#lightshcwer

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"and, a-and he s-said, and i s-said—" lux was chosking between angry sobs, barely able to look up at her uncle. "so he broke up with me, ON THIS FUCKING DAY!" shaky hands dabbed at her eyes, smearing her mascara all over her face. "i have to kill him. it's the only way. i'm going to get my dad's gun."

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"I've been to many strange places...but this is a new one."

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Cont. from @lightshcwer || Ben and Pilar (x)

At the comment, Ben sighed and glanced to the ground, swinging the strap of his rifle over his shoulder once more.

"Exactly, I told you not to wander. There could be anything out there and the last thing I need is you getting yourself in trouble." Granted, she had got him out of trouble just as many times as he had for her, so he wasn't one to speak. Still, he could not risk anything happening to Pilar. He had grown to care for her in a way that he could not explain, and it was probably why he was so harsh on her. "Apology accepted. Did you find anything?"

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grayson couldn't pull off his own shirt, let alone impressive gifts that were shoe-ins to remain in clover's good graces. has to bite her tongue in order to keep the proverbial ( or, maybe in this case, literal ) bile from coming up. "i'm not anymore. you realize you can't get away with everything just because it's your day, right?" not month, she's deliberate with it, and doesn't even bother addressing the spoiled remark. clover knows what she is and as much as minjeong hates it, the lovestruck of the two enables it more than clover could ever imagine. with an exaggerated eyeroll does she finally hop off of the couch, snatching the necklace from her best friend with very little grace before stepping behind her to drape it over her décolletage. "it's like your hair doubled in volume. keep it tamed for a second, will you? hard to see where the clasp is...."

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doyoon scoffed, but the sound was low, more exhale than laugh. he didn’t meet her eyes right away, gaze instead fixed somewhere over her shoulder like he was still recalibrating after the adrenaline spike. “didn’t get punched all over the face,” he muttered, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, though more out of habit than necessity. “just the lip.” this was said nonchalantly like it made the situation improved, he finally looked at her then, brow raised like her comment had short-circuited something in his brain. kiss it better? it wasn’t that he was blushing, exactly - he never really did - but the tips of his ears had definitely caught some of the summer heat. “i think i’ll pass on that particular brand of first aid, but thanks for the offer.”

despite this comment, he didn’t move away when she dug through her purse, didn’t bat her hand aside when she got close enough to tend to him. if anything, his posture softened just a touch, enough to make it clear he wasn’t about to bolt. “he was lucky i held back,” he added under his breath, then louder, “you really okay, though? that guy put his hands on you.” it came out flatter than he intended, but underneath it something colder simmered. not anger for show, but real anger, quiet and tightly coiled. "you'd think by the year 2025 that more people would learn manners." of course that was only proving to not be the case time and time again.

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"there is no alternative, that's the point i'm making. it's not a reflection on you that nothing comes out of this." because, again, it's not really mallory's job to ensure that elira was good at all times. the poor girl would just lie to herself into believing that it was until seriously proven otherwise. eyes snap up from the orange she'd been peeling for what seems like ages, the piths of it now scattered all over. "it's not you making me uncomfortable." it was the guy who she effectively sat through a date with all night and had his grubby pawns on her when he shouldn't have. "you know it's not in my nature to be... that." hell, she can't even say it.

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@lightshcwer continued from here

TRUTHFULLY YURI HADN'T EXPECTED for Daeho to ever make that date tonight, not with how busy he'd been throughout the day. That's the issue with her brother, dealing with the business that he did meant issues needed to be handled personally and that meant relationships were put on the back burner. It wasn't the first time Yuri would encounter one of Daeho's dates or girls who came looking for him, and she's sure it won't be the last. But Menekşe looked like she was completely defeated, the state of her dress was a clear example of that. Yuri took a final drag from her cigarette, putting it out in the nearby ash tray.

"I'm dropping off some work for Daeho that he'll need tomorrow, thought i'd stick around for a quick smoke." She replied with a shrug, crossing her arms over her chest as she took in the state of Menekşe. "If you came here to confront him he's probably out for the rest of the night." Yuri stood, walking slowly towards the other woman with a raised brow. If she were being honest with herself Yuri has noticed how attractive Menekşe is, it would take a blind person not to see it. And she always did think Daeho never appreciated all the pretty things he had. "Daeho is a real catch huh? Kind of makes you want to be with someone who actually wants to be with you doesn't it?"

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CLOSED STARTER for @lightshcwer

LOGIC wasn’t something stella bothered with. logically, the idea of making something new out of discarded body parts—like sewing a quilt from whatever scraps one could scrounge—was a bad one. logically, getting her hands on fresh corpses to procure those parts should’ve been impossible. logically, someone with stella’s peculiar skill set should have stuck to repairing dolls instead of people. and logically, the project shouldn’t have worked at all.

but, against all logic, it had. 

now, a delighted stella sat across yohan, holding a fork and butter knife. as much as she didn't mind feeding him herself, she thought this was what she was supposed to do as his... maker? no, that didn't feel quite right. surely there was a better term for what she was to him, but the problem was that nothing she called herself ever fit the strange, tender, undefinable space between them. she tried not to think about it too hard.

“your index finger should be on the fork. do you remember which one that is?” she set her own fork down and held up her hand, fingers spread, as if he might recognize the answer in the shape of it. this was something they had covered in a past lesson, though she didn't know how much of anything stayed with him. they were still working on his language skills too. "clenching your fist around it is... well, people say it's wrong. it works, but it's now what you're supposed to do."