her back to her home and where she’d easily be captured, but she was steadfast in her mission to rid the world of the dastardly stone tucked away into one of her endless pockets. <

she hasn’t told kyungjae of the news, doesn’t know if she should. every time she thinks of her home she sees red. a red sky, a red river, castle floors stained with red, red throats, red gazes, red. she holds her head in her hands, a silent scream escaping her as she curls in on herself, but then she rises. she reminds herself she can’t give kyungjae any reason to doubt her strength, he’d nearly left her behind before, but she’d refused to listen and what had transpired next was nothing short of abnormal.

back in her home, parker had been so busy with royal duties and her own side hobbies that she’d never paid much attention to men. her parents had always told her inevitably she’d have to settle, that as a member of the royal family it was only natural,  but she’d never considered herself to be truly a part of the heads of the country, merely an outsider who’d been brought in. parker had heard the whispers on the streets about her, had listened to the sneers and nasty rumors. she told herself she didn’t care what others thought, but deep down, they chipped away at her heart. unlike others in her world, her ability to manipulate blood made her an anomaly, something akin to a monster.

she finds herself on the balcony of the hotel they’d purchased a few nights at, and she leans on the railing, her arms hanging off and her hair gently drifting in the breeze. the bags under her eyes are much more obvious in the morning sunlight and when she hears the door click signaling kyungjae’s return she sighs to herself and turns her head slightly to gaze at him from outside. parker wants to keep her own secrets, but she finds them always tumbling out once she’s with him, and she imagines with what had transpired a few nights ago they’d slip out more frequently. he made her feel safe. 

“hey.” she greets when he finally joins her on the balcony, her hand rising in a short wave, her fingertips black from when she’d used the stone most recently, the ends of the black slowly dissipating away. she expects many things from kyungjae, a hello back, a question of whether or not she slept okay, but she doesn’t expect what comes out of his mouth next.

in a moment her relaxed facade is shattered and she knows her cheeks are probably dusted a gentle pink. she turns to face him with wide eyes, one hand still resting on the balcony reeling as if to steel herself, her knuckles turning white.

“i— what? what does that have to do with anything?” but it has to do with everything. they’d kissed, they’d crossed a boundary but parker wasn’t sure herself what to call it nor who’d toed the line first. she’d been more than a willing partner in their exchange but it was all new to her. it was strange.

“no i’m not dating anyone. i wouldn’t have— we wouldn’t have. well, y’know.” she can’t quite meet his gaze, her cheeks now burning a bright red. her free hand fiddles with her clothing, anything to keep it occupied. a breeze picks up, leaves that had landed on the deck swirling around them, a by product of her embarrassment and inability to calm herself down.

he’d see right through her.

[sorcelleire]

"you know, you're really cute." @ chiaki

xx // accepting

her eyes are glued to the phone she holds in her hand, carelessly scrolling through instagram by yeonmi’s request, her lips downturned in a slight frown. it’s not that seeing her friend’s photos didn’t bring her any sort of enjoyment, it was just that at her core, chiaki hated doing anything anyone asked of her, even if it was as simple as liking a few instagram pictures. yet, she relented, making sure to double tap all of her friend’s recent pictures.

“oh this one’s nice.” she comments, double tapping before closing the app and dropping her phone into her lap. she stretches her arms over her head and towards the ceiling, stretching herself out before settling back into the couch and eyeing the other. she notes her clothing, knows just how expensive it is, and smiles a bit to herself. really, the only reason they truly hung around each other is because they came from the same world.

well, sort of.

chiaki came from money, sure, but her daddy had cut her off four years prior and she’d had to find ways to continue her cushy lifestyle. it was natural to assume and easy for the girl to perpetuate the lie of living off her family’s wealth and so she did. she came off as an unassuming college student, stoic and quiet with a penchant for art, but her interest ran much deeper than that. at the core of the interest was money, simple as that.

when yeonmi speaks, chiaki can’t help but laugh a little bit, rolling her eyes. “you’re right i am, how do you think i get away with so much?” she offers the other a small grin, quirking a brow. “plus, i assume you do the same, yes? run around using daddy’s money and a pretty smile to get out of trouble, right? at least with that one guy you’re always mentioning... the blonde, is it?” a pause, she pulls out her phone again and goes to yeonmi’s follower list and manages to find him. she nearly grimaces at how bad his pictures are but manages to control herself.

