#keullustarter

[lluxzero]

honestly, it really was true zero fashion to arrive back on the scene of keullu like this. months of nothing from the medic, and then suddenly the white haired boy was back as if nothing had happened ; the blood dripping slightly from his hands was enough to show for that. zero didn’t even know if anything had changed in that time either, or if the territories had changed, which is really why he doesn’t care too much as he wanders around the different alleys and exchanges with curiosity. things could change in a year and through ignoring all of the calls he could possibly get from any of his fellow gang members, zero was successfully oblivious to what any of that could be. successfully not caring too as he wiped the blood on his jacket and continued wandering with a wonder to what he’d see, or more so, who he’d run into.

[llumaeve]

IT  SELDOM  EVER  COMES  TO  THIS.           maeve  is  seldom  ever  the  weakest  link  in  any  equation,  always  positioning  herself  where  she’ll  be  most  successful,  but  she  learns  the  hard  way  that  there  isn’t  always  room  to  tell.  he  is  a   regular  after  all  (  well,  he  had  been  )  and  she  hadn’t  expected  cold  hands  tightly  around  her  throat,  murmured  threats  into  her  ear,  and  a  fist  against  her  porcelain  countenance.  

          (  she  rips  herself  out  of  his  grip,  loses  yet  another  piece  of  who  she  wishes  to  be  on  those  dirty  sheets,  «  you  fucker  !  »,  there’s  a  piercing  pain  throbbing  on  her  temple,  she  wants  to  go  home  but  doesn’t  know  where  that’s  supposed  to  be  anymore  so  she  runs,  barefoot  in  a  thin  dress  into  the  freezing  night  )

          the  streets  are  quiet,  eerily  so,  and  mae  wraps  her  arms  around  herself  to  imagine  warmth.  a  single  trail  of  blood  trickles  down  her  cheek,  but  she  makes  no  effort  to  wipe  it  away.  her  ripped  dress  makes  her  an  easy  victim  for  people  and  mother  nature  all  the  same,  but  she  doesn’t  care  —  she  survives  anything  and  that’s  her  biggest  curse.  she  can  only  pray  the  night  will  leave  her  lonely  until  she  gets  back  to  the  soleil.

[minjoonxllu]

a   l i t t l e   s o m e t h i n g;

--- minjoon wasn’t one to smoke very often. it came occasionally, when the stress was high. he didn’t like the stench, nor the taste very much. it was damaging to his work as an escort, the yellowing of teeth and stark odour not something of favor. he did enjoy taking ‘a smoke break’ here and there; social pressure more or less taking him along with his ‘coworkers’. now he was standing outside the building, the establishment not flashy in any way. if you looked closely, you could make out its purpose. but if one did not already know what service was done behind the bricks he was leaning against on, then it was probably for the better. one’s money would stay in the pocket.  it was quite a boring evening for minjoon. he had stood there in the cold for some time, eyes following the shady figures running past or into the establishment. his boredom was cured for a moment when his eyes caught sight of a figure seeming to walk past the building, only to halt and stare at the dark bricks. he couldn’t make out most of the features on the silhouette’s face in the poor street light but he was intrigued by nontheless. “hey you.” minjoon called out to the silhouette, hoping to catch their attention. “you look like you could need a good time.” a small grin formed on his lips, a quirk of the eyebrow towards the other.