#bodysmiles

[indiigo-blog1]

                                “what the fuck? — you could’ve  KNOCKED,”  heath quips, broad frame immediately guarding  ( and attempting to conceal )  the several lines of  PRISTINE  porcelain powder he’s prepared for himself. surely, he couldn’t have possibly expected any  real  privacy during a  house party,  and the fact he’s cooped up in somebody  else’s  bathroom doesn’t exactly give him any legitimate rights to the floor either, does it? but he’ll stake his claim regardless. “holy shit. who invited  YOU  to this party?” / @bodysmiles

[sadsummers]

              “ if you have to know, i get along without you very well. ” of course he does, except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then he recalls the most VOLITILE of past memories. though when speaking his tone is more so consumed in annoyance, brows furrowed, the topic at hand bringing forth further distaste rather than sadness. “ so, you should get the rest of your stuff and leave, i don’t really have the time. ” sawyers plans were packed with  v a c a n c i e s,  various hours of free time, though when considering spending any more of it with the person in front of him, he couldn't help but back away. “ i’m sure you have more lives to ruin to i’ll let you get back to that. ”  @bodysmiles​

[viceroye]

closed. @bodysmiles

                      “you forgot, didn’t you?”    he hears the front door of his apartment slowly open and doesn’t offer so much as a spare glance toward the familiar intruder from where he’s sitting on his couch. instead, his features are pulled into his typical stoic expression, albeit his lips curl into a deeper frown than usual.   “i’ve been waiting here for HOURS, you don’t return my texts or my calls.....i have been so fuckin’ stressed out with work, and you can’t even spare an hour to have dinner with me? you have to blow me off instead? i don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but i’m your BOYFRIEND.”   he stands from his couch and turns to face one of the windows, nothing but moonlight and the light flicker of the TV screen illuminating the room.    “where the hell have you been?” 

[wearyhands]

for @bodysmiles

            for helia to have TAUNTED the boy with her whereabouts was unintentionally c r u e l. damon’s possessive nature regarding her is only heightened whenever she finds herself in the company of someone who doesn’t sit right with him ( which consisted of anyone within a five foot radius of her ). their constant games eliciting feats of JEALOUSY within him left the boy shoving past the bouncer of the club he’d just entered, unsure of his intentions but determined to seek out the pair on their otherwise harmless night out. hues continue to scan the vicinity, a hand running through his hair as c o n c e n t r a t i o n overtakes him. but she is ENTHRALLING and damon is victim to her effortless captivation every time, leaving his eyes locked with a dark head of hair that he’s quick to identify as his girl. the individual lingering near her is TOO close for comfort, too w e l c o m e to have their way with her ; leaving him unsettled beyond belief. but he knows paparazzi could be lingering, not to mention his publicist would [ have his head ] if he had another outburst. so instead he waits for her to notice him, arms crossed with a sense of rage burning behind his gaze that is prominent enough to be seen by ANYONE who meets his gaze.

[mutedsins1]

         [   a closed starter for @bodysmiles.   ]

          hana had   ———   and arguably still doesn’t   ———   no idea what she was doing getting involved with the other, her capacity for love running out a long time ago and supposedly needing to be filled with something else. something else easily akin to the exhilaration that comes along with seeing an infamous drug dealer, that comes along with kisses and curious hands. she was sure it’d never grow more than that, but she’s here anyway  ( somewhere between caring too much and loving too much )  despite her hardest efforts to resist the invisible strings tugging at her heart. so when she’s sitting next to her father at the table, listening to him drone on and on about the circumstances of the city, the female is more than upset when she hears how there was another drug-related shootout again. hates the contented tone of his voice, hates how he doesn’t forget to say that maybe the kingpin had finally been taken out for good this time. she had dismissed herself from dinner so quickly nobody had the chance to ask her what’s wrong, a mix of emotions comprised of anger and worry  ( but mostly anger )  fueling her need for confrontation.     ❛  are you serious, aeri ?  can you not put yourself in danger for once ?  for someone who has an entire empire in her hand, you’re the biggest idiot i’ve ever met.  ❜

[indiigo-blog1]

                                “you  —-  i should have  killed  you while i had the chance,”  jackson damn near  spits,  malice in his eyes as he  glares  at the other, a set of features so familiar that it almost pains him, but he’d never allow himself to succumb to such a weak state.  “why are you here? i thought we agreed on existing in parallels.”  it’s the only way they could keep a semblance of  PEACE.  a thought crosses his mind, his frigid  countenance warming into an actual  smile.  “did you miss me so much you just  had  to see me again?” / @bodysmiles

[indiigo-blog1]

                    ‘ look, babe, i’m sure what you need to tell me is important but can’t this wait until later ? i’m fucking swamped  with work here. ‘  and he isn’t lying, running a company takes up the majority of his time, any personal relationships he has tend to  S U F F E R  as a result. he doesn’t  bother  to even look up at the other as he sorts through the files on his desk  —-  paperwork was his  least  favourite part about being the boss around here, but he doesn’t  trust  anyone else to deal with it.  ‘ riley, for the love of—-  WHY  are you still standing there ? ‘  /  @bodysmiles

[viceroye]

                  –––––––– @bodysmiles.

                     the same FEAR that had coursed through his blood directly prior to the first death by his hand  ( actions heavily influenced by his BROTHER and sage’s passion of his approval )  is matched as he finds himself in close proximity to the female he’s witnessed with BOTH of the yoo brothers. her presence is among the sights he’s seen from a distance, far enough away that he’s not yet been spotted but close enough that he’s picked up on her name. she’s ALONE, which is exactly what he’d wanted, and the street is empty save for the two of them. he approaches her slowly, willing himself to sound much stronger than he feels.   “hi ––––– are you janie?”