#capoyeol

[kalirok]

@capoyeol

( sms : CHANNIE ) guess what! sera learned how to play twinkle twinkle on the piano today ^^ i think i’ve got myself a little prodigy ~ ( sms : CHANNIE ) what do you think, maybe my next release should be that. mom & daughter duo take over the world !!!! ( sms : CHANNIE ) i’ll hire you to be her manager so her 3 y/o fanboys stay away :)

[kalirok]

"#ALSO FUCKING JORDANN#ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT WHEN I SEE THIS IS#'THE POPULAR GIRL WHO CRIES HERSELF TO SLEEP AT HOME'#I H Y" join the dark side tasfia :))))))

ihu :(

[themidnightsiren]

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap. [ bb ouo ]

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY - SELECT FROM THE FOLLOWING FOR MY MUSE TO RESPOND TO…

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

His immense superiority had always been astounding, if not intimidating, seeing as how he is confidence in the way he carries himself, pride etched on his forehead as he walks with chin raised, eyes looking down on the mere beings that are inferior to him, to her, to them both - mere beings that was once she. The tightness of his suit, of his grey necktie perfectly fitting on his neck compares to how he had embraced his specie, loyal to his kind and to the customs on which they live. Capo seems the kind that never falter nor waver, one who shows no remorse of regret on what he is, what he has done, because that is how he exist. He revels on the greatness he ought they are. And it is what she, though wouldn’t willingly admit, would always regard about him.

And perhaps it is in the same reason that Lorraine found herself confounded when his body suddenly leaned to and rested on her thighs. Maybe it is the sudden intimacy, they were never close as this, or maybe because it is seeing another side of him she had not seen ever, a side that he might be hiding all along, a side that every one of us tries to hide, but inevitably surfaces at some time. For an uptight man as he is to seem weak as he let his body soften to lean over her lap, it wasn’t something Lorraine had ever imagined, especially with Capo, of all.Silence overtook her. Them both. Though it was easy to shake him off her, she didn’t. There was a compelling force that tells her she shouldn’t. And so instead Lorraine let him be as she watches over, his eyes drooping, falling slowly. His ragged breathing soon found its calm and steady rhythm and then his weight eased against her. The locks of his auburn hair swept through a side of his face, shadowing an angle of his to be left unseen from her view. Without even seeing he knew that his eyes are now closed, and he is succumbing to the slumber that was conquering his consciousness.

A contrast from his austere facade, it is somehow refreshing to see him like this. In his unconsciousness reveals a side of him she never knew could exist.

"I’m tired…" He softly mumbled in between his breaths.

How tiring, being a vampire is, isn’t it?

Despite the hundred years difference, maybe - just maybe, there is still humanity that’s left within him. Like her. That one thing that they keep on suppressing but inevitably existing.

She heaved a deep sigh, surrendering herself to the inner questions of her mind and letting the lethargy consume her. And perhaps when her eyes open, she’d come to realize not to dwell on the drawbacks of her deeds and live like how he is doing.

If only it could be that easy.

“For now, just sleep…”

Her heavy eyes soon came to a close, and there they both wandered off from the cruel world, people passing by them, glancing at the two figures sitting on the wooden bench - seemingly ordinary people on one fine day.

[yojunioh]

You don't deserve food, fucking brat. Starve. { -huffs, ruffling their hair again before he chuckles and shakes his head, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket; } Fine. What do you wanna eat, Kid?

Are you going to tear me away from my one true love? { ` his drastic gasp is followed by a slight whine as he swats at his hand more harshly this time. } Lay off the hair, man. It takes zero time and no effort for it to look this good, messing with it basically messes with perfection. { ` the scowl's off his face the minute he agrees rather easily. } I didn't really plan that far but uhh -- something fatty. Gross, greasy, and cholesterol inducing. Basically McDonalds. 

[theqameison]

✦ — ❛ I wish I hadn’t … ❜

✦ — ❛ I wish I hadn’t ... ❜

... felt the influence of you cause now I feel the disconnect, like an open wound. Where you once were, the place is a space that runs as deep as hell. But every morning when I wake I tell myself: Don't be fool by your emptiness. There's so much more room for happiness.

[zenxaku]

❝There is no such thing as Hell. The world we live in is hell enough.❞

200 starters.

Zen's gaze lifted to look towards the male sitting beside him at the diner. The coffee swirling around in his mug was pitch black and the spirit within himself hissed in anger at the other male though he turned the spinning stool to face him with his elbow resting on the smooth metal of the counter. "No such thing as Hell? Those are strong words, don't you think?" He leaned himself closer to hear the rest of the other's sentence with a slight chuckle. "You are opinionated about this world.. But let me ask you this, stranger, would hell have such beautiful things? Don't you think hell would have.. angels?" He spat the word out as if the name of the creatures burned his tongue though his body remained calm, even tapping his fingers against the metal. "If this world is hell.. what is Heaven?"

