How would our ship look~?
It would be a shipwreck.
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How would our ship look~?
It would be a shipwreck.
You've got used and abused, let Kwon give him some ~new drugs~ to play with. He'll even inject it for him. His aim is pretty good, every now and again.
Oh my god.
Hello Admin! I am requesting a hiatus, about a week to a week and a half, for real life stuff. I will try to get my owed posts in before I fully poof. Thank you!
Okay!
Mature, meet Immature. {Ukwon & Myungsoo}
@ukwon-ia
It wasn’t his favourite blood type but it would suffice, he stared down at the portable coffee mug filled with AB blood. His new way of bringing blood to quench his thirst and to stop him from attacking unsuspecting people. It had been working splendidly, though he’d only been doing it for a couple of nights.
He sat perched upon a wall that hung over a walkway as he took sips from the stagnant blood. His nose scrunching at the taste, it certainly wasn’t as pleasant as the fresh flowing blood of a victim. He was covered from head to toe in black, his skin the only real colour that would give him away in the pitch dark. The light next to the walkway flickering on and off, it certainly gave an ominous feel. The reason behind his rather shady behaviour. He was out to test out his new theory, he needed to see if this would be a long term fix to his current problem.
He found running into lone walkers in dark areas was the perfect place to trigger his more vicious side and so the site of a lone walker had his ears perked. He placed the almost empty mug down as he eyed the walker below. It was now or never. He let himself slink down and plopping onto the ground a couple of metres behind the poor stranger. Hopefully this worked, more for the stranger rather than himself. He let himself walked behind, silently. Waiting for something within him to either snap or embarrassment for following some man.
Give Me Some Sugar ♡ Jiho + Yukwon
Jiho gnawed at his bottom lip, finger drawing patterns into the saucer holding his steamy mug of tea. He was out on the cold day in Vighulir at a small pastry and dessert café. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to be alone, it was after all his way of spending Valentine’s Day. Except Yukwon had not made an appearance yet. It slightly worried the mirror walker that he wouldn’t come, almost like a sick way of proving just how much of a fool he was. It definitely would piss him off royally and it seemed the blonde loved to do that, however; he kept his hopes up as he stared out the window, eyes holding an almost forlorn expression. He didn’t do relationships, nor would he ever. Instead he kept trinkets, those who amused him in the boredom he suffered from. Yukwon was the only one to leave him first and it still drove him crazy trying to figure out why.
A sigh parted his lips and he scooted farther into his chair as his legs splay farther apart underneath the table. He would give him five more minute to show up. If he didn’t by then, well Jiho would casually choke down the hot tea and make his way out. Of course, if the male in question showed up later, he would make sure to be nonchalant about it and act as if he forgot, because there was no way in hell he was going to admit to being stood up. “You better come you ass.” A snort left his lips, because great now he was talking to himself and the staff eyeing him carefully from behind a book probably thought he was crazy. He sort of was, but that wasn’t the point. Jiho had made arrangements to take the chesire out on a date for the love holiday, something he knew he would be tickled pink about, yet here he was. Alone. What made it worse was that the male had put more thought into what he wore, something he found himself doing more often for surprises. He wore red muted leather pants and a fuzzy black sweater that once touched made you want to cuddle into the softness. His hair was even perfectly coiffed to frame his face and not just let to curl against his ears. Yukwon better show up, or he might just pull that curious worker over here and take him home later. @ukwon-ia
Hello admin! As with many others it seems, I am asking for a hiatus for about 2-3 weeks. I will pop in until closer to christmas to queue posts, but not much. Have a good holiday!
The Holidays is such a busy time! Be safe!
Kwon & Lu // That creepy guy.
Everyone was either working or in class and Luhan had no time for being bored, so he saddled up and headed to Vighulir. Now that he was actually here though, he found himself once again bored and alone. He grown so accustomed to his friends and lovers company that he now felt the twinge of loneliness when away.
He wanted entertainment, his eyes scanned for anyone that looked to be at least a little fun. Finally, his eyes settled upon a handsome blonde that gave off a little bit of a creepy feel but that wasn’t really something to worry about. He needed fun and he needed it now, so as casually as he could, he walked over to the man. Luhan stood before and simply asked, “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
His face was dead straight before cracking and laughing, “That was a bad disney joke but seriously, entertain me please.”
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Jungkook was trembling, eyes closing and muscles clenching as he felt the other’s cold thumb wipe the blood of their lip. There was something about this student that made his blood run cold, he had no good reason for it though, so far the student had been nothing but nice to him. But the way he looked at Kookie’s split lip, his instincts were telling him that something was off, that he should run, but the bunny found himself staying put, slowly opening his eyes once more. “I-I fell...From the tree.” He stammers a bit his eyes flickering down to avoid making eye contact with the other. “I fell from the tree and bit my lip hard when I fell.” He corrects himself remembering their first conversation when the other wanted him to speak properly. “It hurts.” He says wincing, eyes once more finding their way up to the other’s mismatched ones as they wipe away the blood for a second time.