#night:start

[snghsl]

“you need to come help me clean up the mess somebody left in the cell block.” 

[xjaqk-blog]

「 open. 」        “ i need your help. “  there is no shame nor care of personal space as jack presses himself up to his companion’s side. already, he is shoving his phone in their direction, allowing them a better view of his screen.  “ are they cute or am i just too drunk to tell? because, you know, it’s tinder. and i’m drunk. so, what’s your verdict? i need your honest opinion. be brutal. “

[sgmni]

「 open. 」     “ please, unless you are here to join me, i would appreciate thirty minutes in the fitness room without heavy breathing. ”  he does not mean to sound unwelcoming but stretching in a room while another was running or ‘pumping iron’ was not conducive to thoughtfulness. nonetheless, he permitted the other join if only they agreed to the leisurely start of their night. rocking himself into halasana, gemini waited for the other’s decision, whether they would join him, ignore him, or leave the room all together.

[chsgn]

despite being around for so long, seunghoon got tired, he was tired. arriving in the middle of the night from a business trip, he was fortunate enough to feel little to no movement inside the dalseong manor. he assumed members were out having their own entertainment, scavenging for blood, or even socializing in the city... he didn’t care. placing his briefcase on top of the kitchen counter, he sat down at the island, pulling his chair closer to prop his elbows up comfortably. “i thought i was alone,” he hummed, fingers running through his styled hair as another presence was made known.

[szihao-blog]

groaning as he flung a pillow across the room in the general direction of a disturbance during his slumber, zihao was forced to roll onto his stomach, burying his face in the silk of his sheets. it was early. around 2 pm. he could tell even though there was no clock to confirm the hour --- the sun was still up, hitting curtains that kept sensitive skin protected from the light of day. “what do you want?” he asked in a suffocated grumble. “go back to bed.”

[ftminsu-blog]

the phone rang and minsu stared at the cordless device in the main living room, not clueless as to what it was, but why it was ringing in the first place. they all had smart phones, and as far as she was aware everyone was currently in the manor, so why was this barbaric piece of technology ringing? with a nervous smile turned to her only company in the room, she wondered--- "you don't think its, yeomna do you?" she asks quietly, the room drawn silent between breaths, tempting to convince the vampires the person on the other end had given up; but it would always ring again.

[xxshuchun-blog]

she is freshly fed, radiant as she sits, picture perfect posture, the long sleeves of her hanfu pulled back as she prepares her correspondence as in the days of old, a fresh ink stone turning the air bitter as every stroke she lays to parchment is embedded with royal elegance. “you are not an unwelcome intruder,” is mused from between lightly glossed lips, electric brown eyes the color of rain soaked earth raise for a time to examine the other. “though your business is unknown. to what do i owe this visit?” though she speaks her hand never stills, and continues to draw perfect flowing script until her message is complete. “or are you perhaps seeking entertainment?”