I miss a certain role-player so much. used to be whorehouse-kai, i always wonder where that person is. I wanna know how hes doing...
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I miss a certain role-player so much. used to be whorehouse-kai, i always wonder where that person is. I wanna know how hes doing...
*pokes you*
-pokes back-
whorehouse-kai replied to your post: omg all the porn on the dash /blush and cover eyes...
no? *cuckles* you know how many calories you can burn with sex? XD
*blush* b..but wont your..get hurt?
Kai's lips parted to speak, expression a little taken aback. He laughed lightly and shook his head. "Ouch, you sure just love to trample people. It's so interesting. Push push push push everyone away why don't you? You've already tried that one me. I haven't left yet. You really think it's going to work now?" Why did he keep coming back. What did she hold that made him want to? He didn't know. He was pretty sure what it seemed like, but he didn't mind.
Night was the emblem her entire being had taken a pledge to. Obvious really, when the ends of tresses the color of shadows curled above her bosom and down her back while her face, a pale mask of perpetually cool composure, only served to stir the envy of stubborn moonlight trying its best to seep through the trees. The creator was a cold star in the midst of the sky. She reigned from high and above, statuesque and imposing not in her stature but in her air. Cold, she was known to be and cold, she remained, completely unaffected by the boy facing her eyes. Eyes as dead as silence and as deep as daggers could chop into his gut.
"Interesting?" The creator cocked her head as she held a breath in between her gritted teeth.
"If you think this is some sort of theatrical stage where everything about me becomes your desired entertainment, I will tell you only", her eyes narrowed, "to leave before someone here, who would never be you-in case your density doesn't find my clarity clear enough-, decides you might be more attractive with your throat carved out of your neck."
And when she spoke, her low tone was laced with unbreakable frost. She knew there was nothing she could do about those helplessly spellbound by her harsh subtleties. Like Kai. Perhaps she'd find the answer if she went out during a winter midnight to attempt to understand why anyone would be so driven to this sort of allure. There was nothing close to inviting for Hyuna herself, when she looked right at the demon in the mirror.
Cringing slightly, she crossed her arms, her jaw dropping into a drawl of disgust. "Don't you know you're prettier when you don't talk?" A cold, humorless laugh cut through the air. "So I entreat you to refrain from attempting to provoke any sanguinary means on my part."
While some deeply sequestered part of her might be as sadistic as her own words reflected, mostly, Hyuna wondered what the hell made the boy's mind tick as it did. Either he liked a good chase (albeit a futile one) like any raggedy teenage boy did for all its thrills or he was incredibly masochistic. Whatever it was, she wasn't exactly interested in why he was so persistent. She didn't need to hear about her charms that she honestly had no belief in. More so, it was why he would actually choose to attempt journeying beside her on her path. What a cretinous idea. Cretinous ideas for little cretins with the likes of him.
She didn't particularly care at this moment that her vexation was only spurred on far more by the very thing within her that was so desperately hungry for her rage to finally rise out of her careful control. If and when that did happen, it was only bound to spell a catastrophe she didn't want to relive witnessing the consequences of.
*chuckles* You sure like to twist words around to the best of your abilities don't you noona?
I hardly need to try when it comes to you. Words are my playground and running circles around you within that very ground seem only of elementary means. Shall I say you make this easy? You rouse my articulation with your already overfamiliar presence.
... you there?
If you mean to postulate on whether I exist, why yes, unfortunately for you, I do.
Well that's a rather straight forward message on your ask you have. *chuckles* hey noona. *He smiled, waving a hand, the other in stuffed away in his pocket*
Unless you considered it so necessary to allow the freedom of wandering perception from the very moment one's line of sight holds me in its vision, then I see no purpose to color my words with the paint of metaphors far too kaleidoscopic for their understanding. They've got quite enough time for that afterward if they choose to play a fool's game and stay by me. Like a moth so taken by the allure of flame. Flame of course, being perfectly capable with a single lick of blazing heat-to seek and destroy those too close, too curious.
-The creator chuckled softly, amusement weaving through the upward curve of her slim half-smile and the gesture of her hand as its slender fingers casually traced past the air beside her while seating her elbow atop her other arm crossed over her abdomen.-
I've not seen you in a while. Hello.
nothing? That's almost hard to believe... you haven't been going around being grandpa to people lately? * chuckles*
Nope. Not even that. I'm a boring person. You know that Kai. -laughs and shakes his head- I'm a boring old soul.