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chatoyer, chaleur :--))) & doux.
chatoyer (to shimmer): what is sure to make you cry?
The look on an animal’s face when they’ve been adopted from a shelter. Your face comes close in second though.
chaleur (heat): what are your favorite kinks?
Aha...exhibitionism, choking, blindfolds, biting....dirty talk....
doux (soft): where do you feel most safe?
Under my blankets. All of them.
gimme all the texts ( :
Text Memes / @tempuris Currently accepting.
✉ : 2 AM text
[ sms: edward cullen ]i won’t even bother asking if you’re awake or not because we both know the answer to that question. [ sms: edward cullen ] anyways, i’ll cut to the chase. there’s something i’ve been meaning to get off my chest for a while now and you’re the person i want to talk to about it. come over to my place and bring a bottle of hennessy with you. make sure it isn’t that cheap shit either. i can’t stand the taste of it.
✘ : unsent text
[ sms: edward cullen ] it recently dawned on me that i have said some pretty fucked up shit to you these past few years. i don’t mean half of the things i’ve said to you, byun, so don’t take any of it to heart. you’re a good companion to have. i’m glad you’re in my life.
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☠ : threatening message
[ sms: edward cullen ] i’m only going to say this once, so listen: i’ll give you one chance to delete that fucking video you took of me the other night at pierre gagnarie. i won’t specify which because you know as well as i do that you which one i’m taking about. if not, i’ll head over to your house, personally, and smash your phone against your head until it breaks and you bleed dry.[ sms: edward cullen ] i’ll be generous and give you until tomorrow, no exceptions. [ sms: edward cullen ] don’t disappoint me.
❤ : lusty/loving/affectionate message
[ sms: edward cullen ] i never said i hated you.[ sms: edward cullen ] but that doesn’t mean i necessarily like you either.
♣ : drunk message
[ sms: edward cullen ] so do ukoike sleep in afckn g coffin or hwat[ sms: edward cullen ] im only asking bc u never calrified
Triangle shit.
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leo saved byun's life. byun is honorbound to return the favor.
They were running with no place to go, it was dark, the sunjust set, and everything seemed to be different from the lively place that theywere once in, earlier, when the day was still stern. He was one of his father’smost trusted allies, Byun Baekhyun, a vampire hunter, how ironic for theirlives to clash, but who was he to question his father’s decision about havingan ally, when his Zero hyung is practically living in the mansion that hisfamily kept for generations, being a part of the royal family had always beenthat painful despite its perks, especially if he’s asked to aid him on amission that would probably draw the both to a life and death situation.
He wasn’t mistaken when they were ambushed, Jaehyun was inthe middle of setting up his tracking device, one of the core members of histeam managed to get a DNA sample of their target organization’s leader, onethat would most likely lead the uprising.
It’s been years, even before he was born, that his fatherdiscovered the community that were against the royals’ policies about living commutativelywith each other, purebloods, half-bloods, newborns alike, and it caused some ofthe members of the council and the senate to turn their backs on their leader,the King, the one who laid his life on the line to win the second war that emergedbetween the two different groups of hunters and vampires. Jaehyun wasn’tentirely stupid with the information that he could easily hook up with thethings that he built for that sole reason, but it was a good decision to remindhimself from time to time that his father sacrificed him, his own son, for thesake of his empire.
Footsteps were heard from the miles away with his keensenses, it wasn’t just a person, it wasn’t just Baekhyun running, and he knewthat there were a lot trailing his behind, and he has to hurry or else he’llrun out of time.
With a twist of the small knob that he created as a makeshift timer, he placed the small device over to the place where he hid, tuggingout some grasses from around him to cover it while wishing that despite thisplan being too abrupt and mishandled, he would still be able to walk out ofthat forest alive, if not, he will have to honor himself a glorifying death—butthat time isn’t today, he chants to himself as he went along with Baekhyun whowas severely bruised, there were stab wounds all over his body, and that waswhen he knew, that this was a trap.
