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-whispers softly- what a /babe/

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“i know it’s weird, but it’s easy money. and we need the cash,” ziara pointed out. they were at the end of their rope, really– this was their last hope. a last ditch attempt to make enough money to stay in their apartment. ziara hadn’t kept it a secret that she’d done porn a couple times before they’d met to help her pay off her car and student loans, and that she’d been a camgirl too, but she hadn’t done it since they got together. and she was loyal. she wasn’t going to do this if her partner wasn’t in on it too. “it’ll be just like normal. except with a camera. i’ll help you relax– what do you say?”

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Few things in life are capable of escaping the reach of his ire, and he would never tell those things to anyone. But lucky for Ra-il, children are among the few on that list. So rather than scoff or snap like he normally would, he allows his lips to tilt into a knowing smile as he regards the boy.

                        “That’s because I do. But you can’t tell anyone else, got it?”

Ra-il tilted his head, eyes bright and curious. “Will you lose your magic if I tell people?” the boy asked innocently, blinking up at the beautiful hyung as he kicked his feet from the high stool he was sitting on, “I know a witch too. She’s a nice noona and she gave me a fox as a pet! It’s huge and fluffy.” He waved his hands around, realising he got sidetracked before puffing his chest out. “Of course I won’t tell anyone!” he immediately added, “I wouldn’t want you to lose your magic, because then you’d be sad, and I don’t want you to be sad.” 

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“Oh nothing-- I’m just looking for the owner. Tell him an old friend is here to see him, alright kid?”

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Kwang Ho & Artemis ;’ simjcng

— you say —                  you hate him but the { w a y } you                                   ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ      —  its so clear — even when you                          { h a t e } him                                              you'll always protect him.  

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—-    ▌ ☾ ❞▐   With ease the Huntress slides into the dance club. This one is new, but the bouncers don’t dare try to stop her. Rarely do any have the gall to try. She breathes in the repairing and oh so damaging trill that fills the air with alcohol and cigarette smoke. Straightening her posture, the Goddess begins her hunt by shamelessly struting onto the dance floor. The base thrums through her bones and refreshes her spirit in the wild chaos of the beat. Artemis can feel her eyelids flutter to a peaceful half close as she grinds and twirls to the rhythm. 

She is well aware of the gawking that has begun, she pays no attention. Any man or woman that should dare to touch her always swiftly meet their end. And tonight, Jeeves isn’t here to stop her from going in for the kill. Though in the heat of the moment, a foreign unease coats her dancing vessel. Allowing her verdant eyes to open once more, she catches glance of the male watching from across the entirety of the club. He isn’t like the others. While most humans are cast off as dull, this one holds the eyes.

                                                        The eyes of a hunter.