“how are you two, anyway? i see he doesn’t have any pictures of you on his instagram. that’s a bit weird, don’t you think? i thought you two were friends.”

[sorcelleire]

fockbambi‌:

it’s only when you least expect it that your guardian angel finally decides to save your poor life. bambi was thrown over a toilet, head halfway through the bowl as sickness made its way out of his body. he felt horrible; headache, exhaustion, muscle soreness, nausea– heck, maybe this was it. like it it. his time had finally come, and he was about to succumb. nothing was holding him back, he just needed to let go. LET GO.

his phone, dug deep in his back pocket, vibrated. once, twice, thrice. and every time it’d just pull him back. he couldn’t let go, not yet ( unfortunately ).

bambi sat back up, death hanging on his face. he couldn’t die in a port-a-potty, not like this. with the blue neon light buzzing above him, a music festival’s worth of body juices down the shit hole, and there he was, like a diamond in the rough, with his pink heart-shaped glasses and his bedazzled punk leather jacket and his pink shorts and his sandals over his mid-calf length white socks. if he was to die, it would have to be in his jacuzzi, or maybe strangled to death by some secret royalty lover, inside a mansion that cost as much as it does to save a whole country.

not in this faded green port-a-potty while terrible rock music boomed not too far away. bambi didn’t perform that night.

he finally took a glance at his phone, minutes into trying to unlock it. the AI couldn’t recognize his face– and he doesn’t blame it, he was looking absolutely shit-faced ( more so than usual ). it took him an additional few minutes to recognize the number.

[ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] singing rigt now [ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] wwat sun [ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] ??????!????????????? [ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] ok [ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] u promise me brade pitt [ sms: 🌸🎀💕 ] 👿

how much he hated texting. fingers always too heavy to type proper words, but at least he could lie comfortably. it took him around thirty minutes to leave the filthy cubicle, and he only did so because someone kept banging on the door. no more loud noises, please, for the love of god. his manager, too angry at him to drive him home, bambi took a cab and brought along whatever belongings he could remember; a bag full of socks, box with cheap makeup, and heeled shoes– the type strippers wear– bold, valentine-red high heels.

but for some reason, as he approached his front door after paying the driver and waving him goodbye, bambi was wearing a black satin robe instead of his punk jacket, and wasn’t carrying a single thing in his hands. 

he opened his door and instantly froze at the sight of the girl. was he dreaming? no one could look that good in pink, not even pretty girls. huh. “ are you high? ” those red eyes had to be a weird side-effect of some drug. “ w-what chocolate? me, i’m the chocolate. “ bambi didn’t even realize what his response was; it was almost automated, the way he’d try to flirt with everything that moved.

he walked past her, although his eyes never left hers, until he crashed onto his couch. a long groan left his throat and filled the silence. “ your wings. “ he started, voice muffled by the couch, “ can i borrow them for a show? “ he didn’t even look up at her. “ are you not high? “ he asked again, as if her eyes were freakier than her wings.

“ i’m tired, no more dates please. “ and it’s like he knew all along who she was.

she’s almost given up on bambi ever returning, almost, but then her phone finally dings.

      [ sms: bambi ] ur singing?????       [ sms: bambi ] the sun in the sky? are u okay? pls tell me ur okay       [ sms: bambi ] he’s out of ur league

his texts meant that he was at least alive, something she found herself fretting about more than she had with any other human prior. in the simplest terms, bambi was a mess through and through, but somewhere along the way sooyoung had gotten attached enough to consider him a friend of sorts. she told herself that’s why she wanted him to get a date so badly, not her own pride, nor was it the beginnings of any other sort of attachment. 

when he finally opened the door and walked inside, sooyoung nearly pounced on him out of sheer irritation, but chose instead to grumble to herself on the couch, her legs crossed. she briefly noted his choice of clothing and wondered if he’d been out fooling around which absolutely defeated her whole purpose in trying to find him a date in the first place but chose to bite her lip instead of speaking up about it. freedom of choice and all that good stuff, they’d been warned at the academy that their job wasn’t always going to be as simple as set two people up and they’d be in love though it always seemed like her fellow cupids had that sort of luck. stupid cupids that were too good at their job and making her look bad, still, if she landed bambi a date, certainly they’d have to give her an award. fourteen failed dates was surely a new record.

“i swear on my job i’m not high.” sooyoung snickers a bit behind her hand, quickly catching on to the fact her friend had had a bit too much to drink. nothing new, she was used to it at this point. “mm, i don’t think you’d be very tasty. then again, vampires think your blood taste good, so who am i to say?” she shrugs then, her eyes only leaving his once he’s flopped into the couch. 