“We have to take cover.” Is the only thing that he couldcome up with, because despite knowing that the man whom he’s with would stillwant to fight out of arrogance and pride, Jaehyun wouldn’t be able to come upwith a simple plan of escape. His father would always remind him that if oddsare against him, he has to yield, and search for another opening. “We don’thave much time until the bomb that I’ve set explodes, so you have to trust meon this one.”
You have no otherchoice.
It was a good decision not bring too much but a couple ofblood tablets that his brother, Hyuno, made just for him. Popping two forhimself for an extra boost of strength, he took a split second to race toBaekhyun’s front and to carry him by his back for a better access andstability. If he were to carry him against his chest, the excruciating smell ofhis blood would put him out of focus (although he wouldn’t deny that the strongsmell of his blood is still powerful along his nose, and Jaehyun blames hishuman heredity). “Wait for it.” He states, keeping the hold as he kept his facefront—princes don’t look down, or else their crown would fall, and so he neverdiverted his attention to anything else, until…
Three,
Two,
One.
It wasn’t the sound of the explosion that drove his focusaway from what he was doing but the fact that the breath that lingers aroundhis neck (Baekhyun’s soft breathing) deliberately falls, and that was when heknew that he needed to stop. Jaehyunknew that he had a little time to spare after the probable cause of how hemanaged to put the explosive over to where the men would head to, not tomention that it was only one of the four that he connected with each other,which would diminish the warehouse to which they were supposed to investigate,until Baekhyun wandered around on his own that lead to this moment of hisdeath.
Unless he could stop it.
Since he was given a small medical kit by Taeyong, he wasable to grab some bandages over with some medication that his mother placed toreduce the swelling. His mother’s team that is composed of Taeyong, his brotherHyuno, and herself are doing great in coming up with these medical equipmentthat they could easily utilize and are actually handy in battle. Jaehyunsqueezes a small amount of antiseptic in his hand to press along the slide overBaekhyun’s waist, before wrapping his body with the bandages, that couldprobably last him until they get home.
It wasn’t done though, because he knew that his uncle wouldneed more than just that as his heartbeat is decreasing as well and he can’tsimply give him blood tablets when he knew that it probably wouldn’t work;instead, Jaehyun does the unthinkable, just to save his life, he slowly sliceshis hand, knowing that his body tissues and overall structure as a vampirewould allow him to easily cater his own wounds as Baekhyun’s would probablytake a little longer.
The blood rushed along his palm, creating a small river-likeline across before it dripped over the elder’s lips, one, two, three dropsshould be enough, or else he might feel more pain as purebloods have the tendencyto have stronger bloodstream. The last time that he fed one of his friends hisblood was when it almost caused them his life, they said that the fire oozingover their throat were immensely painful, and he wished for Jaehyun not to doit again.
“Breathe, hyung.” He simply says, sitting next to the manwhile heaving off a sigh as he should cross out one of the numbers on hisbucket list.
Save Baekhyun’s ass, and let him pay with a huge ass favor.
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alec and baekhyun in matching cosplays
“Shit.”
Is the first thing that comes out of Alec’s mouth when he realizes his whole Sailor Moon idea isn’t actually that original. But now that he thinks about it, who the hell wouldn’t dress up as Sailor Moon at an anime convention?
There are meatball heads everywhere. Red boots, blue skirts- it’s a train crash happening before his eyes and it’s not a great feeling. But it’s even worse when your own friend, someone you thought you could trust, shows up in a blond wig and red boots too.
Well, fuckaroo.
“Nice...Outfit there...Baek...” He paints on a smile that’s more artificial than Barbie’s sense of style. It’s almost painful for him to say it. The only thing that solaces him is that at least now he’ll have something to burn later. Aside from old lab papers, finally.
“Save it. Don’t think I don’t know those eyes, Alec. It’s your fault though.”
