#prksmi

[kgjun]

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up. // believe me I'm going to send four in return. uvu

she seemed to have ignored all his attempts at giving her a signal. she was going on about something – he was far too distracted by the sudden urges he was experiencing to actually know she was talking about this time. his eyes were automatically drawn to her lips and he has to physically hold himself back. it lasted for a good few minutes but then he was back to where he started. she kept talking and he kept idly nodding his head at the sound of her voice. finally, when he couldn’t restrain himself any further, he leaned down due to their height difference and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. and for the first time in several minutes, she finally quieted down. 

[kgjun]

prksmi / / 

          ❝ ——— yeah, yeah. ❞

  waving her hands at him she glared at the failed attempt of baking, the mess being all over the kitchen. a huff was heard from her as she turned on her heels to look at the flour she that was spread all over the floor.                        ❝ I tried. And I failed, look at this mess— the                                 next time I get the idea to bake, stop me. ❞    after giving her words a few firm nods, she let out a soft whine as the thought of having to clean all that up comes to her mind. 

he takes a couple steps forward until he's standing in front of her. the back of his fingers slide across her cheek, swiping off the bits of flour present. he then raises his hand to comb through a few of her now white strands of hair, attempting to clean off whatever's remaining. ❝ i think you need a bath. i'll go run water for you and then i'll clean this up. okay? ❞

[cellistnim]

prksmi

 ❝ Listen, there’s always a                    place where you can hide. ❞

      she states quietly, taking a glance around.        only then she sees that she probably should       have agreed with him. there was literally no        space where they could hide if they needed        to. kasumi gave the other a short side glance. 

                            ❝ Wait— why do we even need to hide?                                         did you kill someone or something? ❞

              A hiding place is not most likely to appear easily in real life. Even horror movies suggested that unless you are in great commitment with faith, you most likely won't survive a ghost attack.               To actually thought horror movies as an example made Yoonhoo chuckles to himself, smiling despite the strict of his situation. He is in chase, obviously. A bunch of goons looking after him and probably scheme to break his bones for good.                      ❝ I killed no one -- sh! ❞             He covers her mouth instantly as he notice one of the men looking around the vicinity. He uses a newspaper he found earlier to cover their faces.  ❝ I'm pretty sure it's my funeral you're going to visit if they caught me so keep quiet ❞

[kgjun]

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[detriley-blog]

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prksmi

          ❝ Hey, did you hear that? ❞

[ncrphilia-blog]

prksmi

    The sky was nothing but a void last night that was akin to the emptiness of her mind as she sat in the middle of the bench that was cemented by the Han River. Not a single glimmer nor twinkle was spotted that night. No echo coming from the cars and people sounded. A perfect night, it was, to merely sit down and not worry about anything life had to shove down her throat without even asking for her permission. 

    She found herself staring at the ethereal quiet the entire time. How long had she been there? An hour? Probably even more than that for it had been a long while since she had relished in that kind of eerie tranquility. Hongdae was just too full of the younger, rebellious crowd along with indie bands that played in every corner of the hip town. Sophia took in a deep sigh and was about to eat the kimbap that she had prepared for her little, recreated spa session before it slipped out of her dead cold hands and onto the sidewalk that was under her feet. "Oh..."

[kgjun]

prksmi / / 

           ❝ If you’d go to hell, and I doubt                that you will, I’d come with you.                 We could, you know, take over                hell, become king and queen —                 that wouldn’t be all too bad, or? ❞

It was an interesting concept to think about ---- though it was one he hoped would never come true. He did not know what the afterlife entails but the estimated life span for a Kitsune can last up to hundreds of years. Unless something happened to change alter that knowledge, he would not be experiencing it for a long time. Rather than dying, he seemed to be more concerned about living without her. 

           ❝ -- yeah. If I’m with you,                           then it’ll be bearable. ❞

[kgjun]

[ kasumi ;; SENT ] It's late and I'm bored and home alone and you should keep me company. What are you doing right now? Do you miss me? Were you thinking about me just now?