#;sos

[rkxayah]

☆☆SOS

to: @rkjkook

"Why did we ever agree to this mess?" Eunae mouthed to Jeongguk who was sitting right across from her, stuck between two very clingy - and clearly idiotic - girls. As for her own neighbor, well... to put it as politely as possible, he annoyed the heck out of her, talking endlessly about some old parakeet he had as a kid and how its death messed him up. He was right about that last part, that young man had some serious issues he should probably be dealing with instead of being at this ridiculous group date.

The idea did not seem so bad at first. Eunae wasn't dying to date anyone. She could barely handle herself so she doubted that anyone else would be willing to put up with her on a daily basis. Still, someone from their soccer 'squad' had suggested this and she thought it would be fun to try it and see what type of people would attend.

Now that she actually had to deal with these people, her stance changed completely. She was dying to get out of there and had found a friend in Jeongguk. After about an hour of exchanging distressed signals, Eunae suggested that everyone switched places so they would could talk to new people. This was how she practically tackled one girl to get to Jeongguk before anyone else. At this point, even if someone noticed she would not have backed out of this. She needed a change of scenery before she committed a crime against the parakeet guy.

Eunae let out a long sigh. as she sat down next to him. "God, I was about to shove my napkin into that guy's mouth. Any murderous thoughts on your side?" She chuckled. “I thought you’d like it though. Two girls almost glued to your sides... dream come true much?”

[flamesandgraffiti]

delsinr replied to your post:Are you a shark? Cuz' I've got some swimmers for you to swallow~

You’re wrong.

"Then fuck me."

Raises both brows.

[flamesandgraffiti]

❖ //raucous laughter

He wanted to give him a lame kiss. But, he couldn't do that.

Instead, he raises his hands, cups both sides of his clone's head and leans in to give him a smooch. A hard one. At first, he's trying to settle with just a rough simple kiss that involved barely any movement with his mouth. But, the more he moved his lips against the others, the more rough it got, up until the point he grasped the others lower lip between his teeth. He gives it a small tug, even sucking slightly on it, the tip of his tongue skimming across the skin just barely.

Finally, he pulls back, taking a deep breath.

"There. Now scram."

[flamesandgraffiti]

WARNING! BLOOD. VIOLENCE.

Kill Your Hero Double

There were fingers in his hair, a pain in the middle of his chest, the smell of burnt flesh... Brown eyes glaring into his own. His knees almost buckled at the searing feeling inside, the feeling of fingers twitching inside his ribcage, the taste of blood. His signature furrow of his brows, the small wrinkles along his forehead, an indent around where is brows met all showed how clear his confusion was. The confusion at the betrayal.

They were supposed to be a pair, weren't they-- Didn't they like each other-- Didn't the one he so affectionately insulted adore him back?

As if his mind was being read, there was a cock of his killer's head, almost silently asking how he didn't understand why this was happening. A sadistic gesture in it's own way. Fingers twisted in insides that were trying to heal around his hand, making the Hero cry out in agony, his whole body tensing and making it so much worse as he felt flesh burn all over again. Tears at this point were spilling from his eyes as he took ragged gasps for air, as if it would help the feeling of a hole being freshly burned and opened all over again. Those fingers combed through his hair once more, and there it was.

A faint mumbling accompanied by a small shushing noise at the beginning, “Baby, don't cry. No need to worry...”

Spluttering in metallic tasting liquid which dripped down his chin, across his white hoodie, permanently staining it, “Why?” is all he can croak out.

The hand, much less coated in blood hovers in the upper part of his sight for a second before it raises, slides along his hair and settles on the back of his head, cupping it almost affectionately. That matching face of his pulls a look he never could—a face of pure disaster just waiting to happen. One that could only spell horror. That grin of his alone is something alone that could make him throw up if it wasn't for the fact his organs had a hole burned through them now more than likely, and maybe, if lucky, it'll pass on to nightmares. Considering one thing--

“Don't you know? Everybody dies. Even heroes.”