Nevermind about being civil. Alec saves a peek at his invisible watch; it’s too early for this but oh well. It’s about to go down anyway; at least it’s healthy for their friendship. It’d been awhile since one of them had yelled or thrown terrible punches over who knows what. He does feel bad about wasting his time on the makeup though when it’s about to get smudged.
“My fault? Baek, I sent you that snap last weekend! Full outfit, even put a little crescent in the caption.” His voice is barely below a yell.
“Well, you and your technologically disabled ass set the timer to two seconds! I told you Alec, you need to set it to at least 5 for ANYBODY to see what you’ve sent!”
Now he’s mad. A white glove flies off of his hand and the other falls to the ground as well. Next thing they know, Alec is grabbing onto the buns on Baekhyun’s head, hell bent on ripping them off with a vice-like grip.
“YOU NEVER WANT ME TO BE HAPPY YOU FUCKWAD!”
“OW! GET OFF YOU DICK WHAT THE HELL!?”
There’s lots of screaming, yelling, head-butting and name calling for the next 5 minutes. Bystanders watch, wondering if they’re members of opposing gangs or just high off of some bad weed. Sequins fly and ripped wigs litter the floor after they’re done. No words can be said between them, and both go home separately.
The next day:
{ to : baek (carrot emoji) } im really srry baek.
{ to : baek (carrot emoji) } i dont think ur an fwad. ur my best friend and i love you. :(
{ to : baek (carrot emoji) } skype me??
"Yo, kid." Words are but an empty introduction for the frame of lenghty fingers is found coiled to the shape of a fist, a figure that shortly crosses through the latter's jaw into a firm punch charged by inhuman cells within. "Get your head straight and get over whatever happened between you and Jaehyun." The echoing of a click in annoyance echoes past the crevice of rose lips, lithe of limbs soon found crossing over his thorax. "That is nothing like you. It's pitiful. Man up, Taeyong."
Taeyong wanted nothing but opulent solitude, but he received more than he bargained for.
He’s tempted to leave when he catches a glimpse of Baekhyun from the corner of his eye, but he decides to stick around and hear what they have to say before he makes a decision. Forearms remain propped upon the concrete baluster and his fingers have yet to untwine. “Look,” his gaze draws towards the elder, jaded and unamused. “If you’re here to stir up something with me, save it. I’m not in the mood to deal with your melodramatic bullshit.”
It takes him a second or two to fully assimilate what had recently transpired, as he doesn’t recall ever having been confronted in this way before. He blinks, astounded, subconsciously tracing tracing the pads of his fingers over the area that became a victim of physical abuse. Copper plagues his tastebuds, and it is unsatisfying. Taeyong doesn’t realize he’s bleeding until he swipes at the blood tracing down his chin from pale lips that were once unmarred, gaze skimming over the contrast its created across his fingers.
Now, it is mere thought of Jaehyun made his stomach twist and turn in ways he didn’t think were possible, as he has long since shoved every tantalizing thought he had of the younger to the back of his mind for sake of his own mentality and well-being. However, Baekhyun’s mention of the aforementioned inevitably brought each of them back into awareness, and he, quite frankly, could feel everything beginning to sink into the sensitive underbelly of his heart.
He feels the pain, but anger replaces it.
“How many times do I need to remind you to stay the fuck out of my life?” He harshly inquires, lurching forward and grabbing ahold of the wrist belonging to the hand that was used to assault him, and he throws the latter against the wall behind them. Taeyong leans forward until there’s little space separating them, fingers clenched into an exceedingly tight fist as he slams it against the wall, purposely missing and hitting the spot beside their head. His gaze is hard and his breathing is hitched. “You don’t know anything about me, Baehyun. You don’t know anything about what happened between me and Jaehyun, so stop going around and sticking your nose into my fucking business, and just leave me the fuck alone.”
