#twdxhyuk

[hyunaxtwd-blog]

✑ my muses daily routine

✑ : my muses daily routine 

Hyuna’s daily routine hasn’t differed much from before the epidemic. She still awakens fairly early to get a head start on the day, makes herself breakfast and then goes to work, which is now any tasks she’s been assigned due to living in the freezone. She then comes back to wherever she’s staying for the time being and usually reads a little or really does whatever she feels like doing - it varies on how she’s feeling at the time.

[twdxkei-blog]

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse 

The light pressure against her forehead was enough to wake the napping girl. She was resting under a huge, wooden desk inside an abandoned shack since her supply run was not going as planned as walkers swarmed the area she was scavenging. Fortunately, she was able to find cover in this run down cottage where she hid herself, a dagger in hand in case something or someone attacked her. However, she hadn’t thought about this sort of attack. “W-What was that for? I mean, what are you even doing?” She really wasn’t fond of skinship from a stranger. “Try anything funny like that again and I’ll make sure this goes through your heart.” She warned, pointing her weapon directly at the man.

[twd-jackson-blog]

"Did I fall asleep?"

“Not quite.” He raises his hand to the back of his neck, fingertips brushing over the bead of sweat there. It’s a signature gesture that comes about when he’s guilty of something. 

“I knocked you out.” Probably not the best impulse decision he’d ever made, not when he sees slender fingers feeling for the bump he’d left on the back of his head where his bat had collided. “Technically you’ve been... sleeping ever since.” He probably hit him hard enough to knock him into next tuesday, but he had no other choice. 

“I thought you were going to... you know, bite me.” He scrunches his lip over his top teeth to gesture with his teeth what he meant, in case he’d knocked his hearing beyond repair too. 

[jihyoxtlou]

"Hey, I'm over 18. It's perfectly legal." (he is not)

“Legal, maybe, but how about appropriate? I think you’ll need at least half a decade more to even come close to that,” Jihyo said breezily, rolling her eyes at the boy’s attempts.

She leaned against the wall, downing her glass of bourbon, and shrugged.

“Besides, I’m not anywhere close to drunk enough to make a mistake like you,” she grinned, no harm or heat in her insult at all.

The boy gave her a pleasant smile, all teeth and twinkling eyes, a smile like knife cut, a smile like devouring. He leaned a little closer, close to kiss her. She didn’t flinch, just stared him down, looking straight to center, like a challenge, like a test.

He didn’t look away at all.

“Now, that can be arranged,” he said with a deliberate emphasis on the words, before pushing himself away from the wall and sauntering to the counter.

“What? You sure you old enough to buy drinks?” she shouted after him, earning herself a casual flick of the wrist, or was that him flipping her the bird?

She laughed loudly, and as if it had carried over the room and the crowd, he looked back at her, finding her gaze with laser-guided precision.

Her smile morphed into a grin, and when later that night he put his hand where her bare skin and the edge of her skirt met — almost as if he was trying it out, like an experiment — she let him.