“unfortunately, i can’t exactly remove them. see, you’d have to rip them out of my skin and that would be very, very painful and i’d cry a lot and you don’t want me to cry. i hear i’m annoying crier, at least that’s what my friends have told me.” the pink haired girl nearly laughs again, and decides then to morph into her human form to avoid any more questioning. she leans into the couch as well, flicking him on the forehead and frowning. “don’t you ever think you drink a little too much?” she sighs then and rolls so her back and buried into the cushions again, pulling out her phone.

“you sure? i found you a really pretty girl for next time, wanna see?”

[dovingmemes]

random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

[sorcelleire]

@sorcelleire  [ to : parker ] ( a. ),

( 📱 text ) : why that wink face?!

( 📱 text ) : i’m curious now. give me a better hint.

( 📱 text ) : still in the middle of my shift, you will regret making me suffer

it’s your turn.  a colleague hisses towards his direction, leaning casually against the counter. gather the meerkats.  of all the places he could have been  forced to work at, why has his mentor decided to put him into a pet cafe?!

nothing will make kyungjae  t h r o w   a w a y  his pride  ─  not even such a job. if this is supposed to be  a lesson,  it’s definitely fruitless. before kyung steps forward, he recalls excited  EMBERS  glowing to life in her eyes, when she looks at him  &  he swears  in this moment  he feels a little less on edge.

            [ sms: sponge ] isn't it commonplace to send a winky face when you're teasing?       [ sms: sponge ] unless you're expecting something else? i'll have you know, that unlike you, i am a pure minded individual       [ sms: sponge ] anyway, the one hint you're getting is that it's red and pretty!

parker mentally chastises herself for getting even remotely excited by his response, but she's found that lately she can't help it around the other. never before had another being, supernatural or otherwise, filled her with such joy. it was almost enough to make herself forget she was in danger at times.

at that thought she sighs, adjusting her coat around herself and making sure once more she has a knife tucked into one of the many pockets in the enchanted garment. once she was sure she was good to go, she tucked her phone away as well and made her way out of her small apartment to scout around the city once again.

[sorcelleire]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— you fell asleep on me last night! you owe me now @parker DUH

[ sms: sponge ] i owe you NOTHING[ sms: sponge ] you're the one that insisted we go out for drinks to 'take a load off' knowing well what happened last time[ sms: sponge ] even so, i'm sorry for running off before you woke, that was rude of me

the magic user hesitates, remembering waking up on top of the vampire and immediately scrambling off of him, her face bright red. she had quickly adjusted her clothing, grabbed her stuff, and made a mad dash to an alley to she could quickly warp to her own home.

why did she feel so weird around him?

with a huff she gets back to typing.

[ sms: sponge ] whatever, what do i owe you[ sms: sponge ] i'll do whatever you want so long as you never tell anybody what a lightweight i am[ sms: sponge ] can't let my enemies know my one weakness, right?

[sorcelleire]

eterneli·:

@sorcelleire (x)

there is dried blood coating nimble fingers as he wraps the last layer of bandages around the younger’s thigh, reaching for a medical tape on the coffee table to the right in order to secure the material in place. baekhyun has lost count of how many times they repeated this same routine by now, from the bloodied boy at his doorsteps to the stains on his couch and leftover pieces of fabric from some curative gauze. it is a procedure he repeated innumerable times by himself, during his own immortal days.

and it is perhaps why he took a liking for this one. abandoned, bleeding and petrified by the side of some road. fresh meat, he could tell back then. a much too familiar reflection of his younger days, a homerun that hit close to home. how could he not offer aid? better than to allow them to become another faceless name on his hit-list. too young, too innocent.

a sigh falls from rosier lips as the pianist begins gathering the objects to neatly tuck them away into a first-aid black box, reaching for the wet cloth set aside to wipe his hands clean of any remnants of blood that might have crept underneath his nails. ”don’t apologize. you are not yet trained enough. accidents are normal.” only then does he turn his attention to the boy once again, rising from his seat so he may set a couple of cushions in a stack before carefully hooking dexterous fingers underneath the younger’s knees to rest the injured leg on top of it.

