#fcxdara

[taserhwan]

im ur favorite right ;;; like right after eunji

hmmm......... (` pauses for effect) OF COURSE YOU ARE, YOU DUMB BUTT (` quickly clings to)

[fcxaphorism]

hello, my name is 「 park sandara 」 and my chosen word is 「 strike 」!

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your bicep as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of speed strike, and must follow the guidelines below :

if user misses — they risk hurting themselves immensely.

balance, gravity, and mass are still aspects that will affect user.

requires a large amount of food to serve as fuel.

[fcxyeol]

[ text ] long faces are kinda hard to avoid as of late … not that you’d know anything abt that, mr.”vitamin d” u n u.

[ text ] … ok but the fact that you saw me looking out of my window is kinda creepy too don’t ya think ;;

[ text ] ……….. chanyeol are you calling me a clown. pls i am way cuter  —

[ text ] nothing ;; just the same stuff. y’know … eating. texting. resting at doctor’s ( and omen’s ) orders — i’ve been trying to walk around campus a lot more though!! 

[ text ] what about you? i heard that you’re getting popularrrrrrrr *v*

| txt | hey, everyone has their bad days.  i do too, but you've been a little too wistful as of late, tiny.  it's creeping me out. 

| txt | .... you know i train at night around campus i am no such thing, please.  why would i creep on your room anyway if i wanted to look in on a girl's bedroom i wouldn't mention it in a text weirdo

| txt | CLOWNS ARE CUTE.  you know. sometimes. when they don't look like they want to rip your head off like they do in it

| txt | ... don't judge the clowns they have feelings too and that'd be like judging urself, tiny.

| txt | yeah? you've been getting better, haven't you? proud that you've been walking around. next you're going to be in the danger room with me so be prepared B) 

| txt | ... what are you talking about i've been popular / cue that ' everybody loves me ' song 

[xfcxanon-blog]

❝ mothra vs godzilla ❞ byunghun & dara

(. txt ) ha-ha-ha

(. txt ) if you are making an attempt at stabbing my pride then you've come poorly equipped

(. txt ) maybe i should just show you why calculus is so fascinating instead.

( / the digitized messages are sent, rerouted through control channels and inevitably into the hands of the girl with wolves underneath her skin and a heart painted with gold. there’s no force applied now, though nerves still create knots in his wrists, arms, jaw, but he doesn’t need to conquer any self-doubt to talk to her, doesn’t think about blood on his hands. he walks through the corridors without slowing his pace and images of godzilla have invaded his mind, classic tales alluding to nuclear attacks poking at his brain and memories of staying up into mid-morning to finish several movies in the legendary collection keep his attention sharp, and he’s ready, so ready for this marathon that his soul might jump from his body and tapdance the rest of the way to dara’s dorm. instead of that, he just knocks on the dormitory’s door twice before entering anyways, door clicking behind him and backpack heavy upon his shoulders ) dara you better have that war paint on, i won’t forgive you if you’re not prepared to handle the daikaiju menace. ( / he tugs at the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling the material up to his elbows because he means business - ignoring how his trusty pajama pants are patterned with spaced-out cat heads. the tip of his shoe meets the door to her room, colliding with it a few times in moderate consideration to not actually damage the wood ) i won’t tolerate weakness. are you ready? ( / killing time - okay, maybe he is a bit on the edge. the girl still somewhat unfamiliar and the circumstances in which they met still occasionally brings nightmares to his sleep. but whatever, he removes his shoes and enters without any further warning, peeking his head in, pushing brown fringe out of his face ) i brought my laptop, which is what i have the movies saved onto. i’m taking this seriously, as you can see, we’re not wasting any time. ( / and there’s no real need to strain her, though time has past and the infirmary had discharged her, and grinning he ventures into dara territory, slinging the bag off a shoulder and dissecting it promptly because it’s time to fucking party )

[xfc-krp]

puts a pillow under your head bc keyboards aren't comfy

[taserhwan]

wolves ( ayyy )

your character dying in my character’s arms.

oh please don't go -- we'll eat you up -- we love you so!

blood. dense, hot liquid. overflowing the cracks between his fingertips and mattered fur, staining his paling skin red. in the dim lights of the hallway ken felt the wolf underneath him shudder and heard it whimper, felt the blood pulsing as it left her body and oxygenated.

he was afraid, so afraid - chest tight and breathing short, gasping almost.

the nightmares, the fear, memories and voices trapped inside his skull were so god dam loud and they were all coming out into the open to show their gruesome faces to the light.

but in that moment, he felt so still - so silent. time had stopped. ken believed that if he lost another person in his life, he too would surely die. he could feel another part of him being pulled apart as dara lay in his grip - bleeding out from the multiple gun shots. the void in him grew.

he pulled the girl closer, her wolf form so much heavier than he had ever expected it to be. she whimpered again, snapped her head in his direction as if she was going to bite him because of the pain - but didn't.

"i'm sorry dara,"

his voice broke, not even trying to hide the tears that were building. ken tried to apply more pressure on her wounds.

"you'll be fine! i'm going to get you out of here," never would he have left her to die like this, whimpering and shuddering. not if he had the chance to save her. slowly he tried to pick her up, using all the strength he had been training towards. but she didn't whimper, she yelped - she howled. and she struggled and the blood got everywhere. if he moved her she would lose too much blood - if he didn't move her she would lose too much blood. one was less painful then the other.

"fuck--!"

once more ken slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. he kept dara close, brushing his fingertips through her fur - feeling the way each shallow breath she took. it would be any moment now until she was gone. gone forever, blown out like a candle in the wind - sending jaehwan into a dark place he would not be able to escape so easily.

"don't go," he begged, though he knew she could do nothing.

"please don't go like the others."

she whimpered and he choked.

"i'll miss you too,"

then dara's shallow breathing ceased.

the wolf was now a girl in ken's grip and he pulled her closer than before, holding her tighter than he normally would. another part of him had died with his friend and soon he would become nothing - just a living corpse whose cares had become ash, scattered in the wind.

[fcxsura]

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[taserhwan]

` you'll be in my heart

he had been so out of the loop that the sky could have been falling in or pigs could have started flying and jaehwan would never have realized. he wouldn't care about those kind of things either - but when sandara park's injuries had come up in casual conversation with another in the library he had dropped every book he was about to borrow.

there was panic of how bad it all was. he had heard the words 'shot' and 'stabbed' in those short sentences and he could only imagine the worst.

and maybe this was a new fear - the fear of losing everyone and everything that he knew. already so many had disappeared that if jaehwan lost anyone else he would surely find himself falling apart at the seams. so of course, when hearing that dara had been hurt - jaehwan did the first thing he could.

at first he went to the infirmary, expecting to see her in one of those little white and uncomfortable beds. but they were all empty, each bed made and blankets pushed in under mattresses. the nurses told him that dara was now in her dorm for the sake of her comfort and recovery - they couldn't even put another word in before jaehwan had quickly bowed, thanked them, and was off again.

dara was someone jaehwan held very dear to his heart. she was like family, someone he could rely on, someone who cared for him. jaehwan remembered back to the discord when he received a message from her - it had given him strength to keep going and help save those people that he did.

he took the trail to the female end of the dormitories, to the number he had to learn at christmas time when giving dara a mug of hot coco. jaehwan didn't take a second to start knocking away, giving five good knocks.(he would start singing frozen songs if he wasn't so stressed)

"dara open up!"