Haeun looks up at Asher and shakes her head. “No, no I’m fine. I don’t really like marshmallows.” She points her attention back to her phone, reading through emails.
“What? Really?” Asher learned something new everyday, and today, it was that his friend doesn’t like marshmallows. He wasn’t a fan of sweets either, but usually little marshmallows made up hot chocolate, and almost whatever hot beverage there was. Finishing up with preparing the drink, he walked over to the female and handed the cup over to her. “Here you go. Hot chocolate with.. no little marshmallows.”
all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . haexn ) – - status: not accepting!!
How he didn’t mean to be rude– - suddenly drowning in the animosity of fatigue, Soohyun finally averts his gaze elsewhere, long slender digits running through raven black strands of hair. Long limbs takes two steps back before the smoke fumes out of his lips once more, the dimlit stick dropping from his hands as he steps and turns it into ashes. Unusually inattentive, his eyes travel up to meet the eyes of the stranger before him, unsure of how to apologize. A small stretch of silence rolls in through the atmosphere before his feet shuffles and makes a noise, along the car keys inside the pocket of his coat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, miss. I think one on the arm will do . . . unless you have a rare disease or something.” He involuntarily shifted his feet a few steps away from the female, laughing rather awkwardly. “Just making sure.”
He knew she was sick but.. Getting a shot in the ass doesn’t seem necessary. “I think they would give you a shot in the arm? Don’t worry okay? I’m sure you’ll get well after it.”
“There’s medication for this sort of stuff, you know? Maybe you should take it.”
Hallucination Starters:
— XXX & Currently Accepting
Murphy’s Law states that anything can, and will go wrong, and Myungsoo, who wished for nothing more than a relaxing night out, received far more than he bargained for. His pace dies down, steps come to an end, and he rests the center of his palm against the temple of his forehead. His body is swerving, side to side in a slow, tedious sway as his eyelids are weighed down by the immutable need to sit down and rest. Myungsoo wasn’t feeling well, has tried to suppress this sensation multiple times, but each attempt served him no good. If anything, it only made the following symptoms worse.
The immortal now finds himself leaning against a wall, bicep pressed t the flat of it as he involuntarily slides down the surface until his knees come crashing down against the cobblestone ridden pathway. Hallucinations appear, swerving images gracing his peripheral even whilst his eyes remain shut. He wasn’t anywhere near the right state of mind, thoughts of what he could have done before the incident have become a blur. He feels vulnerable, he feels weak, and he hates nothing more than weakness.
“Fuck,” was the only comment earned from him, his voice breathless, void of wellness. He removes his hand from his cranium, presses it against the ground, before pushing himself up and onto his feet. What comes next in the immortal’s life is the sight of a woman, peeking through the narrow crack between the buildings to quench the curiosity coursing through her veins. Were her questions answered when she had seen him? Myungsoo doesn’t know, and he doesn’t really care to.
He stares at her, eyes tracing the sharp slope of her brow and the cigarette jostled between her lips. She looks tough, fierce - the kind of woman overprotective parents would urge their children to stay away from, much like himself. His father has reminded him, multiple times, that he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and this saying happens to share a relation when meeting new people. He’s the first to tear his gaze away from her, fingers curled into a tight fist, and he walks down the pathway, brushing past her within a matter of seconds. He doesn’t know her, and she doesn’t know him. There was no point in sticking around, but all thoughts flee his mind when he staggers off to the side, grips a lamp post within a closed fist, and groans.
He can hear her follow him, her words poison to his ego.
“There’s medication for this sort of stuff, you know? Maybe you should take it.”
Medication isn’t accessible after midnight; stores are closed and pharmacist / employees are resting in their homes. It takes him another minute to recollect himself, spine straightened and he begins walking once more, completely ignoring the female behind him. Maybe it was rude, maybe even selfish, but he doesn’t have time to spare a stranger. Not when he’s on the brim of losing consciousness.
-He was on another stupidly simple errand run for his boss. The job this time was to scope out some office building and take pictures of everyone who came and went, basically simple grunt work he felt was a show of disrespect that he was forced to do this.
-“This is such bullshit.”
-The toe of his boot kicked at a stray rock on the concrete as he perched on the hood of his car, he occasionally pulled out his phone to act like he was texting someone when really he just took more pictures. So. Difficult. His mind was so numb from the task that he started to try and distract himself from the work, eyes wandered around to find a game to amuse himself with.
-That was when she appeared.
-Even he had to admit this strange woman had a sort of dark iridescent beauty about her, even if she didn't lead to trouble it was at least a bit of amusement for the night.
-"Hey, girl. Yeah, you over there. I'm not trying to be a creepy guy but can I ask you something?"