“try not to move much and keep your leg elevated, like this. i’ll go fetch you some blood bags. it should aid the healing process.” he halts before the latter, reaching to ruffle the disheveled locks for a brief moment before stepping away and into the kitchen. it takes only a minute or so before he returns with a set of blood bags in hand, the caps, which resemble straws, popped open before he sets them on the other’s lap.

everything is pretty standard, nothing they haven’t done before. the only difference is that baekhyun doesn’t rely on the association’s protection any longer, which means that he may no longer keep jisoo’s name off any other hunter’s list. slip up are absolutely condemning and something they cannot afford. why he even cares in the first place? that is not something he is willing to admit to himself just yet.

he takes a seat on the opposite couch from the latter, fingers threading through silver locks with a click of his tongue echoing through the mostly empty living room, save for them and haru resting at his feet. hazel hues are trained on the boy, squinting through the dimly lit accommodation with a frown between his brows. 

“once you’re done with those i need you to tell me what happened. in details.”

(so i can clean up this mess.)

if not for baekhyun, jisoo was sure he’d be dead. if not a mangled, bloodied mess left in the corner of some dark alley, perhaps in a lab somewhere, his body used as a vessel for experimentation. besides death, jisoo wasn’t sure what terrors lie in wait for him, but death itself was enough to scare him, though clearly not frightened enough to not carelessly make the same mistakes time and time again. the young vampire put off eating as long as he could, ever since his eyes met with the monster in the window, eyes red as blood and scarlet coating his chin, he couldn’t bring himself to face what he’d become. still, he wasn’t ready to perish, but in the end, his instincts were what drew him out to feed, the hunger nearly driving him mad until all he could think of was sinking his teeth into something, anything and so he had set out to do just that.

“okay.” he mumbles quietly in response, dark eyes looking at his leg before he follows the other with his eyes, grimacing at the blood bags. while it’s better than hurting any innocent bystander on the street, he still despised the fact he had to drink blood in the first place. jisoo hesitates before picking one up and beginning to feed, and despite his initial reluctance he finds himself gulping it down until the bad crumples, empty. the vampire nearly gasps as he realizes what he’s done, carefully setting it down beside him, but feels revitalized nonetheless. still, he’s quick to pick up the second bag and lead it to the same fate, this time dropping it carelessly to his side, running a hand through his hair irritated at his inability to control his hunger. 

“right.” he replies, wiping the back of his hand across his chin expecting there to be blood as he couldn’t help but be messy when he had so little control over himself, but he’s surprised there’s only a thin line residing there. it must’ve been the straws, he’d have to ask baekhyun about those at some point.

“i’m- well, i’m not entirely sure what happened. i got hungry, very hungry, and i guess i left my apartment. most of it’s blurry, it was dark out, but i was coherent enough to try and find someone solitary so i wouldn’t draw attention to myself.” he pauses, fingers curling hard into his palms as he remembers stalking the streets, feverish, most people had probably assumed he was on something, not a monster stalking his prey. “i had just found a suitable choice, a man, i think, he was alone. he wore black, i didn’t see his face, didn’t care to, i just- i lunged and next thing i know i was in pain. a lot of it, i don’t know, maybe he pulled a knife out or-” 

he swallows hard, looking down at his lap, angry he’s unable to provide the other with more information. he knows baekhyun is one for details, but jisoo was unable to remember much more, whether that was because of his fear or his hunger he wasn’t sure, but something strange had certainly happened in that alley. jisoo looks back at baekhyun with a small frown, brows furrowed.

“the wound was weird though, right? too big to be a knife, it almost looks like something bit me right? i don’t know, i don’t have any experience with any of this i- i just want to be human again, please.”

[sorcelleire]

🍿👅 ... \(￣︶￣*\))

xx / accepting

it wasn’t often parker managed to convince kyungjae to visit her, unless it was for the specific reason of searching out the magic-user or parker’s own selfish goal to destroy the black stone she always held within her enchanted coat. yet, here they sat, a comfortable distance between each other on her bed while a movie plays quietly on the tv. an almost forgotten bowl filled with popcorn sits between them, parker only grabbing a piece every once in a while. her room was small, a studio apartment large enough to house a reasonably sized bed, a table holding her tv and various belongings, a dresser filled with clothes and many more things she’d collected that she’d yet to return to her home in the castle, and finally a closet housing the rest of her clothes, though there weren’t many. on the other end of the apartment sat a miniscule kitchen and the door that led to her even smaller bathroom. the living conditions weren’t ideal, but they were enough for the time being. parker knew well enough that once everything blew over, she’d be able to return to her true home and no longer have to worry about scrounging up rent once a month.

in this instance, she’s more shocked he’d agreed to visit her at her own apartment considering the luxury he resided in. hers nowhere near compared, but perhaps he had nothing better to do than watch a crime documentary with her. why was that the choice of the night? even she didn’t know, a random selection, the background noise meaningless as she turns to face him.

