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[feraldogweeps]

@murderugh brothers ( question mark )

He keeps his distance from the manor house, enough to still see the flickering lights in the windows, dancing shadows and people going in and out. Their faces a blur, but Harper can make out a significant feature or two.

Harper abides by common sense, especially now, on the run. He realizes his presence is well known as soon as he sees Minwoo entering the house earlier. In no universe exists the possibility of the Golden Boy missing out on such an easy target.

Still he sits at the edge of the forest, reminiscing and waiting for Ker. They've seen each other briefly, before the Ball began, and she told him to wait, with a soft smile, for the present she'll bring him after midnight.

The deserter cares little for presents. Just wants to see her.

His gaze inspect the outline of nearby shadows, his guard reserved but never down. Can't afford the luxury of clear mind so close to the Délivrance. Yet from the corner of his inky black eyes movement falters in its steps.

Harper raises his palm up. A greeting. Openness he offers. Vulnerability.

[solsought]

     It was far into the night when he was stumbling his way down the street, making very poor progress towards one of his friends’ apartments. His other friends had left him at the last club they had made it to and while Sunwoo didn’t have a problem in having to make conversation with strangers, he was too drunk and too tired. 

He had neglected to get a key off of his friend, so instead of going in the front, he had to climb his way up the fire escape. Probably not something he should be doing with four vodka shots still fresh on his system. When he reached the level that he remembered to be his friend’s, he budged the window open with some force and climbed front first into the apartment. His legs dangled out of the window and a moment later he had fallen onto the floor. He exclaimed a pained sound and groaned, then got up to close the window to his best drunken ability.

     The sofa was not in the same place he remembered it and in fact, it didn’t look like the same sofa at all. Though, instead of thinking more of it he assumed his friend must’ve done some refurbishing. He pulled off his shirt as if it would give him more air to breathe, then jumped diving style onto the seating and passed out almost immediately. 

@murderugh for this plot prompt. (linking my other blog nbd)

[mercifuldeliverance]

" i'm not going to be disappointed in you. " nero 2 janus

memes > *always accepting.

" you will not be, sir. " janus has never been so sure in his life, though he is world - stopping - ly sure of this. if he disappoints The Headmaster he himself might as just well put a blade through his heart and bleed out at nero's feet. the other crows disappoint nero daily he is sure ( not achilles though, oh, dear achilles can never do wrong — can never disappoint — fuck, how much janus hates that kid ) yet in janus' eyes disappointing nero equals death. he could no longer live with himself. " i will catch the deserter in no time, sir."

[mercifuldeliverance]

" i came to show you how easily one might get to you. " hi leto, he is in ur walls . . .

meme - *always accepting.

he is in europe, that much he knows, but the surroundings all look the same to him — overgrown grassy plains full of ticks and ants, spreading out kilometres without an apparent end. a good strategic place — it would be almost impossible to miss an intruder. so he sleeps at night, rather peacefully given his situation, sleeps rather deeply — unaware of the sounds and their meanings outside his tent. in his dream ker opens her mouth wide like a snake and screams and screams and leto wakes up with a jolt, to minwoo at the foot of his sleeping bag, following words in his mouth: " i came to show you how easily one might get to you. " with a swift movement his hand grasp the hidden shiv underneath his pillow and leto jumps to his feet (or knees for the tent is small and he is crouching)

" are you here to kill me? "

[duskhallowed]

@murderugh

prepping for yet another charity event, at the behest of Kang Gaya, she fastens on a glittering necklace, and gives her make-up one last glance-over in the mirror. she tries to keep her face clean. never garish or bold. she's afraid if the wealthy look at her too hard, they'll see right through her, and get a glimpse of her younger self. a little girl who grew up poor, in a small messy apartment. she hears her mother's voice in the back of her head, reminding her her LOOKS were their only ticket out of here. but she can't look like she's trying too hard, either. she wonders if the shade of lip stain she's wearing is too dark, until the sound of Minwoo emerging from the closet in his party-fit draws her from the unhappy thoughts. as she looks at the handsome man with a smile, she brushes off her mother's nagging, and the way her mother would run the hairbrush through Yoona's long locks too hard, caring nothing about how it hurt her— only how it LOOKED... Minwoo wasn't like the others. such a shallow pursuit seemed beneath him, or something ... it was like he didn't even care what she wore, or how she did her hair. she couldn't describe it! but she just knew: he wasn't like the other guys. he didn't date her only for her looks, and what she could physically provide... she hurried over to him with light steps, helping him into his coat. " guess who else will be there tonight, Woo-woo ? " she titters excitedly. " the devil woman! " she giggles, referring to her boss. OF COURSE, she'd never have the gall to repeat that nickname in front of her bosses' faces. but she'd complained about Quinn and her bossy, my-way-or-the-highway, craziness many times on a after-work call to Minwoo. and he'd been such a good listener: so supportive of her work woes!! the perfect boyfriend... and when he went to charity gala's like these, he never bickered or started fights with the other donors. " ... and Taiyang... " she adds, no longer a giggle in her voice. yes, Minwoo heard his share of complaining about him, too; the bosses' cold disregard of her, like she was nothing more than a boring little mouse compared to his cat Queen ... she leaves out the fact that she had tried so hard to get his attention before, making his dismissive attitude all the more cruel... because THAT WAS BEFORE SHE MET HER MINWOO! Minwoo always made her feel like other men had been BLIND, not to notice her. he was truly a good man... . . . which was why her excitement about showing Minwoo off to her bullies began to fade. eventually, he would probably pick up on the secret-that's-not-really-a-secret about her employers: Black Fang. it was well-known to many that Taiyang and Quinn were involved in some shady business, but technically, the allegations remained unproven, and therefore it was only talked about in whispers, and in gossip, in private ... and she had never actually addressed the rumors ( and how TRUE they were ) with him. and what if he thought differently of her? disapproved ? could she leave the gang, if Minwoo asked her to... ? should she pretend she didn't KNOW— that she, too, hadn't sworn herself to the cause, for them? WHAT IF HE ASKED WHY? and if he found her out, would he then hate her, for LYING to him about herself... ? she was hiding so much of herself from him... she was adjusting Minwoo's tie (though it was perfectly in place, and didn't need any adjusting) when her brows furrowed, and she lay her palms against his chest. " . . . Minwoo. I have to tell you something about me. " her voice was a fearful whisper. but if you love someone, you shouldn't lie.

[mercifuldeliverance]

@murderugh continued from here.

She stops immediately in her tracks. Flabbergasted, shocked and horrified. And it is a good thing Achilles is not looking at her right now, because she has time to compose herself, straighten her spine and conjure up a smile.

Ker evades as she so often does these days.

"I am well aware I have gained weight, Achilles, but telling a lady she looks pregnant when she is not is ill-mannered." She says in a playful tone. "Master Nero should have trained social etiquette better."