#gohsted

[vigil4nted]

     “ WAIT - I’VE GOT it. ” He’s putting something in the room. “ LEON. HEY. BABY ME. GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU. ”

[screamformemore]

@gohsted - Ji-Hu

His whole body was trembling, shaking. He nearly bit his knuckle in delight refraining only to cover his mouth. What a gift. What a remarkable gift. His grin spread wide and toothy. Laughter tumbled out of him. Ecstatic. Elated. The whiplash of it all still haden't left him, stunning his mind and keeping focus on only one thing. Ji-Hu.

The idol walked up to him quickly and took his face into his hands. A doll to observe. A toy to inspect. Piercing yellow eyes in took all of him. "I forgot how handsome you were, Ji-Hu." He exhaled heavily, slowly. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. "Oh, I'll take such good care of you this time. I promise." No matter how much you break, you'll always come back here.

He must look so different himself, the soft quiet sweetheart he was always dressed in sweaters and pastels now swathed in dramatic and vibrant fashion. He bit his lip. Take me in, my dear. Take in all of me. Soon, I'll be all you know. "I won't let you go. Nothing will take you from me this time. Not even death." And he helped himself to a hungry kiss.

[ncvabcrn]

   “THAT’S RIGHT, YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK    AT PICTURES OF LEON WITH A TRAMP STAMP ANYMORE.”

[ncvabcrn]

   @gohsted​ ( leon ! )

   “WHY’RE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT? i didn’t do this.”    referring to the display of carcasses sprawled across the floor,    seemingly recent ones too. while ally was capable of carnage,    if there’s anything they weren’t, it’s a liar. whatever or whoever    did this, clearly had no regard for any life.

   hands idly fidget with the tag on their collar.    the whole event only makes them uneasy.

   “it- it’s probably not safe to be here.”

[vigil4nted]

jung-hwan was terrified when he spotted ji-woon, his heart aching as he stepped back close to the lit barrel. upon feeling the warmth, he turned and jumped away quickly from the fire. fire that once calmed him, the time where he would just stare at a candle for hours on end long gone; replaced with the fear of fire. trying to ignore it, he glanced over to ji-woon. "why are you here?"

@gohsted​ | hak ji-woon ♥

     NONE OF THAT was anything he wanted to see or hear. To watch one he’d adored so much flinch away from something that had been his calming mechanism. To hear those words levied at him. I never wanted to hurt you. I loved you. I loved you ! Lips part, but the words just don’t come out. No sound does. He’s speechless, helpless, without control.       His hands start to shake. Losing it - he’s losing it. His heart weeps and his chest feels stabbed through. There isn’t any respite, there’s no cure. He relives his worst mistake again. The heinous fucking crime. He’d let it all happen; all because he was enraptured by the idea their calls were them finally coming around to loving him. His heart was sick. He was sick.       Why did no one help him before it became too late ?       “ You... You... ” He trails off. “ You shouldn’t... be here. ” What did he do wrong ? Why was the Entity putting him through this now ? “ You - I - ” His bat slips through his fingers and clatters to the ground. His hand reaches out - and he sees the blood on him and flinches back. A step back is taken. Horrified, for once, at what he is. What he’s become. Would Jung-Hwan call him a monster ? Wouldn’t he deserve that ? Hatred. Animosity. He knows he deserves it. A million years of it for what he done.       But he wants forgiveness. He wants to be understood. He wants a second chance. He wants to do it right.       “ I - ” His voice cracks, his heart breaks. Tears threaten to spill over. I can’t. It echoes in his mind - and for the first time since he entered the fog - Ji-Woon runs away.

[vigil4nted]

@gohsted​ | starter w MacReady

     “ ONE OF THE most difficult parts of this is finding people in my shack. ” MacReady pauses in the doorway to it, spotting out the lost looking blond. He’d spotted him wandering outside, then in here. Sure, sometimes the Entity fucked around and put a generator in his home, but not this time.       “ You look more than a little lost. Need an escort ? ” MacReady offers a friendly smile, the base is his territory, he knows it like the back of his hand. No better guide out there.

[vigil4nted]

leon extends out a container of sweets, laced with blood (who's? his, obviously). it's a fair amount, and still managed to be well done despite being lightheaded the whole way through baking them. his eyes were on the container, not wanting to upset the other further with staring. " sorry. " he's not good at this, as it turns out.

@gohsted​ | vampire ji-woon ♥

     “ SORRY ? ” JI-WOON QUESTIONS it immediately, though he reaches out to take the container offered. Opening it, he takes a smell - catching the scent of blood within the sweets. So they won’t make him sick - as long as he’s got enough blood already in him. Not something to eat when hungry. His body didn’t take it well without enough blood in the system to gain nutrients from. What a pain.       “ You come all this way, make these, just to apologize ? ” Ji-Woon raises a quizzical brow. “ I would have thought my attitude alone would have been enough to keep anyone away. I don’t understand why you went out of your way like this. ” The lid to the container is placed back, and he motions for the rookie to come with him.       “ Undoubtedly you used your blood for these - and it smells relatively fresh. ” A sigh passes. “ Come with me. I have things for humans stored away in my suite. I’ll let you in, get you back on your feet properly. It’s the least I can do for you. ”

[vigil4nted]

leon peeks over the gen, then gently gives a toolbox to ji-woon. hewwo.

@gohsted​ | hak ji-woon ♥

     THAT... IS NOT something he likes to see. Eyes narrow, trust isn’t there. Not yet. No reason for it. So many rude survivors. So many trying to steal his spotlight. No one is genuine. This doesn’t read genuine.       “ Are my skills not up to your standards ? ” He doesn’t take the offered toolbox; instead simply levying an accusation first.