#tuberculian

[hrvkrv-blog]

tuberculian said: she was tired as well; her eyes threatened to close even as she was walking. her creations the previous night had given her a bit of trouble. letting out a small sigh, lian’s steps grew wider as she began to step over large amounts of snow.

Stalking his prey was always such a blessing in the midst of the winding snow that surrounded them, his body could easily sink down to be shielded by the white dust though it seemed he didn't have to do such a thing, especially when the girl was far too focused on making her way out of the snow. Just as her feet hit a clearing he sunk down into the sidelines to further watch her travelings, still debating on whether or not to paint the white red.

[hrvkrv-blog]

She fumbled with putting on her thick mittens as she walked down the street. The snow was coming down heavier, but she was in no hurry. Home was a few minutes away. Succeeding with the mittens, she shoved her hands into her pockets and continued down the street, narrowing her eyes to see through the blanket of white.

Eyeing the girl from a higher point he fumbled with his blades between the spaces of his fingers, curious as to where the girl was going in the midst of a blizzard. With shards of ice and mists of snow clouding his vision he lowered his ground to get to the same level as the girl, standing behind her clocked in ebony shades from head to toe; soon enough he'd be spotted out through the sea of white. Clearing his throat and stifling a bubbling cough that threatened to leave his throat, he raised his hand to cover his thin and cracked lips, the only protection for the storm wound around his eyes in sleek fashion. Deciding on whether or not to harm the girl was up to the instinct that would soon kick in and double him over with incredible need, though time was running thin and the crave had settled after the last shred.

[selcouthun]

Glancing at his phone for the umpteenth time, he made sure he was at the right address before entering the quaint cafe in front of him. Finals were fast approaching and he desperately needed an experienced writer to help edit and revise his essay before submitting it, and quite frankly he didn't trust his peers and they were all too busy with their own work to even consider an option. He'd found her ad online--a writer looking for anyone who needed help with writing, or just for friends in general--and he immediately took the offer. He had no idea what she looked like, or how old she was. The only redeeming piece of information he has was a name and an address of a place to meet at. His messenger bag was beginning to weight heavy on his shoulders as he cautiously stepped through the doors. The smell of espresso and freshly-baked cookies wafted through the air and he felt an urge to buy something for himself, hoping that buying some time would give him enough time to scan the cafe and find a woman by herself. He ordered a small caramel macchiato, grasping the cup lightly before his gaze lands upon a young woman sitting in a booth alone. He concluded it was the woman he was searching for seeing as how every other patron was with someone else. He walks over while cradling his cup as he clears his throat, offering a warm but hesitant smile when he receives her attention, "Excuse me but, are you miss Lian?"

[cxminho-blog]

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"Let's talk more"

[redeeminghonour]

tuberculian

Her hair was heavier with the snow. She was positive that she looked very much like the snow-queen she had written about the night before. How interesting was it that the first snow fell after writing that chapter? But Lian didn’t question it.

He narrowed his eyes at her, slightly worried about the fact that she looked like the snow was about to frost her alive-- possibly because of the fact that he himself hated the cold more than anything. Burying his hands in his pockets, Zuko walked towards the girl, approaching at a normal pace. "Aren't you cold?"

[cxminho-blog]

tuberculianがあなたの投稿に返信しました “Someone talk to meee. ”

"Good evening, Minho!"

" 'Evening to you too, Lian." He waved and flashed a small smile. "How're you doing?"

[redeeminghonour]

The writer was smiling because of the snow. She wasn't supposed to be out when it snowed; the cold made her ailments much worse. But she loved it too much to care. And besides, she bundled herself up against the winter wind. Her hair was coated in snowflakes, clinging to her dark hair down her back. Her face was as white as the snow about her. She was having the time of her life.

                                                       Snow -- more like snow. 

      The boy hated the cold more than anything; fire and ice don't exactly go well with each other, considering the fact that they would even be considered mortal enemies; but Zuko had no choice-- he couldn't avoid the cold if he wanted to get the thing from his friend's house. 

     A loud heave left his lips as he walked with his hands buried deep in his pocket. Of course, firebending in the public would fish a whole lot more attention than the scar that appeared across his face. To his amusement, his attention was caught by the petite girl enjoying herself under the snow. 

                           [ it looked way, way too cold for someone to be enjoying it ] 

     Instead of continue walking, he just stood there, watching her-- still expressionless as ever, but his attention was fixed on her. 

[cxminho-blog]

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Meeting Song:

 Bitch - Plastiscines lol

Love Song:

Sunshine - Alice in Chains

Break-up Song:

Aphrodisiac - Bow Wow Wow

Hate Song:

Romantic - SHINee

Fight Song:

Foolish - Ashanti

Death Song:

Isanel - Bjork

Goodbye Song:

Enter Sandman - Metallica