#liviith

[draugrxxsoo-blog]

❝God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex.❞

cruel intentions → sentence memes

  “God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex.” 

   The immortal was never one to simply think of sex as an importance, not even as a human did Soo ever have much intimate moments with anyone. Although the only taste he ever acquired were females, only then when he awoke one day with the thirst and crave for blood did his preferences change and suddenly it was as if he didn’t mind exploring with both genders. Nonetheless, Kyungsoo wasn’t the type to be openly sexual. 

   However, nowadays it seems like sex was the only thing that could keep his mind busy from his dark and deep thoughts that still lingered and perhaps will continue to for a good amount of years. After the horrifc incident, if sex came into the equation the vampire was all for it and even the simple chatters of intercourse that usually made humans and teenagers feel uncomfortable he felt open to have those conversations, knowing very well that he could’ve never had the chance to if he were still being experimented on. 

He felt odd, thinking back to the days when he was in high school and how he was ashamed or embarrassed to ever speak of such a thing, but now that he’s this monster, there was no significance behind it as how people would talk about it growing up. Sharing a ‘special’ moment with someone and hoping you’ll be with them forever was all too much and he grew bored at the thought of spending eternity with someone he would claim to “Love” and he quickly shook the thought from his mind. 

  “God forbid I excuse confidence and enjoy sex”

  Snapping back into reality, Kyungsoo had been sitting with a female and chatting about the desires and pleasures that so happens underneath the bed sheets. He was doing the very thing he had once became so bashful about, but he was spitting out sexual references and sharing even his own desires that were once real to him. “Maybe you haven’t found the right man for the job yet.” Kyungsoo’s eyes crinkled and he expressed his sarcasm through a loud commotion of laughter leaving his lips, hand slamming down on the table as he was trying to control it. 

[yuemis-blog]

filed: starter call starter! receiving end: @liviith

Her body froze upon the sight, as she found herself between two walls of a small alley. Her intentions had been to take a shortcut home, the sky had turned dark and her thighs were hurting. She wanted to get home as soon as possible, to detach the artificial legs and give her thighs some rest. But instead, she’d found herself inconveniently walk into an unfortunate situation, something she clearly wasn’t meant to see. She would’ve turned on her heels and fled from the situation but instead the person ahead turned to face her and have their gazes meet for just a short second. She felt like she was unable to move, like walking away and pretending she had never seen any of it wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

[anhyuns-blog]

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @liviith )

“Jealous?” she repeated, eyes widening in surprise as if the word were foreign to her ears.

The twenty-five year old girl has never been quite the type of person to think of things as unfair or channel a sense of envy to anything——sheer happiness and positivity seemed to channel every moment of her life. Yet, the inquiry makes her think, for some odd reason that she can’t quite place her finger on. It came as a stunning impact right before her eyes; Chanhyun took a breath and remained silent for a brief moment, brows furrowing in genuine thought. “I don’t think so,” she decidedly answered, confusion still flickering in waves——could it be that she was? Chanhyun shook off the idea, “Definitely not.”

Or so she thinks.

[svbjetarch]

             @liviith once danced…

       ✦ —-  Love, an emotion a witch shall learn to live without. She did not love, she did not get raised to feel love or to even know what it meant. She could not recognise love even if she would be feeling it herself. Are monsters born or created, they were created and Nari had been formed to become a monster from the moment she was born. There was no such thing as love in the live of an Ironteeth witch. She consumed the once that had entered her bed and she would use the male for breeding only, breeding and food. Witchlings where the most valuable and rare beings in this world and the greatest honor was to give birth to them. That honor is the only love she would ever know when the time was there.             “Do not speak to me off love human, for love does not exist for me… Love makes you weak and vulnerable. It ties you down so you can never be airborne for the fear of losing that love.” Her mind went to her second, her second in command she had left behind long ago when she came to this wretched world. “Love will bring you nothing but pain, marked unclean. Giving yourself to care about another without asking something in return. It will hurt you, consume you, devour you. I should not, nor shall I ever love anyone. I have those I care for but never shall I give my heart to another for I only have one.”            Her golden eyes moved over the woman before her, her nails tapping the pale skin of her arms as they were crossed. “But what do you know of love, so young yet so much pain already… still not old enough to truly understand but you did not have an easy life did you? I can smell it on you.” Her lis curved into a wicked grin as her tongue darted out, leaving a slight gleaming glimmer on her lips. “It makes me want to devour you… taste that fragile skin and pull it off your bones…. tell me, who is it you love?”

