#lavtiena

[kkotseo]

— in response to @lavtiena

Tipsy, she would consider herself to be tipsy. No more, no less. It is a habit of hers: the incessant denial of being drunk, too drunk to function. Seoah refuses to be categorized as incapable to act like a decent human being just because of a few glasses of soju. As long as she can return home by herself, it’s fine, even if it means staggering the entire way there and becoming a chatterbox to the spirits she can’t even see. 

Heavy eyelids threaten to close eyes shut with no guarantee of opening again. But Seoah is all ears to what Vanessa has to say. Since the conversation has taken an odd turn, the singer’s obstinate to stay awake, her head now resting on crossed arms and her hair cascading on the side, dangerously close to their stack of empty bottles. ❝ But aren’t aliens creatures of the night too? ❞ Perhaps not residents on their dear planet Earth, but that would be unfair to exclude them from the list. ❝ I still find it ridiculous. It’s not like they have the proper meals for our bovines. ❞ Nor do they have the right atmosphere and any other viable conditions for the cows to survive. ❝ And they didn’t think about how much those animals take space in their flying vessels. Talk about giving a better life to them. ❞ Of course, the singer is no expert in what’s supernatural. Her belief comes from the ones taught to her. Though she’s old enough to think independently, to develop her perspectives of things, she isn’t one to argue on matters deemed irrefutable. Easy to prove one’s existence, but the opposite? That’s unlikely. ❝ Just to make it clear. I do not own a pet cow. Just two adorable fluffy cats! Two! ❞ The blonde exclaims with pride, almost hitting the other with two fingers aimed at her. With alcohol running in her system, there’s a need to call it a night. Thank goodness the other female suggested it. However, her lips pucker into a pout, her hair flipped at the abrupt jolt of her head. ❝ Eh? Already? Do we have to leave nooooooooow? ❞ 

Despite her childish whine, she remains obedient. The singer does not forget to pay, cash left on the table with a smiley face drawn on a napkin. A moon pie in one hand, Seoah beams on their way out. ❝ By the way, has anyone told you your name is close to Nessie? Vanessa, Nessa... Nessie! ❞ And there she goes, making up a melody on the spot with the newfound nickname.

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soul: @lavtiena ↳ continued

she’d been interesting the moment mona had set eyes on her. everything she did was new, refreshing. mona loved people like this, who gave her something else to think about when she was with them, who kept her on her toes. she found her fingers tracing lightly along the back of her friend’s neck, waiting for time to pass by and the sun to set. there was beauty in the moment. “you’re pretty strange yourself.” mona replied, her tone aired with playfulness. it was obvious mona wasn’t usual; she kept to herself and rarely opened up about herself, but it was necessary. as she pulled herself up from the seating, mona followed suit, wondering what they were to do next. a question constantly on her mind. the hands around her waist, edging her closer to the other — all would have made her heart beat if she were such a person. instead she smiled, a teasing grin more than anything. but as quickly as they had wrapped around her, they were gone. mona simply waited for the girl to make any other move, and she did. it was a dangerous move, and mona didn’t understand the reasoning behind it. she wasn’t going to die, though. mona knew this. but she didn’t, did she? this act was simply about the possibility that something could go wrong. humans were odd like that. an endearing trait to some, depending on the level of reckless. “me too. you make my life captivating.” mona kept a close eye on her, watching her every move. the way her feet gently padded against the ledge, no worry in her own eyes, hair gently lifting in the wind, arms outstretched and gentle movements. they were all small things that made her more beautiful to mona. and it was her curiosity that made mona fascinated in her. did she know she had that affect on people?  “why? i like you as you are, right now.” it had been her turn to confess. the idea of heaven and hell was, to humans, a wide concept that many believed in. mona wasn’t here to convince them that it wasn’t that simple, it was best to leave those to their own thoughts. “i’m not sure. perhaps the idea of heaven and hell is too simple for me. if there is gray morality on earth, why is it not that it that way in the afterlife? it seems wrong. do you?”

