lvckysol:
[ txt ]: Halmeoni? It’s Beckham.
[ txt ]: ..halmeoni? Sorry to.. disappoint you, Beckham.. but you did sent it to the wrong person.



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lvckysol:
[ txt ]: Halmeoni? It’s Beckham.
[ txt ]: ..halmeoni? Sorry to.. disappoint you, Beckham.. but you did sent it to the wrong person.
lvckysol:
The room spun. No matter how hard he tried to get up his arms failed him as the energy from his body was completely drained. His escape was futile. She was stronger than him even on a bad day. Supernatural affairs was not his speciality at all. When he joined Kingsman Guard he was trained in spy tactics, covert operations, reconnaissance and the like. Nothing in the rule book said assassination attempts or getting bit by a vampire. It was like in the movies. You know, the darker ones like Van Helsing and Dracula. Not so much like Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. Noting at all as glamorous, or as fun…or funny. She was mesmerizing to say the very least, it was easy for any mortal man to fall for her by looks alone. The delicate features of her plump lips and round eyes, the wispy pieces of long tendrils framing her face..she was truly captivating. “May I remind you, my blood type is rare. I must be a luxurious meal,” he chuckled dryly, knowing his demise was forthcoming. She lowered her lips to his neck, her canines piercing his skin easily as she finished him off. With the last remaining energy, he suggested, “If you bite me, can you at least turn me into an immortal too.” It would make his job as a government spy much easier.
She was glad to have the male in front of her, weak and struggling so that she could feed easier. His scent caught her attention and as much as she hated losing over her thirst; it was too strong and his scent made her addicted. She stared at him and he looked a bit older than she was but looks always played a lot of people since he was a year younger. Her red eyes glowed at him as he continued to talk, her thumb and index finger tipping his chin up and to the side. Once she sank her canines into his skin, she was pleased with the taste in her mouth and pulled away, licking the wounds close. It wasn't like she was just going to leave it with his blood flowing out although she could but she wasn't that mean. Or was she? She glanced at him, seeing him still smile even though he was weak. ❝ For someone who talks a lot, your blood is rare. And why? So it could make your job easier to do things, Beckham? ❞ She smiled a sly one at him, knowing just a bit of information of him.
[text]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.
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krystle glanced down at the text message and raised an eyebrow, curious.
[ txt ]: um.. is this to the right person or..
❊ & ✸
lvckysol:
Send Me a symbol for how you feel ( + source ):❊ I want to roleplay with you✸ I want to plot with you
[ I've met a couple Kim Woo Bin rp'ers, one being you, and that stupid vent should not have been meant for you. Both Woo Bin's I role played with are true to their muses' backstory and personality. Anyway, keep on keeping on man.
[ Thank you for your encouraging words! ^^ The anonymous vent brought my mood down momentarily, but after some fresh air to clear my thoughts I realize it’ll just make me work harder to be fully active here again. In fact, I’m going to work on tackling threads now! ]
• • • VENDETTA WELCOMES BECKHAM LUCIS SO. A 16 YEAR OLD STUDENT AND MODEL CURRENTLY RESIDING IN SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.
Learn More About Him Below ↴ and Find Him HERE.
“Dude, it’s not that hard. You have to get used to it, find your balance.” On the flat concrete he moved slowly past the rookie boarder. Beckham turned the bill of his five-panel floral hat to the back of his head so his eyes could meet hers. “If you want I can ride along with you?” He stopped the board, heel kicked it to grab the nose end. The gorgeous brunette agreed to his suggestion and he happily helped her on the long board while placing his foot at the center to steady it. Her hands were warm from the afternoon sun and with her downcast eyes he white, spiky haired male could tell she fancied him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Cooly asking with a thin smile on his pink lips. He wasn’t oblivious to the stares, especially since he colored his hair white the last few days while he was living in the States. “Do I really look that different from the boys you know?” It was a question he somewhat knew the answer too. His height alone separated him from his male counterparts in class 2-A. Still. Knowing that most people he met talked about his height, hair, and if his parents truly were Korean, was unsettling.
Summer was fast approaching, Becks arrived in Seoul with a stellar transcript and aced final exams in all of his classes with ease. He had similar hobbies and dislikes as his classmates, however he continued to be an outcast during the final month. “Are you really a model?” The brunette finally spoke and with eye contact too.
“Do I not look like model material?” A teasing look followed by a wink caused her to look down again. Were most Korean females this shy? The boy wondered. “Please think of me as one of your average classmates. Just slightly taller and with very white hair. Despite our appearances, we all have similar survival instincts when it comes to school and social life. Is it lame of me to ask you to be my Seoul guide? I could use one,” he tilted his head and looked into her eyes. His eye lashes batted playfully and his lips jutted out into a pout. Acting cute to get what one wants was universal. Everyone in every country could do it and understand its meaning.
Moving to Seoul had been difficult for the teenage boy. He came at the end of the school year when clicks were already established. Actors and idols filled the modeling positions, and the white-haired punk kid from the States couldn’t sell Samsung phones or BB cream. Beckham rarely felt self-conscious and, for some reason, the one question from the pretty Asian girl caused him to over think. His mind settled when he looked back at her with her worrying expression. He chuckled a little.
Beckham Lucis So was in a sense a small packet of energy, a quantum if you will, that’s ready to give and share. That tiny spark of light energy could ignite loads of things if allowed to. He is like a quantum of solace, giving to others a few bits of comfort if need be. Of course, the boy expects a little something in return…
The back of his fingers brush the class president’s cheek, while the other hand pushed her on the longboard slowly along the small dip of his long drive way. “I’m going to let you go now, you ready?” The girl nodded her head no and clung on to his neck. His arms snaked around her tiny waist and a hand rested on the small of her back. “Don’t worry, if you’re not ready, I won’t force it,” he said cooly with a smirk.
❝ The energy of the mind is the essence of life. ❞ Aristotle