        ❅        It was easy, making out Nari's words, even while tending the meat, making sizzling noises, roasted on the grill, slowly turning tender, edible, carefully watched by her eyes, ears attentive to her words. It had been her idea, unusual for Yuzi, suggesting to eat out, preferring to cook at home, feeling unusually sluggish this day, asking to meet up, to have dinner together, now listening quietly. It had taken time, growing used to her phrasings, the elegant manner of speech, unusual words, never heard before in such context, without fully understanding, the reason as to why, being adressed as human, not called her name, she had simply accepted it, never entirely getting it, just taking it as habit.         The last words, being seen as food, nourishment, it made her heartrate pick up, echoing in her ears, overtuning the frying noises for a moment, stomach twisting, passing as quick as it came, making her look up finally. "Who? Or what?" A question so simple, yet so difficult, she loved many, her blood-born brother, who never hurt her, Hoseok, who always came back, the pain of fighting never lasting, inseperable like twins, and dancing. It was the greatest pain, that accident, not watching two people die, but merely being a spectator, obersving her dreams shatter, her heart break, her leg showing it off, more than she ever could. Years later, even after finding solace in different styles, it still ached, seeing people dancing ballet, knowing, even though her leg had healed, her heart hadn't, that she would never dance it again, unable to overcome this wall.         "You should eat now", she said instead, picking the meat up, covering her plate, toppled by vegetables, followed by her own plate, distracting herself, with actions simple as that, enough to pull her to the past, away from the cleanly white hospital room. She wasn't able to, not entirely, though not the memories, yet distracted by earlier words, gazing at Nari again, head tilted aside lightly, watching her some moments, before asking, "Who did you love?"

[svbjetarch]

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

             ♕           Let the music play…

        Status   :   Accepting            @liviith

       ❅         "Did you really search?" She asked, more out of reflex, voice stable, rapid eye movements giving her away, gazing at her screen, not at the female, analyzing the video, looking for mistakes in the choreo, pausing, writing them down, continuing the view. Clearly she wasn't aware, hadn't listened properly, else she would have pointed it out, the swear words mentioned, something she never just let pass, disliking the sound of them, raised with polite language. Some more minutes, the end of her video, finally she looked up, gazed at the other, at times like these, with her hair messy, unable to be kept straight after dancing, in boring clothes, usual attire of jeans and crop top, merely changed training outfit for streetwear, she felt inferior, Nari with flawless looks, radiating beauty, much unlike her simple looks. She wasn't like that, having inferiority complexes, feeling beneath everyone, on the other hand, at times she could be proud, was raised for leadership, did excel at it, leading dance groups, instruction choreographies, but it was a fact, Nari did have a different aura, intimidating at times, now merely relaxed, maybe soothened by a warm drink.         "What were you looking for again?" Finally closing her laptop, pulling out the remaining earphone, the other left dangling, paying the least attention possible, entirely missing out the important part, not when she hadn't listened. Notebook placed on top, the pen stuck inbetween pages, marking the last scribbled words, the remaining mistakes to correct, after the lunch break, during afternoon practices. Hands were filled again, grabbing her cup, taking a sip of coffee, bitter elixir running down her throat, warming her up, refreshing her, with big eyes directed at the other, waiting for a reply, scanning her face, looking for some hints to take, whether she had missed out, missed something important, missed something while paying attention elsewhere.

[lusineinthesky]

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Swallowing hard against the uncomfortable frog in her throat, she only managed a slight step backwards before her back met a wall. Still, it wasn’t nearly far enough to evade what she perceived as disturbingly bizarre, invasive prodding. The second the digit met the dip of her cupid’s bow, she shook her head and, having mustered up some semblance of courage, firmly said, “Stop it.” It did occur to her then that she could physically force the girl away, but Lucy wasn’t exactly one to immediately launch into an altercation as a solution for anything, no matter how painfully awkward she felt. “I would very much appreciate if you would stop touching me please.”