#hauntbroken

[hauntbreaker]

                        SPENDING THE NIGHTS IN THE DANCE STUDIO  had become somewhat of a ritual, its brick walls apt in keeping the demons noise out. whether minah actually managed to get any sleep or not didn’t faze her, knowing the chances of being visited was larger here than anywhere else ( or so she had started to believe ).   ❛  woojin... ❜  called out in a whimper, the name still foreign on her tongue; it was by far not the first time she had uttered it, especially when drifting in and out of sleep.  ❛  why are people like this? ❜  why did they break her wardrobe locks for fun?  why did they disown her for something she couldn’t control?  and why did her heart hurt so damn much whenever thinking of him?   ❛  it’s so cruel... ❜  hushed tears stained the mat underneath, exhaustion finally creeping up on her after a competitive week.

* ~ @hauntbroken​

[myosi]

                GUARDIAN BOWED IN DUE GREETING, the mansion towering above like some haunted castle.   ❛  ‘tis good to see you again, kim woojin-ssi.  ❜  even for one whose memory of names was severely lacking, his had somehow stuck to the back of her mind throughout time. upon entering, basket was brought to kitchen table as any offering would.  ❛  i brought you fresh peaches. from okhwang, ‘fcourse.  ❜  it was the least she could do, the fruit full of divine vigor and health benefits ( not that they would cure his heartache, but that was another topic of its own ).   ❛  you’ve been busy lately, no?  ❜  once a month she would check in or so, providing assistance whether it be something as simple as polishing silver, or updating each other on the latest threats lurking in the underground.

* ~ @hauntbroken​

[hauntbreaker]

* ~ @hauntbroken​​ : [ trail + reversed ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

                        IT WAS NEVER LADYLIKE TO STARE,  and yet kyesun always remained utterly b e w i t c h e d when exposed to his beauty. his body was a map she’d traveled all over, finger tracing new lines each night spent in his keep. more than anything she wondered what battles it had endured before reaching their sanctuary, the emergence of each scar a testimony to his ferociousness.   ❛  where is this from?  ❜  nail paused along the ridge of an old wound, its marking too precise to be anything of the fumbling kind.