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[inwolvesteeth]

encvgh:

“ Memories always start ‘round midnight. Haven’t got the heart to stand those memories”

      “got something on your mind, i’m guessing.” he mumbles into the sweat of his skin, with his arm pressed to his mouth and the other stretched over the railing. here he can see the city, see its people. and all at once, everything seems so insignificant. “nightmares?”

[hrrcane-blog]

“i won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

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「 ❈ 」 ‘ stop please.’

She didn’t want it. Not the pity looks. not the touches of delicacy upon her  healing body that still had every inch of her physique aching and leaving her in a position of wanting to cry. Tonight’s appointment had almost turned into a nightmare if she hadn’t come out of there just in time.  She wasn’t even sure how she got into the presences of the other. All she knew was she wanted warmth and a place that always washed her worries away.  Ianthina supposed it was her legs that mindlessly took her to Charlie’s work place.   Even as her hands were at the moment trying to push away his to stop him from discovering the light yellowish tones of fading bruises on her face; her attempts were stopped at his words.

she hadn’t noticed she was in a mess of tears. Her shoulders shaking violently. The happy ray of sunshine had dimmed down to nothing but a shell of what she was before. Her walls were showing the cracks that she tried to hide so well behind her smiles.  “ I..” Her voice cracked. “ I–I need to g-go–.” She had to tell Jiyong before another false accusation was to reach Jiyong’s ears. “ He– he’s..” Her eyes blurred with her streaming tears and a sob breaking through her parted lips leaving her words to be forgotten.

[jinvory]

“i’m cold.”

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“Should we go somewhere warmer? I think they have a curry house near here.”

[chemicvlx]

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“You know, there’s something beautiful and comforting about the dark.”

[collectiveonesix-archive]

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“Excuse me,” Joonmyeon spoke up behind his mask, glad that there were not many others around. “I’m a little bit lost, do you happen to know where we are?” He wasn’t really supposed to be here, not on his own anyway. But for once he had just wanted some peace and quiet by himself. “I’ve never been in this part before.” 

[hrrcane-blog]

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

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「 ❈ 」“ I wasn’t going to say apologize, mon cheri.” Ian believed even if she HATED violence there would be times when people actually deserved a good punch to the face. It wasn’t always, rarely in fact that she would think like this.  However, with the events that took place and her slightly  jumpy state before hand; she believed that one of those RARE moments had happen. “ I was going to ask you if you are okay.”  She wasn’t going to ask for the victim’s state already too torn in between her usual morals. “ Let me see your hands to see if you need any first aid.” And there she was, putting others before her needs. It was a usual  Ianthina sight.

[hrrcane-blog]

@encvgh purchased  a white candle

「 ❈ 」 “your voice.”  was it too forward? Maybe just a little for the hyperactive Female but she couldn’t stop herself. Not when a beauty like his voice existed. It would  be rude of her not to compliment the singer, for after his performance; Ianthina knew she would be coming back just to listen to him sing.  “it’s really heavenly, monsieur. I’m sorry for interrupting your time off the stage but, I just didn’t want to leave without giving thanks to you.” Jazz wasn’t an easy genre to capture.  The passion and soul, and pain the music carried, no one could really copy the feeling. It was either you had the voice for it or you didn’t and he, this unknown adonis surely did have the talent. “ So thank you.”

[pxjiminx]

@encvgh:

[ → ] Are you okay? Do you need me to call somebody? You look horrible. Those were things he heard ridiculously often. “I am.” He replied shortly, his slender fingers running through the dirty, greasy locks of blond hair. He looked terrible, indeed, but that was basically his normal state.

Quick and to the point. It seemed Jimin was being faced with responses that he never expected. Or maybe, just maybe he was terrible at reading people and should stop coming up with scenarios in his head prior to to interacting with others. Regardless, the vocalist had a hard time believing the answer he'd been given.

"Are you.. Sure? I mean, you look..." He trailed off and subtly cringed, obviously struggling to find a way to voice his concern without sounding offensive. The man didn't look good. But actually saying that felt a bit wrong to him. "You don't need anything?"