“hey, kyungjae, how often do you have to feed?” it didn’t take long for her to piece the bits of information she’d obtained together to deduce he was no normal human, and while vampires did not reside in her homeworld, they held a creature somewhat similar and parker had always been told to fear them. still, she found no reason to fear the other, he’d made no attempts to steal her blood nor injure her, and so far their relationship had become one of the few she cherished in this world. parker assumed that kyungjae only spent time with her because of the task at hand, but she’d come to consider him a friend and genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, even if he was a bit of a grump at times.

“hellooooo, earth to kyungjae?” she waits a few moments, her brows furrowing when she doesn’t get a response, and then she hatches a plan. she reaches her hand into the popcorn bowl she’d sat between them, the pieces rustling, before she tosses a sizeable amount in his direction, snickering all the while. the other is quick to turn and parker can’t help but laugh at the incredulous look on his face, her nose scrunching up as she sticks her tongue out at him. “that’s what you get for not answering me. what, do you like this movie or something? we can turn it up if you really want.”

[littlesoundscapes]

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you enter a cathedral–huge, with marble floors and towering stained glass windows–and you hear this song drifting through the chilly air. the only other sound is your footsteps on the marble as you get closer and closer to the source of the music

[sorcelleire]

👀 @ soo LET'S GO

xx / accepting

many months have led up to this moment, months filled with conflicting emotions and the everlasting dread that came when the pit of her stomach bubbled with fluttering butterflies every time she laid her eyes on him.

rule number one. no cupid, under any circumstances, may fall in love.

yet, here she was, potentially going down that past herself. she’d seen the romance movies, had been mesmerized by the way the actors would look at each other with adoration in their eyes, and she wondered if she was beginning to look the same. sooyoung nearly grumbles to herself at the thought, eyeing bambi from the corner of her eye and frowning at her own stupidity. how had this human, of all of them on planet earth, managed to capture her affection. she wasn’t sure, and at this point, she denied it was another more than platonic love, as even then she’d never had a male companion she trusted as fully as he.

then again, sooyoung was not good at admitting to her own faults, and this could surely count as one of them.

“hey, your date should be here soon.” sooyoung turns fully to face him as she speaks, black hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves over the top of her dress. she’d dressed nice for the occasion, to fit in with the somewhat nicer restaurant she’d set up for him and the woman she’d be pairing him with this time, though in her mind she knew he’d probably mess it up again (secretly, she wills him to). this way, she can blend in somewhere in the background with her own “date” and watch to see where exactly he kept going wrong. despite her own potential feelings and the way jealously would ignite a fire in her eyes when she saw him with someone else, she still had a job to perform and she would try her best to do just that.

 “she’s really pretty, into your sort of music, smart too.” she smiles then, looking out towards the crowd to see if the woman had already been seated, but there was no sign of her yet. there in the corner, however, sat her own date, waiting patiently for her arrival. sooyoung had only called upon him to see if she could dilute her own feelings, foolishly believing that if she met with a different attractive man she’d be able to cash her overwhelming crush aside and come to the conclusion it was nothing more than friendly adoration after all. “she should be here shortly, her name is minhee.” she hands him a picture then, eyeing her own date. “my date is here already and i don’t really want to keep him waiting, so.” she takes one step away, then two, almost stumbling in her heels but it’s then bambi’s warm hand clasps her own and she turns to look at him with wide eyes for a moment, her face softening at his grin. oh, how she hated his grin.

‘i think you maybe had a bit too much chocolate, i didn’t want you to fall.’

she nods, unable to form words for a moment, her eyes focused on how his hand encompasses her own. sooyoung holds on for a few moments to long before shaking it free, laughing an awkward laugh and offering him a smile and a slight bow. 

“thanks, wouldn’t want to embarrass myself on a first date, huh?” she hesitates, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth that had enveloped her by such a simple gesture once more, but instead turns on her heel and begins walking towards her own date. about halfway across the restaurant, she turns to offer him an excited thumbs up, paired with a smile and all, but as she turns her smile drops into something much smaller as she greets her company for the night.

she was well on her way to breaking rule one, and the cupid almost didn’t care.