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☩↬ Open to: F/M/NB.
☩↬ Connections/plot: s.o (M), best friend, friend. Nuan reveals her true self and what her intentions have been all along. She manipulated your muse into thinking she loved and cared for them, when all she wanted was a soul.
☠ -- “You actually thought.. I cared about you?” She would question with a loud laugh. “Why the fuck would I ever love someone like you? You’re so gullible -- its pathetic.” The demon spat.
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boa; open
The Don let out a heavy sigh, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed a small spot on the bridge of her nose with her index finger. Her eyes were closed in slight annoyance and, while she tried to stay composed, it became a task too great for her patience.
“Mind repeating that again?”
azraeith(hakyeon); open
He knew neither person in this situation; he knew only the emotions they were feeling. Anger. Desperation. Frustration. Fear. Any normal person would have silently watched on without seeming to pry into the private lives made public of others in the quiet bistro, would have waited for some employee or the manager to intervene.
Hakyeon was not normal nor was he human.
Without thinking, anticipating what the elder of the two planned to do, he jumped up from his seat quickly putting himself between the attacker and the attacked, a full glass of champagne dampening his hair and clothing instead of the young person he was protectively keeping behind him.
The anger that was slowly rising in him caused the demonic half of his make-up to activate ever so slightly, the roots of his dark hair fading into a bright red he hoped neither participant in this situation would notice. He turned his head slowly to the elder, eyes trained on them as he spoke clearly and slowly, a chilling calm in his voice.
“Now, that, wasn’t a very nice thing to do…..”