[oleandercrowns]

@lavtiena​ cont from here x

     Dorian makes his way down the stairs trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, it sounds like faint scratching, like there’s mice in the walls as he shines his flashlight toward the window and then down the hall. It moves with his light, moves as if it’s leading him somewhere else and he glances toward Vanessa, not wanting to wake her, it’d been hard enough to make her feel comfortable enough to sleep here. He can’t blame her though, even Charlie had warned him that it wasn’t a good idea to take her to the crime scene, a visit was one thing but to spend the night? It left her vulnerable to attacks, left her open to whatever still lingered there but Dorian had merely shook his head. He’d promised to protect her, swore he would as he walks down the stairs, glancing back toward the room once more. Whoever this killer was, they had to be found, had to be stopped before they murdered someone else as he glances around, flipping the switch on but the lights don’t respond. He can feel it, the chill in the air as he tries the switch again only for it to do nothing, no lights, no sounds, no electrical hum as he takes a step back up the stairs. This isn’t right, his light flashes around the room but the scratching he once heard is now distant, coming from above him, Vanessa. Dorian swears under his breath as he hurries back up the steps, his stomach churns as the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end.

     There is no running from this, whatever t h i s is. He knows he can’t run no matter how badly he feels like he’s been placed in some twisted horror movie. Ghosts were not something to play around with, Charlie had made that much clear throughout his years of living with them, but now as he’s confronted with using them to solve a case; he almost wishes he’d never learned they were real. He moves into the room just in time to hear her scream and he snarls loudly as he uses the moonlight to find her form, wrapping her in his arms, takes the punches to his shoulder in stride before he’s chuckling. Adrenaline races through him and he flips the flashlight around, ready to use it as a weapon… against what though? He can’t see them, can’t feel them like Charlie and Vanessa can and it makes him feel useless as he watches the lights flick on, “oh now you turn on,” he mutters under his breath as he glowers around the room.  Her voice echoes off the walls and he gives her an apologetic look as he nods his head, shrugging out of his jacket as he slips it over her slender frame. “I know I know I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put you in this position in the first place I just… I wasn’t thinking.” Dorian admits as he gently brushes her hair back from her features. He deserves it, deserves to be yelled at and hit as his frown deepens at the sound. He can’t see whatever it is but he can sure as hell rule out what it’s not.

     He’s about to open the doors when the floorboards creek and he’s quick to reach out, pulling Vanessa against him as she clambers toward him, his gaze immediately darting around the room for the threat she so clearly sees. He hides his unease as he tightens his grip around her, pulling her more beside himself rather than keeping her in front of him. “What do you mean, terrifying?” He chuckles sheepishly, this isn’t the movies, something isn’t going to be crawling on the ceiling r i g h t? Grey hues chance a glance just to be sure as he stares at what he thinks is just a trick of the light, a hand raising, his finger pointing toward the corner. “Tell me something isn’t there. That I’m just… seeing things.” Dorian murmurs, his gaze finally leaving the corner of the room to look down upon the woman beside him, “if we both get out of here we’re b o t h getting extra pay, I don’t care what anyone says. Fuck it, I’ll buy you dinner for a month.” Humor is what he goes to in tense situations, if he can’t laugh in the face of death well, it’s better than the alternative which is curling up and giving it the satisfaction of his fear. “But you said the victims want to help? How are they going to help? Can they tell us who killed them? Or maybe where they’re going to strike next? Something to help put that m o n s t e r behind bars where he can never hurt anyone else again.”

[nevstcries]

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“You know, a fake friend would tell you that you look stunning right now, which you are, so i feel like its my duty, as a real friend, to tell you that those shoes would look so much better with a different outfit.”  Shigo grinned cheekily, “Perhaps you should pick the black ones instead? Unless you really want to rock this style, if so, i’m all for it.” 

[dulcedecorums]

&. CONTINUED FROM HERE ! / @lavtiena​

the idea of going into an abandoned building first came about to leviara when she read about it a few days ago & most of her friends were too chicken to follow her into a place littering with a pandemonium of lost and / or troubled souls . there was something about the alien that naturally attracted these types of supernatural & she can’t exactly place a reason on why , though she tends to narrow it down to the idea that she’s not of this world and the boredom of these wandering entities is lifted whenever she passes them by . so of course leviara wishes to explore an abandoned building ; there’s a certain vigour burning inside her encouraging her to do such a dangerous task ! head whips over her shoulder to ensure that vanessa — a dear friend of hers — is alright as these floorboards may collapse on them at any moment & she would rather not frighten her with any teleportation just to catch the woman from falling onto a concrete floor . then she turns back around , walking on forward albeit with a sense of caution . it’s dark in here even with the use of a flashlight and her face doesn’t deserve to get ruined by a wall .