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(` the slender strings of bones coated by the frail of skin layers coils to the frame of a fist set to his direction when the movement is built into the air, twisting the frame of a long arm for a split of second before releasing the grasp upon the latter’s palm. it is still amusing.) How about no. (` building across the thin lines stained of crimson is the pleasantly occupied shape of thin lips, a set of hazel orbs laid upon the male as the wicked of taunt erupts from its confinements, the previous set of fingers set to halt the other’s action now traveling along the silk of chestnut strands nonchalantly. ) You really have nothing better to do, huh?
[ `immense detestation, it is the single most notable force to the sheer weight behind the audacious punch he had thrown at the elder. calloused fingers enclosed against his palm, the raven-haired immortal failed to notice the way his nails dug into his once unmarred skin, drawing pools of blood beneath the minuscule cuts. his fist remains firm and locked in place even after the swift interception had unfolded, immediately prying his hand out from the grip. he remains silent, countenance hardening over time as he perceived their riposte. every word coming from the other infuriates him in ways he did not think we’re possible, as does their mere existence. age, rank, supposed superiority – whatever the fuck byun baekhyun was – none of it fazes him, not even to the slightest degree. inundated by a second wave of emotions, he does not hesitate as he reaches forward and captures the elder by the throat, shoving them against the nearest wall. his grip is relentless, as is the way his crimson orbs pierce through the pair of staring directly into his own. ] I told you, didn’t I? I told you to stop interfering with my life and stay the fuck out of my sight. Are you fucking dense or just plain oblivious? What part of that wasn’t clear to you the first time? [ `there’s more bite to his words than intended, grip tightening to the point where he’s positive bruises would begin to form amidst the grasp. ]
agate, amazonite and biotite.
agate: how my muse calms down
Calming himself down isn’t a hard thing to do. Jaehyun mastered the art of resilience, and his ability of not giving into the pressure that the society gives everyone managed to put a great deal on his ability to actually see people’s perspective, thus, giving him the advantage of putting his thoughts in a concrete and organized way. He’s not always calm, he’s not perfect in that way, but whenever he’s faced with difficulty in actually adjusting to any situation, he counts one to ten--one to inhale, two to exhale, three to clench his fist, four to wiggle his fingers free, five to close his eyes, six to open them again, seven is to clear his head from the pending anger, eight is to make a justified thought, nine is to arrange his words correctly, ten is to execute the plan that he has in mind.
amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest
Situations involving revealing a more important fact or information that was given to him by anyone who is in his own clan or group--Jaehyun doesn’t like the idea of being dishonest because he knows that there’s no point in being so but if it also involves those who are important to him, he will make sure to device a plan that has a small percent of backfiring.
biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
Having an intelligent mind, Jaehyun deals with the ideologies that were introduced to him as such young age. The problems that he shouldn’t deal with because he’s still too young to experience such stress but he knew well enough that he’s also too mature for his own age. Most of the time, it’s the internal battle of doing the right thing or something less justifiable, and Jaehyun is still learning which one’s which.
Slender finger inch forward to capture the latter phone, building distance between them seconds after so orbs may hover over the screen with no disturbance. He stops for a second, reads, re-reads, and then turns back to face the younger, a brow raised as he extends out the phone with 'Edward Cullen' plastered over their exchanged text messages. "What the fuck is this?" Bitch; it's left burning on the tip of his tongue.
He was leaning against the wall when his phone was discourteously snatched out of his hands. His position remains unchanged, but his eyes have already taken towards the one of audacity. He hasn’t spoken a word since then, and he had no intention to until a question’s been thrown his way. Glancing down at the phone, he spends no more than a second or two looking at the screen, taking in everything that was being presented before him. Taeyong isn’t stupid, he’s an asshole; there’s a difference. He knows exactly what Baekhyun was referring to, but for the sake of his own personal amusement, he pretends to be oblivious. “A phone. Haven’t you ever seen one before?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he doesn’t particularly care for what they have to say. Straightening his posture, he seizes his phone from the elder as he passes by them, spare hand pressing into their side and pushing them away from his entirety as to pave his own path. “Don’t touch my shit without my consent, Cullen.”
