#driftgoddess-isis

[leospective-blog]

She stared at the male, knowing that he was angry. She kept a little distance between, giving him space in case it's what he needed. "Leo? What happened?" she asked softly, wanting to diffuse the situation before it got worse.

Rage pulsed through him, adamant against being ignored or pushed away. A slow wrath coursed through him, and the more he thought about it, the more it made him angry. The soft voice wormed through the wraithly fury, his gaze snapping to the young charge in his care. Right now he wanted someone to pay, to feel something snap beneath his fingers and find retribution – now was not the time for the young woman to be in his presence. He all but growled his response out, a hard anger held back willfully behind the short words. “Isis. Go back to your room.” 

[leospective-blog]

Bruises [] Leo & Isis

Seeking a brief respite from the overload on his inner senses, Leo makes his way out of the club, nimble fingers plucking a single cigarette from the pack and lighting it with simple experience born of countless times repeating the same actions. Finally. He loved working at his club dearly but sometimes the thoughts that fought for attention, pushing and pulling and shoving each other, became too much for even his trained mind to handle. Cold sunk into his bones from the brick he leaned on, soothing the overwhelming heat and stuffiness from inside. Just as he brought the cancer stick to his lips again, a crash followed by several thumps reached his ears. Alarmed, he dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before going towards the noise. No other sounds reached him, but the sight that greeted him caused his eyes to widen. Leo rushed over to the fallen body laying bloody amidst several others - the only one who seemed to still be giving off life and fragile thoughts. Gently turning the body over - ever so carefully so as not to jostle any injuries - he pushed the blonde hair back, vague recognition entering his gaze when her beheld the woman's features. "Isis?"

[thekimdynasty]

"Aren’t sunrises a little cliche?"

"How do you mean?" he asks, eyes furrowed in confusion

[crocodilestreet]

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Taekwoon had just sat down when he heard the knock on the door. He bowed lightly to the female as soon as he had opened the door and recognised her, surprised a little. “How do you know where I live? And most importantly, why come so late?”