#nakunaide

[byunxee]

“You are my enemy.”

He opens his eyes widely, looking at the cute looking girl. “W-what!? I don’t have any enemies—…. Wait, who are you, how it is even possible! It’s not true! I like everyone and people like me~~~”

[ttsukou-blog]

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♟:Patching up a wound

Kou was silent as his fingers slowly traced over the bandages in the small kit on the table in front of him. His normally big eyes were squinting at the small lettering scribbled in the corner of each package. “Mnn, I still don’t understand how you managed to cut your leg walking” His voice was soft, comforting as he turned with a medium sized package in his fingers. “You’re lucky I studied spiritual medicine when I was growing up” As he leaned down to kneel in front of the woman a smile appeared against his lips. Slowly he moved his hand to hover over the cut, closing his eyes briefly before a pale blue light began to glow beanth his fingers. A moment later the light faded, his fingers working quickly to placed the banage over the wound.

[idvntity]

{nakunaide.}

     He settled the glass mug back upon the small plate      as he looked up at the owner he stood beside him,      eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he smiled.      His hands gestured to the chair across from him,      offering the friend a seat.

" Tina-chan, sit down. You're making me           uncomfortable just standing there. "

     A chuckle passed his lips as he insisted she sat down      as he was the only customer in the cafe.

[vvoobxn-blog]

nakunaide:

[’ She must’ve been crazy, but here she is attempting to dress him up into a girl. However, it’s partly his fault since he lost the bet. Dizzy from the drinking bet she made with him, Tina was dabbing on make up here and there and was putting on lipstick as a final touch up. Giggling at how the girly make up accentuated the wrong parts of his facial lines, Tina continued laughing as she placed cakes of make up on his face. Deep set of eyebrows further darkened that became disproportional along with other parts of his face with her clumsy make-up skills ] I know, but you truly look beautiful [’ Suddenly finding her phrase ridiculously funny under the influence of her nonsensical mind and alcohol, she bursted out laughing while trying to grip the make-up brush with one hand. Finally, she tucked a rose behind his hair. ] There, you look perfect now. [’ She took a clumsy step back, nearly tripping over if she hadn’t held onto a chair nearby for support. ] Wait, wait. Let me take a photo of this plee—ease? [’ she pleaded as she held onto her iphone 6 plus that she had hooked out of her pocket and snuggled on her cheeks in a cute attempt to persuade him ]

no, i look like some sort of fucked up puppet gone wrong under the hands of my drunken creator [ — which was half true, considering how drunk the female was right now. if he hadn't lost that bet he wouldn't even be under all this makeup and he can't help but swipe his fingers through his 'filled in' brows, which he begs to differ from since he doesn't think his brows need any more of that filling up. he doesn't even dare look at the mirror, a bit petrified to what can possibly meet his eye. instead, he shoots a hand towards the box of kleenex, ignoring her cute attempts into taking one picture of him. she was completely out of his mind — ] you've gone possessed! no, no way i'm letting you take a picture of me like this!

[sxpernaturals]

{ nakunaide ♥ }

❝ yah! you over there-- ❞

doojoon called out to the  random girl passing by in shop. he was securing a big kitty headband on his head, smiling at his own reflection every now and then before finally turning to look at the girl he stopped.

     ❝ what do you think?          looks kind of good          on me, wouldn't you          agree? meow ~❞

[translucerez]

nakunaide:

Work wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped. In fact, things were a disaster recently. Sure, there were times when she was glad that her parents left the store to her, but sometimes, she wished they hadn’t. New workers spilling coffee, customers yelling, and netizens posting a few bad reviews here and there that somewhat affected her business. She had to think of something or else her parents’ cafe store may not survive. However, besides the cruel reality, being in one area without friends or family made every iridescent colour underneath the light turn monochrome. Tina wore her favourite over-sized pink sweater under her ebony coat. Plaid skirt and solid black stockings to shield her legs from the coldness that was starting to descend in the area recently to complement her top.

Step by step, she headed to an unknown destination. She headed to a place she could escape from, to be free from the heaviness of society. She stopped in the middle of the crowd, watched others face the same distress she was going under, and the same sickness of loneliness. It’s almost as if the feelings she felt, the loneliness she felt was a pandemic across the human race. However, in reality, these feelings were just proof that we were all just, human. No matter how much we try to bury these feelings behind our expressions with faulty words and sarcasm, remnants of these feelings will still remain.

