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[novayu-moved]

I want the K

08: Eyelid Kiss

                       Lightly scratching the back of her head, Yuri looked towards the other and laughed softly. "So I didn't think an eyelid kiss was a thing that people did... It sounds pretty weird." She shrugged and carefully took hold of the female's head, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to her eyelid, careful not to hurt her eye. "There you go, have fun with that."

[minusregina]

"I’m in love with you."

Send "I’m in love with you." to see how my muse reacts.

If God wanted to give her a heart attack, it would be in the form of her past kidnapper coming up to her in the middle of the afternoon rush hour crowd in Hongdae. She did not appreciate it, nor did she particularly want to have any close calls with death. But the sudden voice made her jump. "Merde," she breathed, turning around and clutching her heart, and becoming even more surprised to see who it was. "What the --?!"

And, as it turned out, the woman had earphones stuck in her ear, and she appeared to be mumbling along softly to the lyrics. "For fuck's sake." Although she should have been afraid of being attacked, there was little chance that the other female would engage in any scuffle (at least, she hoped that this was the case), so she harshly tugged the earphones down until they dislodged from her ear. "Hey. Don't scare me like that. Fuck, man, I'm too pretty to die."

[magicstal-blog]

"Kiss me."

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Huh?" She blurts out, caught off guard by the request. "Why—-" The magician blinks in slight confusion. A few seconds, Krystal just shrugs her shoulders, not really seeing a problem with it and gives the other a peck on the cheek. "Also, you can kiss my pet duck if you want—"

[vendetta-directory-blog]

Ｐｌｅａｓｅ Ｆｏｌｌｏｗ

AJ Liu

[dominaetyler]

[ favours for interested parties . ] | y&aj

       Point is, AJ knew very well whom her eyes lay on. Lee Yolanda, a figure incredulously popular within’ the information ratting business, under the innocent, holy veil of a nun. She had heard word of her, yet was unsure of her whereabouts. Nevertheless, she determined that her service would be beneficial to her contract killings.

      Her client had given her the vaguest information; which honestly had made her want to wrap the fingers of her rugged hands around the speaker’s neck, and squeeze into their suffocation, ‘till they heave their last, desperate breath. But she couldn’t, since the amount of stacks the client was willing to give meant jackpot.

      Problem is, the location of the person on her death list was unknown. To her client, and to her. Though she preferred independence over teamwork, to get this kill done, she needed someone who could give her that information.

      In the end, AJ had found Yolanda. From the description of her appearance, and the give away cross inked permanently onto her flesh, she had found her target. The second she spotted her walk through the club’s doors (the club in which AJ was a bodyguard), she grabbed the girl by the wrist, and to ensure that she wouldn’t wriggle out of this, pinned her up against the wall; forearm forced at her chest, keeping her lodged in place.

        ”I need you to do me a favour—”

           Words were spoken, but she got abruptly cut off by Yolanda’s sneering line.

        ”Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

         Clearly, such a retort was barked in reference to Yolanda not up for the idea of business, seeing as she was going to be out of the club sooner or later; vanishing from AJ’s sight. Problem is (and metaphorically speaking), the fish has been caught in the net, and AJ wasn’t going to give it liberation.

         Eyes narrowed into a glare, hoping to bore through the girl’s own hues, left her uttering through gritted teeth in a state of annoyance; almost triggering a cautioning snarl on her face. The tone of her voice alone screamed hazard.

         ”This isn’t a fuckin’ joke, you either help me get my hands on that person, or I’ll be sure to get my hands on you.”  

     -- Eugh, the Red Light District. A steaming cesspool in the underbelly of the city. A secret being kept from the public all to please the rich elite who operated there. Yolanda had to admit, it was actually nice to be back.

Her original intent was to simply watch important guests and mingle about. The Red Light was the only place she couldn't have unlimited access with her cameras, damn ingrates kept destroying her cameras.

Dressed and already deep into her cover, the brunette was taken in surprise, for the minute she entered the club, her back was immediately against the wall, both arms gripped into place. Temporarily surprised, she glanced up to see who was assaulting her. Only to see a vaguely familiar face, searching in her mind for a name to match. AJ. Contract killer, strangely attractive up close. But that was beside the point of her current situation.

Yolanda could barely register the other's words, only spitting out a retort when she heard the words 'I need' and 'favour'. Favours never ended well for her position, this is why people paid upfront.

                          ---    "Listen, you're attractive and all. But, one, I don't do favours, people pay me and I perform services. Two, if you don't stop cutting off my air circulation, I'm not doing a damn thing for you."   ---

Yolanda gave an exasperated sigh with her words, people were beginning to watch, and some of them knew who she was. So much for undercover.

                             ---   "I have a private office here, let me go and we can go up there instead of making a scene."   ---

[apt218]

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions, æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn), (´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

Jonghyun is horrible at reading directions. He's been blind most of his life, so he never really learned. He takes directions really well though, since he used to from his phone.

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

He can speak Korean, and a bit of English. He's learning to read and write Korean and English. He's content with learning these two languages right now.

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

He kinda really likes smoking, lately. Especially flavored cigarrettes.

[novayu-moved]

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character, @ = How the character appears online, ♥ = Character's preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

HEADCANONS LIST

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

Often times, straight unadultered compliments or flirting will catch her off guard. She's not normally one for brutal honesty when it comes to attraction, so she's often marked off as shy when she's around someone she's attracted to.

@ = How the character appears online

Yuri doesn't have much of a mark in the online world, since she's not online often and she spends most of her time out on the street. She doesn't find a real need to be online often. Even when she is, she mostly just uses the internet to keep up with her friends rather then posting about whatever she does.

♥ = Character's preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

Yuri tends to lean more towards men in general, but she's fairly open to the idea of being with a woman. She tends to like guys who are taller than her, which isn't often hard to find since she's only 155 cm tall. She likes people who are kind, and have a bit of an aura of mystery to them. She likes people who may seem tough in public but when they're alone they become sweet and tender and caring. She wants someone who treats her special.

[sscxkriswu]

Banana smoothie

Banana - Your muse comes in on my muse, who’s crying, and asks them what’s wrong

Kris stumbles out of another bar that night, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the dark sky, no stars visible in it so deep in the city like this.  Maybe he’s not coping in the best possible way right now, but he’s been handling his feelings “responsibly” all this week, so he thinks he deserves to go out and get a little sloshed this weekend.  Kris looks around the street, reaching out to brace himself on the brick wall of the club he’d just left as he stumbles a little bit.  Should he hit one more bar or just go home.  Decisions, decisions, and his head is starting to spin a little.  Maybe that should be his answer.

When Kris turns to go home, though, he sees a form slumped over against the wall around the corner of the building.  Forgetting anything he ever heard about the way murderers or thieves lured in their victims, Kris went over to the slumped body and sat beside it against the wall.  Leaning over slightly, Kris found the handsome face of a girl around his age.  She was staring straight ahead crying silently.  “Tell me what’s wrong,” Kris commands gently.  Well, that’s unlike him.  With stranger, Kris always asked, never told.  He usually tried to soften his intimidating look with an unobtrusive personality.  But something about either the alcohol or the concern for a stranger who’s crying along on the ground outside a bar presses him to push a little more than usual.