#salvamiamami

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vehement | H && L

{ salvami-amami​ --

          Anyone passing him by might think he's in some kind of trouble, or maybe he's expecting someone -- and somehow, they could be right. hunter honestly couldn't tell anyone exactly what it is until this moment in time, when he catches that scent, and the feeling he'd been getting made every bit of sense, then. bleached blonde hair is pushed away from golden eyes, and hunter briefly curses himself for not styling it up and away from his vision today. but the regret only lasts for half a second as the scent suddenly gets stronger, and he feels like he's standing at the epicenter of a seismic wave of wonder, brows popping up in curiosity. 

              he tries not to let it get to him at first, entering the bar after a long and tiring day of pretending to be human. he knows he'll have to keep it up until he's alone in his bedroom, and it's just routine by now, so the only complaining he'll do is mental. he waves to a few people he's acquainted with, occasionally joining them for drinks or the sharing of a brief memory. he's not here to get drunk, because he knows he shouldn't, but apparently the others are already on the fast track there, and it's only about 10:30pm. after a while, hunter just laughs and slips away from them. 

              he hops up onto a barstool, scrolling through notifications on his phone when that scent hits him again. his tongue lines the shape of the fangs in his mouth behind his lips, and hunter can't help but raise his eyes and look around, trying to gauge the general direction of where the scent originates with the subtle sniff to the air. 

              it's familiar and yet foreign ; he knows that scent, he knows it well, but he doesn't. it's the smell of his own kind, but someone from another pack. again, hair is cleared from his line of vision as he keeps his eyes on the crowd, knowing that the other must be able to sense him, too. perhaps he has a better sense of direction, and perhaps he will find hunter before hunter finds him. 

              but with that thought, he bumps right into someone's shoulder, muttering a quick apology before he catches that same smell that had been in the air. 

              ❝ -- well, hi there. ❞

[bxrnthxscxty]

4, 9, 12, 20, 28 for Jeongguk

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

No verbal tics, and no trouble pronouncing anything unless he’s speaking in another language. Jeongguk’s English isn’t the best, and he has some trouble with the letter “r”, but no more so than any other non-native speaker. He does had the occasional problem with voicing his thoughts when he becomes flustered, but that’s not a problem so much as it is a characteristic of his personality and his age.

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

Jeongguk does dream. Frequently, actually. A lot of the time he doesn’t remember his dreams. The ones he does remember are often some sort of a nightmare. When Jeongguk can’t sleep, he’s prone to reading. He likes factual books. Non-fiction. But he’s a huge fan of fantasy and action-themed books. So generally he’ll go grab whatever book he’s reading at the time, if it’s not right there on his bedside table, and curl up in bed and read until either he’s sleepy again or until it’s time for him to get up and face the say.

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Well, they’re not so much unusual in general as they are unusual for his age. He’s practical, not just within himself, but with everything. And he’s frank, too, preferring to both be honest (to a degree, at least, whenever his work is involved) and preferring others are honest with him. Jeongguk is also incredibly analytical and prone to logical reasoning. Sure, he’ll act on his emotions, especially when his job isn’t on the line. But if you put him in a situation where it’s head versus heart, it’s his head and whatever logical, reasonable thing he’s come up with that’s going to win. And finally, but perhaps the most unsusual? Jeongguk is innocent. Sure, he’s a shadow for a huge crime family, and his mother doesn’t believe he exists, and she’s tried to kill him, and he’s killed a person or two for interfering with his work… but beyond that? He’s still just a kid. He’s still struggling with school, and he’s still struggling with friend and friendships, fighting to both identify himself and find an identity for himself that he likes. He’s innocent, and he’s young, and it’s not normal for someone with his sort of background and job, but that’s still who he is.

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

He wouldn’t. Jeongguk has killed before, but he doesn’t like to. He’s conscientious, and he’s aware that killing someone deprives someone else of a parent, or a sibling, or a relative, or a best friend, or someone that just just love. Everyone has them in their life, even if that person may be an asshole. Jeongguk wouldn’t kill anyone if he had a choice.

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Yes, Jeongguk is afraid of death. But then, who isn’t? He’s not entirely set in his beliefs any more, so he’s not sure if there’s a heaven or a hell, nor is he sure if he’ll be sent to either place upon death (so he’s not sure whether to be afraid of that or not). But he is afraid of dying, of leaving his mother alone, of leaving his friends behind, of leaving a job uncompleted. He likes living, even if it’s hard sometimes. 

As for regrets… Jeongguk doesn’t have many. He likes to live without them as much as possible. But if he were to die right now, right in this instant, he would regret not being a better son to his mother when he could be, and even when she’d forgotten him. He would regret not trying harder  to get her to remember him. In the future when he dies, no matter the age, that’s likely to be his biggest regret.

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Those tears don't suit your face.. - To Alex from Jack

Alex doesn’t normally cry — not because he thinks it’s ‘unmanly’ or anything, but he just never has anything to cry about. He knows he has had a good life and still lives a good one compared to some of the other tenants and he’s always grateful because of that.

Yet here he is, crying quietly in his shop out of anger and frustration. He had been working on painting and designing a specific board for weeks and he was nearly done — when a clumsy kid came in and knocked paint over it, basically ruining it.

Oh yes, Alex had struggled not to scream.

