#shortlivcd

[desultcry-blog]

kiss + 17 !!

meme. / accepting!

Quin should know better.

Sure, it  shuts  him up when lips meet his, and, sure, he’s not able to talk when he’s far too focused on kissing Quin, holding Quin, completely  breathing  Quin in, marveling over every little detail as the man does each time he has the chance to indulge in the shorter man---  however,  and quite a  HUGE  however, is that, now, the poor man has little chance to get Jihun to leave him alone.

Simple kiss quickly becomes Jihun’s desire to dote over every piece of Quin, as kisses move in and out of depth, from a peaceful, passionate touch into a  series  of pecks, sweet nothings escaping the man as he presses kiss after his from his cheek, to his temple, to his  scalp,  back down against his chin and grazing his jaw--- it’s just  impossible  to keep himself away from it. All the while a rather  DOPEY  smile making Jihun look more like a lovestruck dummy than anything else.

Good luck, Quin. And Godspeed.

[imnotbrokcn]

@shortlivcd liked for some angst

Running into Quinton right now was the last thing he had expected, and because of who he was there with it was the last person he wanted to run into. He didn't want his best friend to know he was back with his ex.

Trying to grab Todd's hand and pull him in another direction before they were spotted but it was too late. Todd already called out Quinton's name and waved.

[tadashx]

@shortlivcd || ❤

❝ Woah--- are you alright ?? ❞  Stopping in his tracks, hands raised as he guards from the other, who seemed, somehow, even more  frazzled  than he felt. Coffee held supported more strongly now, after it was almost met with  catastrophe  at his own shock.

[scum-bcg-archived-blog]

@shortlivcd ( x )

“ In  GENERAL,  you fucking moron, “  he mutters, crowding himself up to his side, looming over his shoulder like a terrified volture, all of his moxy drained out of him. Whining softly, he clutches tight to his arm, jaw grit tight and biting at his own anxiety.  Corn mazes ??  Fine.  ZOMBIE corn mazes ??  No, thank you, he’d much rather pass--- yet here he was.

“ I fucking  HATE  this !! “

[silicoded-blog]

჻ ░ ▒ ▓ } - LOGGING IN… @shortlivcd​​ HAS REQUESTED ACCESS.

…ACCEPT [ ✖ ]

i don't usually go out.

because going out means i have to don my organic body, make it look at least semi-decent, and head out into the open with my head bowed and my hood over my head. though i am an entrepreneur, though i own several businesses by proxy, and though i have an entire empire in the inorganic world of networks and electric connections...

the organic world has often eluded me. and yet here i am in it, walking with my hands shoved into my pockets and my handkerchief tied around my neck to hide my mouth if need be.

luckily enough, i am positive none have pictures of me circulating around the internet. me, not silico - silico is a different identity; two green orbs of light against a dark figure, illuminated by the monitors of his computer. this is how the world knows of him, and by extension, myself.

but once in a while... i admit. i needed to hear the sound of someone's voice other than my own, or one of my hallucinations walking in on me deciding to insult me. and even then, those were projections my brain made - voices i had likely heard before, in the past.

but in a bookstore, where there was nothing to bother me but the quiet workers and the sounds of pages turning by gentle hands - somehow, this experience called to me today, when nothing in the inorganic world required my immediate attention.

and so i walk inside - looking around me as i do, hoping that none would spot me, recognize me. but such is the paranoid man within silico, who wishes nothing more than to remain anonymous. and if anyone asked... my name was sean bell.

my eyes settle upon a man working behind the counter, manning the cash register. a miserable looking thing, his eyes downcast and his face a literal constellation of freckles - if gazed upon closely, it would be likely to see the big dipper right in the middle of his cheek, i think.

what am i specifically looking for, today? oh. of course. now i remember. i approach the man behind the counter, keeping my hands in my pockets as i do so, doing my best not to have my eyes meet his.

' ex...excuse me. do you happen to have a copy of... of kierkegaard's either/or? ' i inquire, my voice stumbling a bit as i spoke.  

a splendid way to begin this, my first organic interaction in... weeks, perhaps.

[hcpelcss]

@shortlivcd // starter <3 !!

❝ hey, i know i’ve been kind of distant recently and i want to apologize. i’m working on getting better, for you, for josh and myself, also i’m taking the week off of work since you and josh are out of school for the spring. so, we can focus on our family. does that sound like something you want to do? ❞

[hcpelcss]

@shortlivcd // x

he wasn't thinking when it was said. they were just going at each other, raising their voices, one thing led to another and then it just came out. that was possibly the worst thing either of them could have said to each other and nav let it slip and as soon s those harsh words left his lips he regretted it immediately. he saw the hurt and disappointment in his lover's eyes and reached out to grab his arm gently, his blue eyes expressing regret.

❝ quin, i didn’t mean that. hey, look at me! i’m sorry, i don’t hate you, i hate this, arguing all the time, not you. it slipped. ❞

[imnotbrokcn]

@shortlivcd

( * message – JOEY !! ): rise and shine, my friend! ( * message – JOEY !! ): i’m omw over with coffee and donuts, and if you’re not up and dressed by the time i’m over, i’m gonna eat them all myself

[TEXT - Q] Why are you up this early?? [TEXT - Q] It’s my day off, do I really have to get up? Can’t you just get in to some PJ’s and join me in bed with the donuts?