[xiavo-blog]

"He’s dead, let’s move on." [ because evil mun ]

[X] Send one if we haven't interacted. "He's dead, let's move on."

It’s unfortunate. It’s unfortunate when you must stand back and watch as the lives of a loved one slip from your grasp one by one. In which there was nothing he could possibly do to save them from the darkness that awaits. No, it wasn’t something that you’d would normally grow accustomed to—losing all of those who have come to serve as the pillars of strength in your life, catching you whenever you were unable to stand on your own two feet. They were there. They were always there when no other was.

            Loyalty.

                                                              Trust.

                                                                                                                         And respect.

Those were the three components that made up the relationship he shared with his most beloved caretaker, Mr.Wu. The older male had been by his side ever since he exited from his mother’s wound, attaining to his every need and raising him when his parents’ lives had been taken. However, Luhan did not see this man as his caretaker, but as his second father. Perhaps it was strange in the eyes of others, yet he does not seem to care. The man was truly remarkable, always seeking to assist the prince during his time of need. He’d often offer him advice whenever his thoughts were in a bunch, chose to speak of nothing but the cold hard truth—especially if he had been the one at fault. Of course, it would add fuel to the anger that burns inside of him, yet it did help him nevertheless, for he’d reflect upon his actions once the man takes his leave. It’s helped him mature and learn from his mistakes tremendously.

                                                                                                             Nothing lasts forever.

He’s forced to stand there and watch as his arch nemesis, Kris, end the life of his caretaker. How did things escalate so quickly? Moments ago, he presumed that he had the upper hand of this battle against the council. Things were going exactly as planned, but the next thing he knew, his enemies already had the upper hand in this everlasting battle. With an arm draped across his stomach and blood trickling down is countenance, he couldn’t do anything but pant into the air, hoping to catch his breath in order to stop the blonde-haired man before he pulls a sin. But how could he? When he’s consistently kept himself engaged in battle, fighting until he had no energy remaining.

Mr.Wu is pinned onto the ground with a firm foot pressed against his chest. Crimson was everywhere—he’s laying in his own pool of blood, completely bruised and battered, holding onto his last breath. “Kris…Kris, don’t touch him!” Luhan shouts, mustering up whatever strength he had left to push himself towards Kris’ direction, his fist landing a fierce punch upon the older male’s cheek, but despite whatever action he has come to pull, it was too late. There was nothing he could do. Mr.Wu’s already on the verge of dying.

            “N-no.”

Hot tears were beginning to brim at the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks once they overflown his bottom lid. How could he have let such a horrendous thing happen to the one who had dedicated his life to the prince and continued to serve him until no end? His thoughts are tossed to the side when he feels something prod his forehead, pushing it back half a fraction of an inch. Mr.Wu was reaching out to him, smiling—he’s finally smiling. He rarely smiles, so this is a sight that catches him off guard.

            “You needn’t dwell upon me any longer, prince. Not when there’s still a battle you need to finish. You cannot let your people down. They’re depending on you to bring the council to justice.”

           ”No! No, no, you can’t die. You absolutely cannot die on me, not when we’ve been through so much together. You can do it, Mr.Wu. I know you can do it. I know you can hold on, just for a little while longer. Please. I’ll bring you to Jaehyun, he’ll heal you and everything will be alright. You’ll be alright. So, please. Please, just please, don’t die!” He no longer cared about the image he had to maintain, desperately clutching on Mr.Wu’s hand with tears streaming down his cheeks. However, when he feels Chanyeol tug onto the back of his shirt, tugging him up onto his feet and dragging him away from the bloody corpse. He knows that it’s time for him to take his leave. They’re coming and they must take refuge elsewhere before it’s too late—before they get themselves killed for keeping themselves out in the open.

            "He’s dead, let’s move on."

Reality slapped him in the back of his head, hitting him with the cold hard truth. What was the point of sugar coating a lie? He had already witnessed the death of his butler, there was nothing more he could do and Chanyeol knew that. Whats done has been done There’s no point in avoiding it. Besides, Mr.Wu was right. He still needed to fight. He still needed to fight for their race before it was too late. 

[kmveon]

Miss you.

"I miss you more."

The week had been very brutal to him and his brother, last week he was busy with the things that his father had accounted him for, the company that both of their father started, for their future, and for the future of the next generations next to them; the news came to him after a normal busy day, once he got home and expected a nice sound of laughter from his husband and son, the first thing that he heard was a quiet sob, Luhan came running to him and he was actually surprised, scared about the sudden news. His nephew died without him being there, like he once promised. Now, he's faced with his brother--a brother who lost almost everything, except for him, of course because he would never leave Chanyeol, not even when he wanted him to.

"How are you?" He asks, walking closer to the lanky male with an arm slipping around his waist, his fingers brushing his clothed side. His head falling down upon his shoulder, his eyes could probably heave off that tired aura, he couldn't quite imagine how it possibly pains his brother, and he doesn't even want to start that contemplation. "I'm still here, Yeol, I won't leave okay? I'm always here for you."