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[guttersniper]

@hnjwn​​​ said: you remind me of myself at your age.

how much of these hills is gold.

something in mutt’s face, slowly, shifts as joowon admits that. not quite a softening, not quite a melting away, but a sidelong slip from the harsher edge of a wolf’s wary snapping toward something that, still watchful, carries with it too a hint of something almost resembling confusion in the furrow of his brow.

that’s not a good thing, he wants to say. it only goes so far as to show in a brief heart’s pulse flicker in his eyes. he could remind him that they’re really nothing alike, that he doesn’t know the full weight behind what he’s saying, but -- everyone’s got their own shit, and it isn’t a competition, and he doesn’t want him to feel less than in his anger, his grief, because he didn’t go through exactly what he has. there are locked rooms inside of everyone. 

“ you must’ve been a pretty shit kid, then. “ it’s one of those half-defiant, half self-deprecating comments he might remember being used to from him.

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little town, big cop, bad combination; at least it is for her. he is the son of one of the most powerful men in korean law enforcement- someone hanako had had the displeasure of meeting several times over the course of her career. but blood, she knows, does not promise anything. his merits are his own, and that’s what makes han joo won a problem for her. because he isn’t arrogant, not really, just very good at his job.

there’s a halting, wary, respect for law enforcement. the times she’s worked with them, times she’s worked alongside them, taught her that some members of that thin blue line are really in it for the right reasons. other times, more often, she’s seen the corruption that slips through the cracks and rots the system from the inside. she’s worked with those ones too. of course, there’s always to possibility that an officer with a sharp mind and solid set of morals could take a less than savoury interest in her work; unregistered weapons, ability to kill, history of it. but that doesn’t worry her too ardently - the only problem it raises is being separated from her charge. the corruption will pardon her eventually. he is one of those officers.

“ you look tired. ” it’s the first thing she says to him, no greeting, it’s not necessary, at least in her opinion. “ this sleepy little town not as sleepy as it appears? exhausting it’s officers? ”

[sommerfelds]

@greenelight and @hnjwn sent 🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  

          samuel vacillates pretty dramatically between being a social butterfly and a bit of a shut - in.  on one hand, he  does  absolutely value and crave companionship and he does  want  to have people around him  ...  up and to a point.  the flip side of that is that he does have a tendency to self - isolate, especially when he’s having a depressive slump or when he’s having a particularly deep creative period, during which he tends to basically push everyone away, isolate himself, and just   write.   in social situations, he’s not withdrawn necessarily, but he’s also not constantly putting himself out there ;  

          ultimately, there’s also this issue where he kind of  ...  romanticizes  his social life either one way or the other.  he’ll romanticize and idealize his friendships   (  or relationships otherwise  )   the same way he’ll absolutely romanticize being alone.   (  bohemian artist vs. tortured genius, is really how he subconsciously frames it  -  and he’ll lean into either, depending on how his life is generally going.

FRUITY HEADCANON PROMPTS.

[guttersniper]

@hnjwn​ said: ‘ you get into a fight, or did you beat him up, or what? ’

ja/mes b/aldwin.

“ -- you’re nosy. “ he fixes him with ever-sharp gaze, looking at him as if he could smell his naivety. “ i wouldn’t give a cop the answer to that question, anyway. “

[guttersniper]

@hnjwn​ said: ❝ the only bit i can remember is just before. just before it starts. ❞

lamb.

sharp brown eyes flick up at the vague remark. hands busy themselves with unpeeling a warm sweet potato of its skin, after the golden inside that had been roasted to perfection. he takes his first bite, speaks through the mouthful. “ he’s not going to like you not memorizing his hit single word for word. “ 

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@hnjwn​ said: ❛  for someone as perceptive as you are, you’ve got some very odd blindspots.  ❜

assassin’s apprentice. 

his jaw hardens. he’s sure he’ll crack a tooth, but he hardly thinks he’d care if that happened. he’s built enough walls to throw up at any given moment, made of steel and barbed wire. true enough that he is hardened to most anything thrown his way, and he doesn’t know why this one got underneath his skin. there are parts of him, even now, that remain vulnerable, if not quite soft, under the rough scratch and barbed sting of prickly exterior. 

he wishes he knew how joowon managed to find it, this blindspot. he’ll beat himself up for it when he’s alone. wherever that will be, he’ll be there until the waves of hurt stop breaking over him like relentless tsunami waves. 

“ -- fuck you. “ he doesn’t realize the lump in his throat is bitter with unshed tears. it didn’t reach his voice, they never reach his voice, but the sudden hotness he has to speak around is fucking unmistakable. he doesn’t say anything else. his hands pulse where they’re curled at his sides, and he turns on his heel. 

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@hnjwn​​ said: you don’t have to tell me what i already know.

everything begins and ends at the kentucky club.

“ ‘kay. “ feigned nonchalance, premature bite taken from a barely-thawed popsicle. hurts, a little, in the way the brain freezes are oft to do, but he ignores it best he can. a slight crease in-between his brows is the only indication of easily weathered pain. “ what’re you getting him, then? “ the response comes with hardly a beat in between joowon closing his mouth and taking a breath. subject of jihoon’s birthday -- only about a week away -- had kept the small community abuzz. “ i won’t tell. “

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mutt tugs the worn, fraying edges of oversized hoodie’s sleeves further over his hands. “ korea isn’t the only place you’ve lived, is it? “ he says it in english, the language feeling wrong in his mouth after months of expressly not speaking it -- even when anything else gave him up as not native. he blends in well enough. no one looks for a ghost. you can’t kill a ghost. not really. 

“ i remember that about you. when you first came. “ his boot tip scuffs against the worn floors of jae-yi’s shop. remembers how gwang-young never stopped talking about it. then again, he never stops talking about anything. “ ...where else have you traveled to? “