Those are the last words he hears from the man he'd come to adore, and the widening of his eyes in horror is the last movement his body makes other than tensing up and slowly slumping with a single movement. Other than the movement of the other drawing his fingers away from a burned heart, abused insides, the corpse of what was once his living breathing doppelganger.  

[flamesandgraffiti]

Two Boys, Both Stupid

It was supposed to be a lazy afternoon on the couch, but of course, that was paused when his apartment was broken into by his look alike. At first, he'd say it was actually pretty calm. It stayed that way until the guy had disagreed with what to watch. He'd almost ended up cracking him upside the head with the remote when he reached out to steal it, leaning away.

Denying him the device ended in a struggle, the two kicking and pushing at each other as they tried to grab it. Eventually, the remote was dropped, and instead, it was just the two boys-- correction, men, wrestling like two children on the floor after falling off the couch. Each movement got more and more rough the longer it lasted, the two Conduits even resorting to burning each other, or trying to. It kept going until the better of the pair was actually punched in the eye. The fight concluded once the noise of pain was drawn out from the Hero male, the two sitting up and leaning against the lower part of the couch, and partially against each other.

Clearly the Infamous of the pair didn't get good enough of a spot to settle, instead sliding slowly from his spot until the point his head managed to get wedged partially between the space between his partner in crime's head and shoulder. At first, his pillow tensed up slightly, sending his head a glance from the corner of his eyes. Once he relaxed, he leaned his head back against the devil of a clone's, sighing contently. A few minutes passed, and finally, he shifted, sitting up a bit more before pulling his guest over slightly so he rested on his now crossed legs, ignoring any bit of argument that could possibly come from him. He didn't think twice as he leaned in towards him, pressing his knees up slightly so the male was a little higher.

There might have been a smug look passed his way-- he wasn't sure. He wasn't paying attention the second his lips pressed against the others forehead. Pulling back right after, he leaned up, not expecting the other to actually sit up and follow him. Instead of letting the more chaotic one do as he pleased, he grabbed onto him, and tugged him close, resting their foreheads together.

A simple grin, he looks directly into matching eyes, “Can we just sit like this for awhile?”

[flamesandgraffiti]

I want the K.

7: Romantic Kiss

It wasn’t exactly clear how he even ended up agreeing to mess with soldiers late at night, but before he knew it he busted a few upside the head and spray painted along their masks. With the company of a little shit of a clone. Running from soldiers, every once in awhile blasting at them, the better of the pair subduing them, unlike the other half, who actually killed a few.

That was earlier, however.

At the very moment, they were sitting on the space needle, the last place he actually expected to go for awhile. Looking around, he grins at all of the lights around them, shifting and accidentally bumping shoulders with his match, though it seemingly went unnoticed by the other. His eyes explore the night sight of their surroundings, eventually trailing back to the male at his side. Delsin has to remind himself to take slow breaths for a moment, though he’s unsure why.

And that’s when he loses himself in thoughts.

About his doppelganger of all people. To be honest, he had to admit he, himself, was pretty attractive. The other’s personality didn’t even come close to ruining that for him. In fact, it made him more attractive. Even with his rudeness, the danger of being around him, how much of opposites they were, and the hint of blood along his scent… His presence was thrilling.

He loved having him around.

Without thinking, he shifted and moved a bit closer until the side of their legs were bumping together, his hand resting on the others thigh for a few seconds before he pulled it away. Taking a deep breath, Delsin shifted, moving away a bit once more. The separation didn’t last long when he leaned in from his spot instead, using one of his hands to turn the others head, and he didn’t care about the expression he could be making. Instead, he moved in closer, pressing their lips together and slowly moving his own against his copy’s. 

It was odd. But it felt great. Even the slightest bit like fireworks exploding if he had to describe it all cheesy.