#absentihan

[illota]

absentihan said: alohomora  

2. Our muses are both cornered by a troll.

    "-in the dungeon! It's in the dungeon!"

    Shouts from the top of the stairs trickle down into the corridor and bounce off the walls, echoing loud. He's only partially intrigued as he looks up - what are they talking about? Seems fine down here.

    "Get out of the dungeons!"

    The dungeons, however, are nearly empty, save for himself and three other Slytherin students, all scattered about the corridor. Everyone else is in a class or out - a rare occurrence nowadays. Two of them take off immediately, sprinting up the stairs to see what all the fuss is about. He looks over to the remaining student and raises an eyebrow. The other boy doesn't seem too concerned, so he sees no reason to be, either.

    The yelling from above continues until, suddenly, everything is thrown into chaos.

    There's a huge explosion of stone and mortar as a troll comes barreling through the other side of the far wall, groaning loud and waving its club from side to side. He's hit in the shoulder by a renegade chunk of rock and knocked onto his ass. It hurts like hell but he's more concerned about the murderous look in the creature's eyes.

    "Holy shit!" is the only thing he's able get out before he begins to scramble backward, towards the common room - and subsequently towards the other kid.

[madeintokyo]

dear stranger.

Fɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ gloam grasped the youth like a phantom lover, tracing his wintry complexion and kissing his wide eyes with its wash of pale heliotrope. He wove his way with crimeless intentions and childlike excitement by his either side through the opulent tapestry of the sector filled with unknown faces that were made-up with affliction, bliss or something in between before he tossed his head back to look at the crepuscular sky where he could outline an emerging constellation. That, he thought, would make a pretty tattoo. The  m e m o r y  awakened for the second time that evening whilst he gamboled down the street, so vivid it felt like he merely went through the situation last night when in truth, a couple of months had danced by. Takes one to know one, they said and he knew in a heartbeat when he first set eyes on him. The skillful way he moved with his dark orbs gleaming mean, seemingly laid-back though always vigilant – some of the traits that were etched in Yoichi Ihara's mind the moment he saw Lu Han, when they crossed paths and nearly slit each other's throats. It wasn't the best first impression, which was why [since he was still in Seoul to perform yet another task] he decided to change that by paying a little visit. They were neither rivals nor allies after all, just two young men from different undergrounds that didn't fuck with each other so long as they stayed out of the way. He soon came to a halt once he reached his destination, brown moons curiously running over the place then a smile graced his lips. Yoichi ambled into the Sushi Bar like the smooth gangster he was, pushing the long sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, casting a glance laced with interest around. He found it rather small but nevertheless pleasant especially when there was not a lot of people, allowing him to pick up on everything much easier and it was then that he caught sight of the one he wanted to see. "Lu Han!" A soft, innocent cry and bony arms stretched out once their eyes met, beckoning the other male for a hug. "Did you miss me?"

[hyeongsa-park-blog]

[/looks a Lu Han's starter and cries]I will try my best

[sevls]

✉✉✉

「 draft saved : lh.」sometimes i look at you in shades of darkest gray and it seems no colour reaches my eyes.  you are without colour, luhan.  and so, i wonder what it would be like to see a smile reach your eyes.  if there will be any light there, because they look so dark in black and white already.  i wonder if i can bring the sun to your cheeks, because i look at you and there is something beautiful.  i’ll keep wishing that one day, i’ll see colour too.

「 draft saved : lh.」i think you care about me, luhan because you wouldn’t warn me of the future otherwise.  i can take care of me.  i am a phoenix rising from the ashes and if you are the catalyst to a flame, so be it.  

「 draft saved : lh.」i wouldn’t mind that kind of pain.

[vxluhan]

► Para replies will be taken care tomorrow, apologies for the delays.

[vxluhan]

{✝} — drowning in fears. ░ luhan x luhan

⇢ On lonely nights or solitary occasions, it was cathartic to release himself from the suffocating grip of the double life he was living—as a normal young male, and as a vampire. And with all of his worries being set aside, he could live his life as who he was. Luhan—Someone who was more humane, and less of a monster.

Somnolence and fatigue happened to be the state his body was in. Caffeine streaming in his veins alongside his blood in order to keep the male functioning properly to keep him from collapsing — though it didn’t seem like this little boost of energy that kept most individuals awake hadn’t been affecting him as much as he had hoped. Eyelids becoming heavier by each lingering moment that flew passed him, canopied by the reminders of constant errands that were left unfinished. And there he was, ambling down the concrete pavement of the pathway that would lead one down the premises of the river, the soles of his shoes scuffing against the pavement in a rather sluggish pace.

He was never really the clumsy type, despite the remote awareness of things he had reserved for objects that were surrounding him, though tonight seemed to have been an exception. Perhaps he was far too tired, and the substance of the caffeine hadn’t settled in his system to put him into such a state, that he was unaware of where he was at—the tip of his toes brushing against the concrete pavement that was located right in front of the river, causing him to tumble forward, and plunge into the water.

And in the blink of an eye it had began, the horrifying fact that his nightmare was no longer taking place in the subconscious of his mind, but in reality. He was drowning.

[twiceuponatale]

Dear person I hate,

Dear Person I Hate,

Hate is a terrifying emotion, for both the people who feel and receive it. I believe I'd be more upset over that than anything you may say or do. So for both of our sakes, I hope we never have to meet and that you continue to live a happy life.

Sincerely,A stranger

[mranxn-blog]

Ostensibly in the chaotic stage of the day, the brunette spend approximately 4 hours running in panic behind the stage whilst preparing for another big event; Male's fashion week. The uprising frustrations kicked all his nerves up, blended anxiety from being unprepared and lack of confidence. He can't do it. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that he can walk fashionably onto that runway, that he's undeniably the most handsome man in that stage, he can't believe it. He was scared -- no, more petrified to stand in front of the sea of crowd, alone. Kiyong knew what companion he needed that very moment and without it, he was so sure he'll going to sabotage this show. With shaking hands, and upbeat chest, the fragile new model hide from the coordinators, hugging his mobile device as he waited for a call, even a text from that one special one. His spine kissed shivers from time to time, stuttering fingers became restless and unkind. Kiyong glanced at his empty screen once again, forced his finger pads to tap on the keys and sent a message; eyes too blurry to check if the numbers he posted were the right one. He started to hyperventilate, so close on hitting the ground.

[ ✉ to unknown number ] My silhouette is choking me, soon I can't feel my legs. I am falling apart.