#beyonddemigod

[brigade-bar]

✚ DOMINATE HUMBLY.

ᴊᴀᴇᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ; ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ . ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. ɢʀᴇᴇᴛ. ʙʀɪɢᴀᴅᴇ.

[serdtsa]

beyonddemigod

Jaejoong looked up from where his gaze had been for the longest to stare at the male who spoke, the first thing he noted was the dark features; eyes,hair,and something else he couldn’t readily note. This man wasn’t human despite his appearance and Jaejoong could pick up on this because he had no death date. 

                                    Odd

He chuckled to himself only sightly, a deep yet subtle sound before speaking ” Jaejoong..Kim Jaejoong” He offered a hand as he nodded in agreement. ” Perfect way if you ask me.” 

Angel was a bit surprised by the way he was studied and his vampiric senses tingled. It was bothersome, because he hadn't settled in with this.. new race of his. It hand't even been a year yet after all. So when he eyed the other yet again, he squinted, studying every line of neat features, his frame, his eyes. Nothing wring with any of it, that was for sure, and in the end, he grinned almost slyly.

"It's a bold way, that's for sure. I like bold. " He shrugged again, stretching his arms up above his head, baring the tattoos littering his pale skin as he stood on his toes for a few seconds, soon settling back on his feet properly. " So, nice to meet you, Kim Jaejoong. Hopefully we'll have a nice week. "

[serdtsa]

┼ - mun chooses

A sigh passes plump lips, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as eyes the other carefully, soon lifting his shoulders in a lazy shrug. " Okay stranger, nice way of getting to know one another. " He raised a hand to rub at his nape. " I'm Angel, and you are?"

[avtvmnwings]

Purple Yellow

PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

;  w ; you precious thing you-

YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.

[ulsaen-blog]

♡

For every " ♡" I get I'll give tip on how to win my muse's heart.

\\ - He's not much of a talker depending on who you are, so if he's quiet just enjoy the silence until he's ready to talk

[aidonx-blog]

Dad...

( ‘his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the man before him, confusion clouding his mind as he searched for any memories of this person deeming him as their father ) I . . don’t have any children? ( ‘he folded his arms across his chest, biting on his bottom lip as he thought ) not that I’m aware of. What is your name, young man?