#nxostalgia

[vampiriq]

&& ; nxostalgia

          Perhaps he can be a bit too curious at times, dark gaze lingering on others for what most would deem an uncomfortable amount of time. He typically has the decency to feel embarrassed and admit his shame when caught, but this time, he is the one to approach the other before they notice his eyes filled with interest, and the confusion that laces his features. He has been watching the man from his seat on a park bench for a while now, after all, and he can only keep his loose jaw shut for so long before he finally decides to speak. 

“Ah, excuse me,” his words are spoken politely, and something similar to sheepishness becomes apparent in the way his lips quirk up at a single corner-- awkward and uncertain. “I hate to be a bother, but what exactly are you doing?” Not so eloquent, but he supposes it will do for now. He really has no idea what the male is trying to do, and it would soothe his curiosity to find out.

[saintwithoutasoul]

       “Sir, there’s a human.” Nothing could have drawn Joonmyeon’s eyes from his book faster. They sharpened, flicked green with anger for only a short moment, then cooled to their usual dark brown. He dropped his bookmark into place and stood from his seat, passing by the horrible mass of tough skin and twelve eyes that belonged to his assistant.

       The entire building was like this; demons, portals, and even a suffocating room to accommodate the few lost souls due for processing. The only difference between this facility and the underground one was that it was enchanted to look normal. Businessmen and women bustled around the floors, copiers and machines printed-- there was even a break room with stale muffins. But one could never be too careful around humans.

       Joonmyeon took no time at all to reach the lobby, straightening his tie and pushing his annoyance to the side. After all, his most important job was playing his part.

       “Hello.” Steps had taken him straight to the boy with short hair and a camera around his neck. Joonmyeon had given a polite bow, but that camera had snatched his attention.

       “You’re a photographer, aren’t you? You didn’t happen to take any pictures while you were in here...right?” His smile didn’t falter, but his gaze was now sharp.

       “I would hate to confiscate them.”

[ximpvlsive-blog]

nxostalgia:

She’s standing there, feet planted onto the ground with her eyes peering over at the door. Questioning silently if he arrived safely back at home. It’s an unusual feeling, reuniting with people who she considered close to then somehow they disappeared out of her life when she was struggling in isolation. And how did she know about this? Mutual connections lingering around until this day. Lips lightly pressed together in thought, wondering if this decision of hers was a mistake due to wrong timing on her part. 

Shrugging her shoulder casually at the thought, knuckles immediately pressing against the door a couple of times. Seems to be endless by the way she doesn’t stop after the third time they hit the hard surface. ❝Myung’!❞ Calling out, her voice rising in order for him to open the door quicker. If he was home at the moment that is. Hana didn't care, she just wanted to finally see the older male after so long.

❝Open the damn door already, the o' man near by is starin’.❞ In fact, no one's gaze was falling directly on her petite frame. Currently alone, hence is why she wanted to step inside immediately. Besides, her patience was weary; hanging by a loose thin piece of thread at the moment.

[wanningtales]

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