The words from the other male startle him; he hadn’t even heard anyone enter his shop. A small, wry smile curls his lips and he wipes at his eyes. The blond turns away slightly, giving a small shrug in response.

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Those tears don't suit your face.. - From Chrysalis to Jungkook

“What?”

For as strong as Jeongguk pretends to be, he’s still just a child, forced to age in order to play caretaker and to fill the many roles thrust upon him. He’s a master of playing pretend, adept at adapting to his many roles within the span of heartbeats, and skilled enough to know when a tense situation may play into or out of his favor. But he is still just a child, and no child wants to be treated as a stranger by the one person they should hold above all else.

Jeongguk’s mother had called him a stranger today. She’d been demure at his arrival, but his continued presence after she’d been told by a nurse that her son would visit had been aggressive. Jeongguk had been to close. The necklace with her wedding ring, to always keep her close to heart and within his memory, had been out and visible. 

And his mother had always been skilled when it came to such coordination.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes when reality sinks back in, dragging the butt of a palm across one eye and down his cheek. He’d been so wrapped up in his own misery that he’d failed to notice their approach -- and really, he should have. Who fails to notice someone so tall with hair that bright? Jeongguk may not be the best, but damn it, he knows better!

The reflexive urge to deny sits on his tongue, but his teeth snap down onto his tongue, caging the lie and cornering it like a wild creature. Only when he tastes the dirty copper penny of blood on his tongue does Jeongguk give the other his attention. “No one looks good when they cry.” His hand lifts a second time, making a swipe that scrubs the evidence away from his other cheek. Save for the puffiness of his eyes and the red of his cheeks — and perhaps the rasp of his voice — no one would know. “Can I help you with something?”

[irrefragabiles-et-tenellum]

♥ - from Lyr

♥: Our characters will have a Mistletoe Kiss

Addie and Lyr walked through the door of the 24 hour coffee shop. They'd made a habit of coming here every Thursday night after her dance practice. At least he's finally gotten over her buying their drinks; they alternate who pays. This was the last time they'd have coffee together for a few weeks though. It was almost Christmas, and her family was going out of town for the break.

He held the door for her as she continued their conversation. "I don't know where we're going yet. My dad always plans the vacations and keeps them a secret until we get there. I'm not too fond of it, but he always says its a family tradition or whatever."

He follows her, smiling as they walk to the counter. She goes to order her drink, and the lady at the counter tsks and points back to the door. "No drinks until you follow the rules." She smiles coyly, and Addie follows her gaze.

And there, above the door, is a small sprig of mistletoe. Her jaw dropped the tiniest bit, and she looked back at him. "Ha!" he retorted. "I don't think so."

"Oh come one, we can't get our drinks if we don't do it." Although she wasn't too keen on the idea, either.

He rolled his eyes at her and groaned. "Fine." He scrunched his face and kissed her forehead. "There. Good enough." Addie couldn't help but laugh. "Now order my drink while I so wash and sanitize my mouth and get girl germs off of it."

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"I just really need you to shut the hell up right now." -- from Sol

Jimin is silenced almost immediately, taken aback, and he stares at the other for a long, hard moment. “Well someone is in a shitty mood tonight.”

[irrefragabiles-et-tenellum]

❆ - from Lyr

❆ -- It's snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Snow. Addie loved the snow. And this time, she hadn’t made it. She looked up at the night sky, puffs of white falling onto her face. She was thoughtful, as normally happened when it snowed.

She knew she’d be in trouble when she got home. It was late, almost 10 at night. Okay, so it wasn’t that late, but to her parents, it was blasphmeous to come home after like, 7. But she’d been having so much fun at Katie’s with her and Rachel, that she just couldn’t pull herself away. They’d spent the evening baking and marathoning Pretty Little Liars. Not that they hadn’t seen every single episode at least twice. And since it was a school night, they’d even gotten some homework done. And dished about the latest gossip going around school; latest fashion trends, where Stacy had gotten that skirt she’d worn yesterday because it was absolutely horrid, and of course the new boy who came to a new school halfway through a school year because really, who does that? It’s like, social sin.

So of course she wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t looking where she was going, and she was suddenly falling to the ground. Her navy blue sun dress flew up as she hit the cold ground hard, and she rushed to push it down, her long white hair falling in her face as a result. Through the veil of white she could see color in front of her. So obviously someone had run into her. Go figure; she never wears a coat outside if it’s late, because she never runs into anyone who would question why she doesn’t have one, and tonight she did, the night when she wasn’t even carrying one over her arm. She stood up and pushed the loose curls from her bright blue eyes, looking at the person in front of her. Her mouth dropped and her eyes widened.

He had a super fancy red coat, so that wasn’t that bad. She had no need for a coat and was actually tempted to take it and run. It was nice. And his face was pleasant enough (although her looked Asian, like the new guy at her high school, and he better not also be a new student this would ruin things what was this world coming to?), even with the bright colors in his blonde hair and his ear piercings. Her hand came to her hair and pulled it all to one side and over her shoulder, shuddering at the thought of ruining her white tresses with dye. His pants ruined it. Bright, lime green skinny jeans. And his boots, cut just above the ankle and with super long laces that laced all the way up, were the most God awful shade of hot pink she’d ever seen. She could have heart a fashion heart attack on the spot.

"Oh my god, are you fashion blind?" She stood and stared at him, not bothering to help him up, her arms crossed over her chest.