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[danixmi]

  ❝ I ALWAYS GET AFRAID WHEN I’M HAPPY CUZ I DON’T       KNOW IF THESE PRECIOUS MOMENTS WILL LAST FOREVER ❞

        « MOODBOARD ;; DANI X YOUNGJAE @petalxmi​ »

[mixcheri]

pearlescent,

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her eyes carefully watch over the people around her, flickering around from face to face. it's boredom that keeps her in the moonflower, the drink in her hand and the curiosity scratching at her insides. she should have left hours ago, when she realized her target had long since left. a sharpened fingernail taps at the side of the cup, and she shifts in her seat-- folds of her pearl night blue dress moving against her fair skin. there are dancers a like, whispering couples and entangled fingers going behind closed doors.

a male worker catches her gaze, and the curiosity only builds. she has no reason for being here, just another nameless face to the masses-- when he gets close enough, she lifts her hand, reaching out to catch his gaze. her smile is small, subdued. her eyes are alight with question, and maybe its the liquor in her gut that pushes her to speak out. "you're rather babyfaced to be here." her voice is soft, lilted in amusement. her head tilts to the side, hair cascading to one side and revealing one pallid shoulder. "what's a sweet one like you doing trapped in a place like this?" there's a chuckle that follows, white teeth peeking out from the red, red, red of her smile.

[lhmiko]

“ goodmorning “

He stretches his body, for an odd reason it feels sore. The blanket that touches his naked body confuses him, normally he wakes up both with clothes on and with a dog beside him, today he has neither of those things. It takes him a good minute to realize where he is and why he is here, he thinks back to the night before, memories still not fully clear.

Normally after nights like these he’d get his clothes, walk out the door and call someone to find him and drive him home, something tells him this is not what he should be doing for the day, he only partially remembers it, but Youngjae asked him to stay, right? That he would make breakfast? Mayhaps a good idea, if he walked away he wouldn’t get any breakfast, he would just head home and have a walk with his dog.

He stretches his body again, sits up and covers himself with the blanket, if he could he’d put his clothes on, but preferably for now he won’t look around the room naked, he’ll just patiently wait for Youngjae.

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[mixgrim]

「the amaryllis to your feet」

[/trigger warning: strong, derogatory language]

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in dark nights like that grim usually went out to indulge himself in the inebriation of alcohol and wash away the burdens he was carrying during daytime. he wasn't the type of guy to get drunk easily, but alcohol usually managed to make himself go loose and let his tongue or fist slip easier. his mood wasn't good to begin with but since the betrayal of drifter and not being chosen as the new second in command, grim had become even more intolerable. people tended to avoid him by the way he glared daggers at them and gave off a gloomy aura that could swallow them up any time. but even then, there were still people out there who mustered up enough courage or who had simply a death wish to approach him and talk him up.

he was sitting at the bar, hand around a glass, as he stared into the amber coloured liquid, people passing by behind his back like ants, in look for new targets. a woman ambled from one man to the other, covered them in more or less subtle touches, before she set her eyes on the man dressed in black, put her arms around his broad shoulders, as she leaned into his neck. "hello sexy, dare to play with me tonight? i will make sure to treat you well. you won't regret." her hands slowly wandered downwards, but before she could take a grasp and test him, he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "get your dirty hands away from me, lowlife. or else i'll cut it off." terrified the girl yanked her arm away and rushed out of the bar, shaking hard.

grim was used to see people like her lurk around, and there was nothing else he despised more. he wasn't the exact definition of a saint either that much he knew, but giving himself away and sell up his body was something he had never been able to understand. "fucking whore, trying to touch me up with her filthy fingers. might work on ugly rats, but on grim. they are simply scum, human trash."