Mar 17, 2015
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Leave a 〄 in my askbox and I'll tell you the first three words that come to my character's mind at the thought of yours.
POLITE. W E L L - M A N N E R E D. KIND.
"Damn you."
Angst Starter Masterlist.
And he was on the verge of opening his mouth to retort something - or more like snap, though the other didn’t have to know that - and yet Junmyeon found himself unable to even bring so much out as a single word. Damn you, what a classy way of letting him know that he sucked since he did not question in the least that this was what that message was supposed to get across.
Point made, he was an utter jerk. Now what?
"You’re free to leave if my presence bothers you that much,” was all he managed to say in the end, his voice faintly laced with bitterness, but he covered it up fairly well by bowing his head politely. Distance was a weapon he frequently used, especially when keen on guilt-tripping someone else.
thronisms
Feeling rather chill already from his nature, Shane crept through the crowd, aiming endlessly for spots to run to. Soon the crowd followed its separate ways and he was led towards one. Following that same path which lead to his way home, Shane found himself having his shoulder blade clasped together with a stranger's, the feeling of burning coldness running down his spine. Funny, that guy just froze me, his mind quietly whispered, and then something clacked on the floor, something useless for Shane -- his cellphone. He hated using it for whatever so he barely took any calls, and, honestly, he wanted to toss it into the Han if he could. He tried to call the other's attention though. "I can't believe this...", Shane's acting was nice and smooth, chewing on his lower lip, yet the emotionless expression of his casual self mixed with one that'd suit the situation, whatever that was. The important was, Shane made it seem convincing.
✘ — thronisms;
Snowflakes have always been a quite tiny beauty added to the human nature--at least that was how the young male had it engraved in his mind, especially since taking a perfect picture of one of those wasn't exactly the easiest task, though also not one to give up on. The fact that Thomas could be found laying on the grass of the park was probably quite weird, especially since the sight wasn't something to be seen every single day, camera carefully placed over his jacket that was extended over the snow before he could snap a picture after the other, trying to use the zoom tool in order to get the picture the way he wanted it. The process was going on smoothly ... until someone tripped on his torso, falling face flat to the snow. More than quickly, the photographer turned around, trying to help the stranger to sit up and away from the ice cold snow.
"Oh God--I'm so sorry, sir. Are you alright?"
"Is this you? "
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“Sort of. It’s me but it’s cropped into another photo so that it looks like my mother is standing next to me.”
He took a breath, as this would take a while to explain before the other would completely understand what the purpose of this picture was.
"Our photos were taken on separate days for a magazine. My old lady was overseas and couldn’t make it to the original appointment, so I got mine taken by myself and she took hers at her place. Both photos were sent to an editor who cropped and edited them, as it’s usually done before they’ll be published. Even though it looks like we are next to each other, we really aren’t. She was thousands of miles away from me on that day."
Not only physically but also emotionally.
Thronisms ouo
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Opinion on;
Character in general: Ah, Xiumin. In this one word already, there’s my whole love for this man. I truly admire him for being such an amazing older brother to all EXO members and I actually wish he could get more attention since to me, he seems very underrated.How they play them: Before I managed to drop you a message or two, I’ve been already observing Zafkiel. He’s simply intriguing as a whole. His potrayal is well-shaped and interesting. Probably not exactly a great companion for my muse, since Jay is an ass but— I truly praise this angelic potrayal and the idea itself. I think your muse deserves so much love, honestly.
The Mun: Never had a chance to speak to them—
Do I:
RP with them: …started? so to say?Want to RP with them: Definitely yes.
What is my;
Overall Opinion: Despite our muses not having much in common in terms of personalities and interests, I think like opposite might attracts and we should plot, plot and…. plot!
thronisms ouo~~
Opinion on;
Character in general: Seems pretty interesting, although I honestly haven’t delved a whole lot of how they fleshed out their character uu;;How they play them: I haven’t really read their RPs on the dash so I have no idea orzThe Mun: A real sweetheart ;;; we haven’t really personally talked, but they made a few gifs and icons for me when I was at a loss a few weeks ago and I’m forever thankful.
Do I:
RP with them: They’ve sent in a couple memes but other than that, I don’t think so.Want to RP with them: Yes please o3o
What is my;
Overall Opinion: Mun is very kind from what I’ve observed but I haven’t interacted with them enough to really say much.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
Don't chase the rabbit
Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.
"Are they on already?"
The sixteen-year-old’s eyes perked up when the host of the music show introduced another boyband, curiosity sweeping over his features rather quickly. While he wasn’t very fond of the Korean mainstream music that seemed to be loved by everyone, including his peers, Junmyeon couldn’t avoid finding certain acts very appealing and talented. Besides, he couldn’t listen to classical music all day long without melancholy settling down in his heart and making everything a bit dimmer. Therefore, it was nice to branch out in different directions.
"No," the woman shook her head before raising a hand to absent-mindedly pat the boy’s head whose eyes were focused on the small part backstage where the idols would have to enter the stage. "Daesung-ssi and Seungri-ssi said their fellow members are still getting dressed up."
"Have you talked to them, Ajumma?"
She nodded her head before her face split into a small smile. “Of course I have, stupid. Jiyong is my nephew, after all.”
Junmyeon heaved a sigh as if to say ‘I know, I know’ but his lips remained sealed, instead offering the woman next to him a crooked grin. “He could be a model for the company… actually, all of them could be. What do you think, would they be up for it?”
Upon the sound of footsteps reaching her ears, she turned around to be greeted with the sight of her beaming nephew, causing her to gently nudge the boy next to her in an attempt to get his attention. “Why don’t you ask him yourself, Myeon-ah?”
"Are you insane ” The younger retorted, instantly growing pale at the sight of the approaching singer but before he could even so much as consider running away, his nanny’s hand was curling around his wrist and forcing him to stay.
"Jiyong-ah, you look exhausted. Really, you should rest more. What do I tell your mother when she asks me how you are?" A greeting wasn’t necessary, not when it involved family. Junmyeon always admired the way she could so easily emit kindness and sternness all at once.
"You tell her that her son loves her very much and misses her beyond imagination. That should do it, right?"
The woman grinned but her smile quickly faded into a neutral expression upon noticing her protegé’s distant facial expression. At times she forgot that he wanted nothing but to be close to his family too and to rub it in his face like that it just wasn’t fair.