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[gongyoohooo]

White Sunrise * Self (Sonnet)

Astounding halo from above collapsed, May I inquire of source unknown on green? Disrupted beasts retreat, yet you are lapsed Of your perception, yes, though not obscene.

Shall I raise arms of your exquisite looks? From silver, golden fibers vexing minds To pure essence of fingers small as brooks, Remark the reason that of which unwinds.

Remind this pilgrim, no more be alone. Oh, near or far, the many lands accept A presence not from umber, earthen zone. Feel welcome, even sunlight shy be kept.

Know that the foreign best scare busy fawn, Yet rays up high still startle all, oh Dawn.

@dawntaesinferno

[got7idixts-blog]

stay with me tonight (Jackson :p )

   Brown eyes looked back toward the female from the bedroom doorway before he quirked an eyebrow high. 

   “I’m just going to get us water and cookies. Where else would I be going and staying?” He chuckled, a glimmer crossing through his gaze as he looked at her on the bed. “Don’t worry- I’ll come back quickly.” 

[thehatakefamily]

@dawntaesinferno

Kasuna wasn’t much for the bar or club scene, but duty calls. His target happening to be a drunken guy ranting and raving about nothing whatsoever. He shook his head and watched him very carefully as he stumbled into the alleyway behind the bar. He walked outside behind the drunken idiot and loved the feel of the wind and slipped his hand into his pockets and walked over to where the man was doubled over. 

He tilted his head and walked over to the man who turned around. “What do you want dickbag?” The man slurred out. Kasuna raised his eyebrow. “Wow you’re more pathetic than I thought.”

“What did you say to me?” The man yelled out before blindly charging at Kasuna. Kasuna let his eyes go demonic and hit him hard with his elbow, knocking him down to the floor.  Kasuna watched him with contempt and raised his foot and stomped down on his head, completely destroying his skull. 

[gongyoohooo]

Nice voice

Caught Singing! Meme [ Accepting! ]

Wistfully finishing the last note of an old traveling song heard back in the previous town, he chokes at the abrupt sound of a voice petite that pops up by his ear, “For yooouu ~ ♪ Aah!” More startled than anything else, he makes a step back away from the meadow’s clearing, spotting the companion in a fashion to interrupt his lonesome time. The melancholy mood transitions to a playful and irritated aura instead, Yoo preferring to keep such sorrow away and only to himself. “That song is not for you! Hmph,” crossed arms indicate a sign of betrayal, the man clearly with a privacy invaded. However, being the older of the two means to be the outstanding, the one to set the example, and so, he swallows whatever left of his ego to offer her a consolation, “How about I teach you this song that my mother used to sing to me. It went like this: Come seek w ~ ♫” Away he mumbles, sharing precious memory to his underling.

[got7idixts-blog]

Apocalypse Z || Dawn&Jackson || Closed RP

@dawntaesinferno

  “Dawn!” 

  The name flew from his lips- the first and only thing he cared about in the moment, knowing already that his friends were safe. 

   But where was Dawn? 

  Frantically, he turned back to Mark and JB, motioning for them to take the others and go while they still could. 

   “I’ll meet you at the airport~ I’ve got to find her.” Jackson’s dark eyes were full of desperation, hoping they wouldn’t put up any objection. The last thing he needed was to be prolonged any longer. If one of those... things had gotten to her, he wasn’t exactly sure what he would do, but losing it was certainly among the possibilities. 

   “Jackson- we have to go I’m sure she’s fine and you’ll see her later...” Mark interjected, shaking his head. 

  “I’m not leaving her!” Each word was shouted out at the older male, Jackson’s jaw tensing as he grew angrier at the entire situation. “Take everyone and go without me.”

   Turning on his heel before anything else could be said, he shot forward through the throng of people scrambling in an attempt to escape the monstrosities that had wrought havoc to the streets of Seoul. Pushing past each person that ran in the opposite direction, the blonde scanned the masses, looking or that familiar face, all the while calling out for her. Gripping the metal rod he held in his hand tighter- what had once been part of a microphone stand from the studio they’d been in when the hellacious events hit- he continued on, venturing closer to the threat that, before now had only been known in movies. 

[got7idixts-blog]

"What's your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!" Jackson ;)

@dawntaesinferno

  So she wanted to play on words did she?- Jackson thought to himself, a grin coming to his face as he turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised. 

   “Is that so? I dunno- I happen to be a fan of the fork.... Forking is always fun.” He laughed, making the absolutely dreadful pun between the words. 

[leexsj-blog]

@dawntaesinferno

“Now, this is what I call real beauty. Of course, it isn’t as good as my own beauty.”

[gongyoohooo]

Mute Counselor * Yoo & Dawn

Traveling alone, the feeling of solitude as company pales in comparison whenever he misses the hands of loved, still reminiscing on the sight of that tree. Soul of passion now imbued within, the man wallows peacefully down the trail, making his way to the next village for supplies. Journeying across the country island tire his feet, bruising his heels and swelling his toes as mere wooden sandals do nothing to protect. Nonetheless, he perseveres while taking in the sight of passing birds, the plains wind lifting his spirit as ocean mist crash upon him from the shore a couple miles out. Truly, if his death comes now, he shall die in tranquil ecstasy. Crrk! Krrk! He waddles onward, using the support of a walking stick and spotting the edge of a forest in the distance. Shade, at last! The pounding heat of afternoon sun draining him since the early morn. A caravan and its merchant at the entrance of the forestry only motivate him to get there faster, downing his little container of clean water to quench his thirst.

Although the man is not battling for survival, the trek over the land burdens him more than normal, as his mind succumbs to the sorrow of death. I should just return to my form. Arguing with himself did little to help, the man desiring an escape from the pilgrimage as his nature opposes it. Step and step, Yoo does what he can to avoid large rocks to step softly, holding back aggression as to not scare off a camp of animals grazing nearby. Beauty to behold, the merchant luckily going his way, the two now conversing an agreement in Japanese tongue, “Do you have spare water?” Yoo readies some bronze in exchange, even deciding to purchase a charm bracelet for protection on his travels. The oxen start trotting off with the owner and his inventory of arts and culture, Yoo thanking him for the aid. Ten minutes more, now below the treeline and appreciating the shade of leaves. Here, he rests atop a smooth rock, sitting and watching the passing creatures. Crunch, he takes a bite of a day-old purchased apple, minding his business and refueling himself for the uphill to come.