#svlanaceae

[casualkillers]

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It is very surreal that for a moment -- a fleeting, agonizing two seconds, David? He didn’t think he was going to ever come back here. He stands in the club parking lot, like any other time she’s beckoned him he comes. It’s standard, none of the... extra things they’ve done come to mind, he wonders if it clouded his judgment. Caught under the spell of a vixen with a sadistic streak the length of every stadium in the world (probably not enough.) It was new, exciting - but he’s not a human sexbot -- he’s a killing machine, there is a difference. 

It’s so easy to slip into it, face falling stoic as he wades through the building, the Tea House merely steps away, he’s back to silently taunting her doorman, a sense of normalcy knocks the lingering icky feelings from his mind. He steps into the familiar room and he can’t taste what he’s feeling. It’s different when he’s seeing her alive in the flesh. 

He won’t say anything until she does. 

[casualkillers]

" come. i need you. "

@svlanaceae stopped by.

Four words and it’s like being doused in ice water. He’s shockingly awake, she’s an electric pinprick keeping him alert. Come. I need you. He has sat on his hands for weeks now agonizing about this moment. Preparing for this moment. Come. I need you. 

“I’m on my way.”

[casualkillers]

kandahar.

The best thing he could call this is a reality check.

In true fashion he’s selfish as usual, thinking about himself but it’s so telling. Truly, the powers that be have decided to remind him in the worst way that nothing ever really changes.

Change your name, inject things into your veins, its other people’s blood on your hands but at the end of the day? He’s still Chester Ryu: perpetual fuck up.

With each punch to the sandbag he grunts, jab jab, uppercut, dodge – it’s a dance he does often to clear his head, picking things up and dropping them is easy but he needs to feel the pain of his repercussions sometimes, it’s the proverbial beating to keep him humble in a sense.

He should have been more firm, pushed the ‘professional’ angle harder no, he was thinking with his dick (his nipples) and let something that he could have prevented from happening and now it rests on his shoulders, the worry – (she’s alive he has to remind himself, she’s alive) – the guilt. He’s taken back to Kandahar, freaking out with Private First Class Brody’s blood on his face – he couldn’t stop the bleeding, it’s a backhand to his face and a shake of his shoulder “get yourself together corporal.”

People die, people, die every single day.

His large frame heaves, feet surrounded by sand, busted open bag skidding to a stop in the corner of the room, the dripdripdrip of blood hitting the floor from his knuckles sounds louder in his head. His serum must be depleted, why else would he respond this way?

He can’t go back in time and change things, but what he can do? He can wait for the phone call and when it comes? He’ll be ready and there will be hell to pay.

[mxmories]

starter for @svlanaceae

Concealed in the very back of a dark alleyway in Seocho, Nami shivered. Despite the thermal undershirt she was wearing, the jacket that she layered over it was nowhere near enough to shield her from the Seoul winter temperatures. however she knew it was necessary given the circumstances. She was out assisting Jongwoo on one of his jobs he received. As usual, she was simply his escape route, a way for him to effortlessly flee the crime scene almost without a trace, and currently on standby by the border that separate Seocho and Gangnam. The male was somewhere in Gangnam, prepping a gas leak throughout a building that was the headquarters of some rising tech company; she didn’t know the details. With a shaky exhale, she glanced down at her wristwatch

3:00am.. Jongwoo oppa should be finishing up--

Nami didn’t complete the thought as a large, booming explosion happened from where she was. She couldn’t see the building on fire but she could see the area across the border lit up, smoke filling the air. Guilt stabbed her conscious, hoping no one was hurt, but she forced herself to shake it off and imagined the pick-up location in her mind, raising a hand and summoning a swirling portal of darkness. Ominous sounds were coming from the portal but it didn’t faze her, not anymore. She was about to step into the portal when she thought she felt a presence behind her, whipping her head around for any trace of movement. Silence was the only thing that greeted her and after awhile, she reluctantly shrugged it off and stepped through the portal to enter the corridor of darkness. Before it closed, she gave one last glance behind her to see if there was anyone there.

[invisiblemvnsters-blog]

starter for @svlanaceae |  with: jihoon based on this meme

“There are days I think we’re just in over our heads here.” jihoon chuckles, taking a sip from his wine glass. he glances over at his companion for the night’s gala, elena, and tilts his glass towards her in a small toast. He doesn’t usually go to events such as these, but as he was personally invited by the hosts for tonight, he felt it would be a little too rude to decline. “Don’t you think these people still see us as a couple of kids just playing grown up?”

[witchymisun-blog]

❝ Maybe love and pain are synonyms. ❞

if there was something she knew to be true was that, yes, love and pain walked hand and hand. she first found it out when she lost her father. she felt the pain that came with loving him so much, and she found out when she looked at her mother after eight years had passed since the day she lost her husband; she saw the misery and hurt in her eyes, the lack of determination and life in every move she made.

she knew when she found out about her family’s curse. she knew the moment she realized that she could never love anyone, or they would suffer the same fate as her father.

“i think you’re right,” misun nodded to herself, wishing to believe the worst about love or else she would want to pursuit it, and that was something she couldn’t do. “if you love someone, you’re bound to get hurt.”