the feeling of souls surrounding her and making their presence known raises goosebumps on any bare skin found on her arms & while it’s not uncomfortable , it’s crystal clear to her that the chances of malevolence being in attendance is actually quite high . should they be here ? probably not . but satisfaction brought back the cat ! that’s the only excuse she has , the female had thought , as she slipped away into the darkness to take a glance around on her own ; feeling cold spots and hot spots as she did so while briefly hearing her nickname being called . during that time , she thought that perhaps she could tease her friend with a brief prank ! so , after deciding that it was dark enough to teleport from one place to another , she had landed a short distance away from vanessa with lips curled into a mischievous smirk , completely shut up in order not to make any noise that would alert the other that she’s behind her .

but now being brought to the present , she grins at her beloved medium not caring one bit for the glare making an attempt to wound her .   ❛   oh c’mon , ‘nessa !  i wouldn’t kill my friend , i love you too much !  we’ll be fine . the energy’s just acting up because of me … i think .   ❜   she pauses , thinking on it for a moment . no , it made absolutely no sense and yet it made so much sense to her but maybe vanessa could give some input . ❛   i was wondering why haunted places tend to act up a lot when i enter the place . more so than when humans do . so when i heard about there being a specific spirit that’s completely lost in here in their limbo , i was wondering what the hell would happen if i’d enter the area . but trust me , there’s no way i’m putting us both in danger . i’m supposed to live to a hundred with the way my body works and you’re too precious to lose .   ❜  it’s a promise that she won’t let vanessa get hurt .

[judeonae]

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

the kindness of strangers. ( accepting. )

       there’s always a chance he can grab a snooze when he’s on the bus ride home from yonsei. on some days, jiduri is far too exhausted to even make it back to seoul and ends up staying at the shared dorm instead-- which seems to bum out his roommate on the lowkey, but he doesn’t say much about it. after harsh ballet classes and a trigonometry class he’s no doubt not having much luck in, he’s passed out in his seat, body slumping closer and closer to the woman seated next to him with every little bump in the road the bus glides over. finally, it all comes to a halt and he mentally sighs in relief that his sleep can go undisturbed, unaware they’ve reached his exact stop. thank god for his angel in disguise that kindly wakes him up. jiduri jolts awake, drool still on the side of his face that he quickly wipes away and clears his throat, unable to wipe away his dumbfounded expression. ❛already? feels like i literally just got on the bus and closed my eyes for a few seconds.❜  he pulls his backpack into his lap, staring up at the woman and smiling before he speaks again. ❛ thank you for waking me up. most people would have let me sleep right on through.❜

[misterharington]

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        HIS VISION SHATTERS ONTO TILED GROUND. Several people buzzed around them but the foreigner had his eyes set on the pieces of glass that still shook around the black frame trim. One single heavy breath pours out of his throat as he collects himself to lean down and rest on a knee, attempting to get a closer look of the mild mess collected by worn boots. For a moment, Kit pokes around bits of shards while dry chuckles start to bloom from the depth of his mouth and gradually, he looks up at the culprit.

        “Now you need to buy me a new pair.”

        FEATURES LACKED AMUSEMENT. Even more so, as he began to stand and then, cross both arms over a broad chest. Kit looks at her directly, lips pursing slightly to ensure she knew he was displeased, until the charm of his smile took over. Soon, laughter bubbles out of the male in hearty notes, a single hand gripping her shoulder briefly before giving it a shake. “I’m kidding! Honestly, I’ve got more than enough at home, don’t worry about it. You were coming in quick, I must say. Gotta brush up on my reflexes if we’re to cross paths again, hn.” Kit dips into an eyesmile, nothing like the expression he had on prior; he was no stranger to grim expressions but he had a joking tone whenever the moment might call for it. After he’s back on his knees, the male starts gathering shards that were visible, each resting on the center of his palm carefully as to not let them dig into any bit of skin, though while he’s doing so, fear that he might’ve actually distressed her with his initially irritated reaction started to take form in an apologetic smile from his place below, chiming in nonchalantly when eyes meet once again.

         “They’re only glasses. A small catastrophe.           You alright? Seems you were in quite a rush.”

[shadowraiths-archived-blog]

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Too Shy To Reach Out?

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♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first!

[[ Okay, so let’s do this first.  We decide which muse of mine catches your attention the most and we can build from there.  I’m down for plotting.  I am super slow, but I am always down.  When I say slow though, you know I mean it.  You sent this in like two days ago and this is the first chance I have had to answer it and I feel bad for that ;;