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[yeolvrus-blog]

【Wu Yifan && Park Chanyeol 】

@dvizng​

❚ ❚ ❚ Chanyeol peered down at his phone absentmindedly, his eyes fixing on the dark screen as he milled over what he was about to do. It would be a lie if he didn’t admit to thinking about the former members anytime he thought of EXO. It would be a lie if he didn’t considered, even for a split second,to follow suit. The group just didn’t seem whole anymore it was a constant reminder of the times before when nine was twelve. He let out a soft huff of a chuckle as he unlocked his phone and found the contact he was looking for. How long had it been? Would the other male even consider answering him? Chanyeol scratched his cheek as he thought quietly , his eyes shifting from side to side as they usually did when he weighed his options. 

❚ ❚ ❚ He felt like something was missing, especially with their new comeback. Yes, with the lower number of members there were more opportunities for himself but somehow that just wasn’t enough. Yeol would often call himself greedy for wanting a complete unit and more parts in the music itself and perhaps that’s what drove him to what he was doing now. He pressed his lips together as he tapped a former member’s number and took a nostalgic sigh while scrolling through his messages. It used to be so frequent but now there were large gaps of time where he wasn’t sure what had become of Yifan though he saw the man in movies and ads alike. Chanyeol often found himself wondering how Luhan, Tao and Yifan were and if they had eaten or laughed that day. He hummed quietly before his fingers began to move.

 [ sms to talldragon ] : are you alive?  

❚ ❚ ❚ Chanyeol sent the message before laughing to himself, what if this wasnt his number anymore? What if he didn’t remember him? His brows knitted and he frowned, mild anxiety causing him to shake his foot slightly. He tucked his phone away and stood while stretching before taking slow strides to the practice floor.

[yeolvrus-blog]

【Minatozaki Sana && Park Chanyeol  】

@insan4d

❚ ❚ ❚ “You’re still off on one step so it makes everything else come too early.” Chanyeol extended a thin finger to the woman as if to tell her to hold on as he stood from his seat and tapped on his phone simultaneously,opening the video application.He then stood behind her and lowered his head to watch the video he took moments before. " See" He flashed a devious grin." I suppose we'll have to do it again." he chuckled and placed his palm on the top of the shorter's head. " and again...and again.." he teased as he took strides back to his position and plopped down silently." and again" he smiled wide, hitting the play button and clapping ." Oh and if you keep spinning like that you'll break your ankles." He rose his phone once again to video, wanting to show the woman all of what she was actually doing with her body verses what she thought she was doing and also in part because he worried that someone so clumsy would somehow mess herself up if she practiced by herself. " Where...is the rest of twice ?" He asked, realizing  he hadn't really asked her.

❚ ❚ ❚ Chanyeol recalled walking into the JYP practice grounds. People looked at him weird, especially since he was apart of a rival company. Despite the odd looks, he found himself bowing politely to older onlookers. He wasn't wearing anything odd ; his white shirt laid wrinkle free against his form, disappearing into dark jeans. His shoes were simple all black Jordans and his hair was causally tucked under a black snap back to match. He yawned, following the instructions he was given after receiving his visitor pass. " third...floor" he murmured to himself, tapping at his thighs causally to give hims footstep a beat. He pressed the call button for the elevator before hearing odd sounds and glancing over his shoulder. He spotted the younger woman. " Sana..?" he turned on his heels. The set up wasn’t too troubling, his found the Bluetooth rather quickly and played the requested song as they usually did with his own rehearsals.

❚ ❚ ❚ He slumped in the chair, his eyes finding their way to the clock on his phone." Three hours.." he made a face, if Twice was supposed to meet then they truly were late. " I'm hungry.." he murmured quietly as the song stopped and the video was ended. “ Let’s look at how you did..” he stood once again , walking to the woman and handing her his phone

[8anatos-blog]

bagofmiracles:

Drake had been fighting a demon, though it had turned out to be a little stronger then himself. That in turn had caused Drake to end up using his demon form, even though he hadn’t meant to at the time. Drake did not yet fully understand or used his demon form all that much, so he didn’t have all that much control over it. So when he ever di end up using his demon form, he would often faint once he had changed back to his human form.

Though in his demon form, he had managed to defeat the demon he had been fighting. It was after that, that his demon form had gone to Baal’s place, as if he had been drawn there, through some unknown reason at the time. It was after he had reached the front of Baal’s place, that Drake reverted back to his human form before fainting there on the spot.

When Drake finally did begin to wake up, he was a little confused as to why he was staring up at a ceiling, rather than waking up to see the sky like he normally did. Even though he was still tired, he still managed to sit up alittle, from where he had been laying down. Though seeing where he was, only made all the more confused on where he was.

   Baal himself was unaware of the fight that had resulted in the injury of the male now laying on the floor before him. Though saddened by the sight, he’d moved him as carefully as he could so to be able to tend to him in a place more suited to his needs (that was, preferably, a little less public). It wasn’t long before he realised that his wounds weren’t fatal and, with a sigh of relief, he went about patching him up. The plan was to allow for him to rest for as long necessary. When he woke, he would ask him what had happened. 

   Several hours after the incident, Baal entered the room to check up on him. A jug of water was balanced in one hand and a glass was held in the other. He had planned on leaving it there for him so he could reach for it when he woke. His patient had beat him to it, however, and when he turned to leave he noted that his eyes were now open. 

    “Lay back down,” said Baal in a gentle but firm tone. “You’re safe, but your body needs the rest.” Taking a step toward him, he pressed his hands against his shoulders so to ease him back down. “My name’s Baal,” he told him. “I found you unconscious a little while ago”.

[8anatos-blog]

❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜

   “Long day?” chuckled Baal. He could tell she was stressed, but was uncertain as to why. She may have been there for a drink, sure, but he was always this friendly. Caring came naturally - which was the one thing he was reluctant to admit - and it went without saying that from the moment one stepped into his bar it was his duty to take care of them. Whether this be through providing his services as a bartender or simply asking them how their day went, he was there just the same. Heaven knows, he’d befriended quite a few of his customers. His reward? They came back.     “Would a Vodka and Red Bull do the trick?” he asked her. 

[8anatos-blog]

❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜

   “If you were to ask me,” said Baal, “I’d say there’s no reason for you to regret it. Some may come to dislike you for what you say, but it’s impossible to get along with everyone, don’t you think?” He paused. “I happen to find it quite... endearing.”     Turning himself around, he’d help himself to one of the glasses behind him. The bar wasn’t open yet but, having met Skinny not long ago, he’d made a point of inviting him in.     “Do you want a drink? It’s on me,” he told him.

[8anatos-blog]

"What's today's special?"

   “The Bloody Mary,” said Baal. “In terms of food, it’s the fried pork burger”.     He passed her a menu as he said this, wanting to let her look for herself. The drinks available (or at least the ones preferred) could be found written on a board on the wall behind him. From soft drinks to shots with high levels of alcohol, nothing was off-limits.   “Well?” he asked, “What takes your fancy?”