Tina felt a sudden chill from the rain droplets and instinctively pulled her coat tighter around her, though it provided little protection from the rain. Tina, just like the others, wanted to run for shelter. However, something about the rain rooted her to the ground, something about the rain she found comfort in. It was as if they were crying for everyone, crying for the pain in the world. As the rain continued pouring heavily on every inch of the paved streets, the busy streets became deserted, save for her. Tina glanced sideways and her obsidian round eyes found a reflection staring back. The girl was standing under the rain like a fool, just like herself and Tina silently wondered to herself whether she was going crazy.

Adjusting the strap of her backpack, blunt nails digging into the soaked material, she glances idly around. A confirmation of her suspicion -- this scenic sight was straight out of a movie. Yet, she had no desire to share this moment with a mere stranger; a single soul was enough for this transient beauty, at least that's how she saw it at that moment. Unjust, be it may, but Lucia was in the midst of seeking for the answers of questions unknown. Logic behind this fell not on animosity nor envy, but some sort of twisted belief integrated in her that if she was alone she would fail.

Alone. Wasn't she alone majority of her time? However, the equation lacked it's sum no matter how much time she spent isolated. Stubbornness was not a trait to be associated with the oddity, yet it lay in her -- dormant for many a-days -- surging through her blood stream, etched into her bones. Spinning on her heels, she turned from the other's general direction. Still she stood in her spot; rooted in place as the downpour washed away every chaotic concept corrupting her being.

Sticking her tongue out, catching the drips of liquid sunshine, Lucia began to contemplate her earlier actions. It wasn't necessary to turn away, it made little difference to the situation and she still was (in all technicalities) in the presence of the other. Solitary is improbable in such a space, and to act out in such a way is foolish indeed. Realisation set in, and overcome with the burning shame of projecting the persona of one which would often trigger the sensation of inadequacy; resentment choking her, leaving the bitter after-taste to linger.

Fear is a primitive feature of the human nature -- exaggerated in certain souls, such as herself. Cowardice clung to each muscle, rendering them useless momentarily; howbeit false courage somehow contained those emotions and allowed her regain a slither of respect for herself. Aware of her faults, and often quite accepting, she refused to allow herself to be of the same calibre of those who she herself suffered with. Twisting her torso around she forced a stiff, sheepish smile at the petite person, a quavering voice travelling across the street: "It is very quite pleasant, is it not?" 

[translucerez]

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Put a ♪ in my ask box and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays. [ Cigarette Daydreams — Cage The Elephant ] 

On days such as these though, it’s hard to escape the fantasies fabricated by an over-active imagination. Funny how it seemed like yesterday that she was still a young child, unaware of the unnaturalness of others, focused solely on the bright lights of her tv-set. It’s not as though much changed — just her perception. It wasn’t as though Korea was inept to showers or storms; yet it was rare for her sense similarities between the two ‘homes’. Unaware of the glares from those busybodies (as she did looked out of place; with an oversized jumper sporting a few too many holes, her raggedy-anne backpack and the dark mess of hair poking from under a bright green beanie), her hand was raised to her mouth, nibbling at her nails as her eyes bore into the sky — it’s as if she’s searching for the answers in the air, awaiting for them to fall from up above.

Droplets of rain fell from the angered sky, a couple pressing kisses against her pale cheeks. The downpour increased drastically in a matter of seconds, and the abundance of humans scattered to all corners in attempt to seek shelter or to merely escape the weather. Only Lucia, gawking at nothing in particular, was left to appreciates the cloud’s tears. Time was fleeting, and she was soaked. There was something about being showered by raindrops — she had always had this belief that it was the only remedy of over thinking; it was the only way to wash away fears and worries, to obtain peace of mind.

Yet, she doubted that this spectacle was what attracted the other who had just came into sight. Her cropped hair was plastered onto her wet face, and in contrast to the expression of indifference on Lucia’s face, she was very visibly distressed. Her coat was not as drenched as the rest of Lucia’s attire, however it proved to fail with it’s functionality; patches of her outfit shades darker than other parts. It was something out of a movie. All she needed now was a cigarette in between her lips, and an attitude of nonchalance she’d never be able to obtain. She was no longer standing alone, looking for the answers. 

[shoe-itsuki]