#dolaire

[girlgroan]

one time while they were on a mission jack injured his leg and valeries response was to force him to “sit there and look pretty” while she took out the target on her own

[asfaulted-archived]

         Jiwook leans back in his chair, shrugging over at the man.       ❛     I’m not the guy who has FAIRY TALE ENDINGS. I don’t just find the one and ride off into the sunset with them. I’m the guy that finds the one, screws them the fuck over, and ends up shot in the back because I double-crossed someone I shouldn’t. so just a forewarning, I’m bad news.     ❜       

@dolaire // starter call

[trialmechanic]

         dark eyes regard the other with   suspicion,   his lips pursed     &    stance nothing less than   defensive.   it wasn’t anything personal. jihoon was like this with everyone he met. he couldn’t trust anyone, no matter how nice they looked. even the starbucks cashier received   questionable   looks from the male every once in awhile. there was never really any way of knowing who was watching him, so he had to keep his guard up   twenty-four seven.   he nods toward the male, gesturing to sleeve of his shirt,      ❛        you have blood on your shirt.      ❜

@dolaire

[asfaulted-archived]

                   “     i’m aware.     “  faint raise of brow , a soft shake of head.  he nurses cigarette lazily– makes apoint of blowing smoke `cross pretty boy’s face. he’d only kissed the boy out of boredom , hadn’t expected the younger to follow him outside for an explanation.  “     isn’t it past your bed time ? you’re getting to be a PAIN.    “

@dolaire // cont. 

        Jiwook just reaches out and snatches the cigarette away from him, taking his own drag and blowing it out at him. rude, crass, Jiwook is ROUGH around the edges while this guy is as SMOOTH as can be, like the rocks laid by river beds, kissed smooth by rough waters.         ❛    good. it’s my job. can’t really have A BED TIME if I don’t have a BED though.     ❜      

[asfaulted-archived]

@dolaire has quickly become a fave blog of mine

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dolaire:

"Ain't we all my man," he replies. Geunseong respected the male's wishes but as a person who'd been deprived touching people in any way shape or form, for ten years he was twitching. "Aight-- Not like I'mma stab you or nothing," he mutters the latter half of his sentence.

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                       @dolaire​

            it’s not that he has anything against the rain. if anything, easy fucking loves the rain. the way it brings forth a new start, the way it cleanses and refreshes. he loves the rain, really. but on the one day he decides not to check the weather, and of course, he doesn’t have a ride, it’s to no one’s surprise that the skies decide to truly open up and POUR. the metro stop isn’t even that far from his house, a block or so away, but he’s barely gone a minute and he’s soaked. he knows the smart thing would be to stop, to wait it out, but he’s already w e t, isn’t he? he might as well get home faster than sit in his own waterlogged state. so with his feet joining the sound of raindrops hitting pavement, even as he runs, he’s silent beneath the endless shower. 

               it’s when he’s almost home that he spots him. tuckered against the side of a building and clutching at his own frame, the way he’s bent over, the way the lights of the corner store illuminate his features —— he’s clearly not okay.   ❛   fuck, fuck —— c’mon you asshole.   ❜   even as a part of him says to fuck it and get home, to get dry, the harsh mumbling beneath his own breath is what forces him to run over. hands out before him, placating, in hopes that he doesn’t appear as a threat, he knows it’s not his place, but fuck, the closer he gets, the worse they’re starting to look.   ❛   hey, you okay? hey —— can you hear me?   ❜