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[ghxhowon]

amon koutarou!

AMON KOUTAROU: have you ever been betrayed by someone you trusted deeply?

You see red encircled by pitch black, the other side a regular shape of brown. Ugly protrusions from skin, at least you assume they are attached to her. Her lips, pretty and pink, say something you fail to catch. The world muffled. Rage coursing through your veins causing a pounding in your temples — the only thing you are able to hear. The world has tipped to its side, a rug has been pulled out from beneath you, you lose balance. You demand why. ( Why participate? Why me? Why now? )

Her lips, pretty and pink, say help me.You turn your back on her.

Howon finds his hands formed into fists and force them to relax. He stares at them for a while, extricating himself from memories. For a long time, time that can no longer return, he brewed in resentment, felt as if someone had wedged a knife from behind his back, slipping it in between his ribs. Stupid. Thoughtless. Stubborn. A fool is what he is.

“No,” he exhales. Years later he still feels as if there is something wedged in his throat, still feels like mourning. “I count myself fortunate.” He leaves it there and doesn’t mention how he betrayed another’s trust.

[ghxnina]

takizawa seidou!

❈ — takizawa seidou: are you afraid of death?

   Despite death being a well known concept in both the human and ghoul world, it was a strange thing to her. It wasn’t that she feared it, at least she thought so, after all death was no stranger to her. She had sent an uncountable number of persons, humans and ghouls alike, into their demise— no death was no stranger, but not a dear friend either.

   “No, I’m not” would be her immediate answer. Never once had she feared for her own life, she hadn’t known the sensation of everything you love and hold dear slip through her fingers, mainly due to her not having much she held precious. However, had she, her answer would surely be the opposite.

[ghanbyul-blog]

: chance encounters :

( flirty starter for @ghjaebum )

even amongst all the people in the park, hana recognizes the fiery colored mop of hair. he looks terribly out of place with all the children running around and currently having their fill of the sprawling playground. he’s much too serious looking as he broods in order to successfully blend in with the rest the scenery. her eye easily catches the way his shoulders are slumped and she laughs to herself thinking about how he must be tired from another day’s work. 

so, instead of purchasing just one cup of coffee, she presses the button for another one on the vending machine as an idea comes to her. the walk to him consists only of a few steps and the noise of the playing children masks the sound of her arrival -- for which she is grateful. 

“we really need to stop meeting like this.” she says in greeting as she takes the empty space beside him for herself, her hand outstretched to him as she offers him the coffee. “i told you to not work so hard, didn’t i? don’t you know that i may not always be around to make your day better with coffee.”

[ghanbyul-blog]

I want the K!

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love: Open! 17. Goofy kiss

Playing with fire is said to be dangerous but Hana’s always willing to make exemptions if said fire looks as good as the person who just walked through the cafe’s doors. 

It’s been slow afternoon therefore a CCG sighting, no matter how harmless, is enough to rustles some tail feathers. The atmosphere inside the cafe suddenly shifts and she doesn’t blame the patrons for reacting in such a manner; it’s better to be safe than sorry after all and too much blood has been spilled because of carelessness. 

Ever the brave one, she walks up to the young man’s table without much of a care for how the others inside the room react. The Owl Cafe is neutral territory so there isn’t any reason why she shouldn’t wait on him just because of his affiliations -- she knows better than that. “It looks like you’ve had a long day.” She starts off as if she’s speaking to someone she already knows but Hana has always been carefree and friendly. 

He looks surprised but this doesn’t deter her. A steaming latte is placed in front of him as a response and she beams as his expression morphs from surprised to confused. “It’s on the house. You shouldn’t have anything too caffeinated when you’re tired like this.” Then she walks off to another table. 

About an hour later, she slides into the seat in front of him and smiles at him as if they aren’t complete strangers. “You have something on your face.” She points out with a chuckle but before he can make a move to remove it himself, she leans across the table and licks the whipped cream off the corner of his lips through a quick kiss. 

“Don’t work so hard next time, handsome.”