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[ofdamnation]

           ‘  it’s  not  that  ,  it’s  just  i’m——  i’m  not  allowed  .  ’     //     @bvtterfliies​  liked  for  a  starter!

[svcreds]

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      “  i SAID i was sorry !  “ except he really didn’t.  “  what do you want me to do, get on my knees ?  ” 

[scrrface]

@bvtterfliies​  liked  for  a  randomly  generated  starter  !

(  minjun  giving  you  his  coat  because  it’s  cold  )

absolute   and   desolate   ,   a   silent   blanket   hovering   outside   as   temperatures   had   long   dropped   below   zero   ––   seoul’s   winters   were   unforgivingly   harsh   and   despite   the   pretty   sparkle   of   eternal   quietude   ,   cancelling   out   all   noise   beneath   it      ––      did   he   despise   the   cold      !      always   had   he   found   the   stark   contrast   terrible   ,   perhaps   mere   the   only   type   of   beauty   he   will   watch   out   of   a   distance   ,   leave   it   where   it   is   be      ––      no   matter   how   badly   he   wanted   to   stretch   holy   luminosity   over   own   skin   alike   dazzling   diamonds   glow   ,   stand   the   pain      ;      if   it   meant   to   capture   its   beauty   for   just   the   shutter   of   the   moment   .      he   does   nothing   of   the   sort   ,   fantasises   ,   yes      !      vivid   images   will   he   follow   until   countenance   of   the   other   yanks   him   out   of   very   own   gloomy   vision   ,   movement   he   catches   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye   as   priorly   hues   must   have   lost   themselves   with   no   particular   focus   at   all      –––      what   could   ever   be   more   satisfying   than   catching   ,   indulging   in   beauty      ;      in   anything   that   he   deemed   immaculate   enough   in   all   of   the   ways   possible   .   much   more   than   a   keeper   of   gates   to   an   introduction   into   hedonistic   world   was   he      ––      a   lover   of   preserving   anything   that   would   withstand   to   crumble   within   his   grip   .      gaze   will   drift   ,   watch   them   move      ––      he’s   still   mesmerised   by   the   glimmer   that   laid   there   ,   right   in   front   of   them      !      temporary   illusion      ,      something   slipping   his   imagination      ,      “      anything      in     pureness      that      collides      with      its      counterpart      –      looks      so      ,      so      wrong      .      destroys   the      harmony      of      the   picture      ,      does      it      not         ?         wakes      demons      you      would      never      want      to      wake      .         “         ,      who   is   the   devil   to   fool      ––      how   often   has   he   quietly   ,   joyfully   watched   lines   of   red   dunking   white   masses   into   their   vividly   colour   ,   painted   a   blank   canvas  with   an   image   of   one   of   its   kind      !      any   of   said   horrendous   creatures   to   wake   long   present   ,   a   dance   of   anything   macabre   ;      who   said   beauty   in   sin   was   not   the   utmost   holy   to   lay   gaze   on      ?      who   said   it   was   not   the   trigger   to   explosive   lust   of   attending   such   crime      ?      he   does   not   play   with   the   possible   imagination   ,      no      ,      he   yearns   to   experience   it   again   .   snowfall   within   stone   garden   able   to   cause   such   massive   jump   in   the   devil’s   very   own   mind   .

      he   must   have   caught   the   other   just   before   the   action   they   were   planning   on   executing      ––      eyes   have   yet   to   part   with   the   imagery   he   is   enchanted   to   witness   .      who   is   he   to   fool      ?      hues   will   yank   themselves   off   the   mesmerising   landscape   and   he   will   yearn   to   catch   the   other’s   ,         “      i’m      talking      about      the      painting      .      hosoda      eishi      is      famous      for      his      artworks      of      concubines   .      ‘   the      chinese      beauty      yang      guifei      ‘      .      now      imagine      some      old      ,      ancient      looking      ,      fat      emperor      next      to      her      in      the      painting      !         it      would      ruin      it      .         “         ,      head   shakes   and   red   locks   fall   back   into   place   –––   had   he   truly   been   meaning   the   print   all   along    ?       it   was   a   replica   of   the   scroll   that   had   initially   triggered   the   train   of   thought   to   drift   to   such   comparison   to   begin   with   .      finally   will   he   rise   from   further   leisure   ,   laid   back   position   he   had   seated   himself   with   as   the   male   had   already   spotted   them   with   their   silent   intention   to   step   outside   ,   out   of   the   warmth   .      swift   grab   as   he   offers   own   black   wool   coat   with   some   astronomical   price   tag   he   had   barely   took   a   glimpse   at     ,         “      it’s      chilly      out      there      ,      you      need      a      coat      .      take      mine      !         please      ?         “      and   expectant   is   the   smile  that   will   reflect   as   piece   of   clothing   is   offered   .  

[ofdamnation]

          ‘  this  has  got  to  be  a  set  up  .  ’    he  chuckles  ,  smirk  tugging  at  edges  as  hands  slide  into  his  pockets  .    ‘  come  on  ,  who  are  you  really  ?  daughter  of  a  ceo  with  a  big  company  ?  political  dynasty  girl  ?  why  is  my  father  trying  to  set  me  up  with  you  ?  why  like  this  ?  ’     //     closed  starter  for  @bvtterfliies​!

[ofdamnation]

           ‘  alright  ,  ’    she’ll  play  nice  ,  she’ll  bite  .  after  all  it’s  in  public  ,  she  does  have  to  show  good  face  in  these  situations  .   ‘  nice  to  finally  meet  you  ,  gray  is  it  ?  ’   small  hand  reaches  out  to  shake  with  his  own  ,  displaying  a  very  fake  smile  before  returning  to  her  usual  stance  .   ‘  father  has  told  me  so  much  about  you  .  ’    //    closed  starter  for  @bvtterfliies​!

[svcreds]

@bvtterfliies​ ♡

      “  why do you always LEAVE so early in the morning ?  ”

[peachymeows]

* ✧  —  continuation .

        ✧  “ i could explain the benefits as much as you want me to, but nothing beats the full experience, ” he answers with strong conviction, though his cheeks practically heat up as the other winks at him. how cheeky. they’ve been going back and forth with their flirtationship for weeks, and it still astounds him that nolan has survived without making a move yet. well, what the hell are they even waiting for ? he already has him right on his bed, maxie shamelessly under the sheets, but his overpowering confidence has his tongue tied. the handsome bartender never seems to fail on catching him off guard. “ so . . . ” he absentmindedly mimics the other’s previous  position, propping face onto hand as he faces him, “ are you visualizing it right now ? the benefits i mean . . . ” @bvtterfliies​ ​ — *

[yuseonguarchive]

               jieun always looks forward to the day the more serious subjects change their wall displays. it's an excuse to talk to minhyuk, and away from the prying eyes of their fellow teachers, as well. she knocks on the classroom door before she heads inside ( and while she's always well-presented, she's taken extra care with her makeup today ). ❝ that time again, huh? ❞ she asks with a smile, noting the paper piled up on the desk waiting to be recycled. ❝ need a hand? the art studio never needs changing, so i'm free all afternoon. ❞ sooner or later she'll offer to help make things a little more artistic, even if their colleagues will end up teasing her for it eventually -- everyone's noticed by now how nice the history classroom always looks...

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