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[vxtiosus]

a starter for @ethvrl  | status ; not accepting 

There is a comfortable silence resting over the room where they sit, a familiar place for both of them. Hyunshik does not rush the other, instead he lets him take all the time he needs -- to think of his answer throughout before voicing it.

                                          ‘Think of a word that might suit your inner self the best, in your own opinion. It can be anything, it doesn’t need to be an adjective.’

He writes down notes as he waits, movements slow as his hand rests against the small notebook he keeps at hand during the sessions; finding it less distressing compared to huge file papers. There is a short glance at Will’s direction, just to check, before his eyes lower back. Car honks somewhere outside the walls, breaking the calming silence for a second before it settles back again.

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

       { continued from here with @ethvrl    Bomin didn’t think his fears would come back so soon. Not after he met Félix. With said male, the art student felt lighter, he felt better, as if no dark clouds covered his skies. Yet, the less time they spent together, the more did Bomin grew depressed and he couldn’t really tell the other without looking like a complete failure, a disaster nobody wanted. Who knew, maybe Félix was better off without him? Someone so weak and fragile, self-destructive at times, what good would he do the soft soul of the chocolatier? Ears failed to notice that someone stepped inside his room, the sobbing louder than any other noise the art student could take in. He jolted at once, even continued shivering in Félix’s embrace, “F-f-félix...” Oh, how Bomin wished he could just jump into the other’s arms, hold him tightly but his fears held him back, arms barely touching his lover, afraid that he might burn. “W-what are you doing here? Why did you come?” And again, it was the fear inside of him, dominating the male’s mind.

[vxtiosus]

❛ how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch. ❜ {ƒrom Will}

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“Such dark words to hear on a such a beautiful day, William. But doesn’t  death touch everything; that would mean all love is terrible, which I find hard to believe. Death makes life more valuable, as we know our days are running fewer and fewer with every passing second--- should we not celebrate life as we are living it, instead of worrying what tomorrow might bring?” 

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{sponge} from Félix

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.  | @ethvrl ( NOT accepting )

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

Now usually, it would be Bomin who initiated things or suggested cuddle sessions and he didn’t mind, he loved spoiling Félix whenever he could. So the least thing the art student would expect when he got home was for the other to wait for him, wearing a big grin on his features. Bomin had a long day. His professor scolded him, inspiration didn’t strike and he left his studio without actually achieving his goal for the day, leaving him completely drained. They must have had some kind of telepathic connection Félix simply knew the other too well by now that he managed to prepare all this. “Félix, what…” His bag carelessly thrown to the side, Bomin let his lover take him by the hand and bring him into the bathroom, illuminated by simple yet beautiful candle lights. Their shadows danced on the walls, intertwined like their souls were. Mind the sappiness, it perfectly displayed what the artist experienced in his heart and no words were spilled until Félix tugged at Bomin’s clothes with a shy expression. Only then the male noticed the water inside the bathtub, foam decorating the surface. In no time, both were inside the tub, hot water surrounding their bodies yet just this once, the chocolatier wanted to be the one holding the other. He kept on surprising Bomin so the art student submitted to his boyfriend with big interest, eyes growing with love and anticipation. Soon, he felt the soft material of a sponge on his back and a content moan slipped past his parted lips. “That ... feels so nice,” Bomin exclaimed with a sigh and leaned against Félix. “You can continue soon but first let us enjoy this moment. Thank you for this, you know? You always seem to sense what I need, that’s more I could ever ask for. I love you for that -- and more.” 

[vxtiosus]

❛ death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. ❜ {from Will}

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“And there is no fear in your eyes, at least not one that is easy for one to notice. Some might think, if it really does not exist in you, or have you simply mastered the talent of hiding it from eyes of others’. But regarding your words, I do hope such intimacy will not push you over the edge; playing with fire usually makes you end up with burnt fingers, William.”

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@ethvrl said: {congrats! i was rooting for you tbh - it was well deserved, no doubt :)}

[ thank you, love! I’m pretty sure your country rocked that stage as well, because, c’mon, it’s Eurovision and if there’s something Eurovision is not is boring! however, I didn’t like the song at first but after a few tries, since it was all over the place, I started to catch myself humming to it. for once, I’m glad that I was proven wrong! ]

@oftheoi said: whispers.. spoilers.. should be under readmores.. but congrats

[ I’m sorry ;; that may have been reckless of mine, but I couldn’t help it. I’ genuinely surprised and needed to share it. but thank you, dear! ]

@nvpch said:  (MORE LIKE... ONDE TA O CAPS?)

[ deve ter ficado perdido no Marquês ou em Fátima╭( ･ㅂ･)و  ]

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

   The spa was nothing fancy, it was moderate, affordable but was known for its excellent service. When Hyejin opened it, she set her goal not too high and she wanted people of all classes to enjoy it. Granted, she would occasionally feed on them, yet she was not one to kill. Over the years, the siren found ways without doing so and it had worked out for her. Today, as on many other days, Hyejin worked at the spa herself. Many would think she would lean back and let her personnel do the work but for one, there was only a handful of people and two, she enjoyed her work.   Hyejin talked to her receptionist, checking the booked spa sessions when she heard someone enter. Another customer, it seemed. The siren didn’t always feed on their energy, only when she felt weak and needed to regain her strength – like today. A young man came in, innocent in his appearance and immediately, she was the one to greet him. “Welcome, I’m Hyejin, the owner of this spa. How can I help you? Do you have an appointment?”          ❤️ @ethvrl​