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[ohy96]

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[bvkillian]

"Just relax."

Relax, he said. Killian could only gaze into the other's pair with a narrowed eye, his expression remaining in that of a puzzled one. Faint, almost inaudible chuckle slipped past his lips as he found the other vampire's words of reassurance to be absurd. Killian was the last person on earth, he deemed, to be agitated or worried in most possible situations. Ah, maybe you're the one that should relax. The smaller vampire sneered, his gaze momentarily stealing a glance upon the figure nearby the two.

"I'm as calm as I can ever be."

The corner of his crimson lips tugged up to form a menacing grin, his red rims more vibrant than usual with the spark of incitement in his pale orbs. Black, polished dress shoes soon make faint echoes as he took his steps down the narrow street, fading away into darkness as he aimed for his soon to be casualty.

[alobei]

( `;it was a single, light brush of his shoulder against yours that has him coming to a complete halt in the middle of the side walk and turning his head as you continue walking. he had caught your scent not too long ago but decided to brush it off as nothing, having assumed you had been too far away already, but you're right before him and he's quick to hurry after you, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder to get your attention, his touch cold, a small smile on his lips. ) Alodia?

(-`she gave a half bow in the direction that she felt a little bump, internally blaming herself and her clumsiness as well as how short she was, since she couldn’t see over mostly anyone’s shoulder. However, honestly, the sudden freezing touch made her jump, a squeak escaping her coral coloured lips, what caught her even more off guard was the fact the the man knew her name. Her eyes narrowed, scruntinizing his features and trying to see if any bells rang in her head - then it came. ) Yifan?

[bvkillian]

Bʀᴜʜs ᴏʀ Fᴏᴇs? :: Yɪ Fᴀɴ & Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ

         The breeze of the particular day was quite wintry, despite the supposedly warm season that was expected to warm up the particular country that the librarian resided in. I blame the short sighted actions of humans for such undesirable climate. Killian narrowed his slits at the thought as he took light steps along the side walk, his orbs fixated on the newly polished road as the sudden rush of wind flew through the male's pale gray strands of hair. Such weather, even though the particular male was indifferent about the subject of climate, it acted as a catalyst to welling up his past remembrance regarding his originality. The crisp yet sharp touch of the cold breeze marked the mirage of his past accomplice that left his side a few hundreds of years ago— nostalgic, yes. That was the keyword that foreshadowed the vampire's particular incident that would presumably mark his day.

Must it have been the impetuous reminiscence of his past acquaintance? A smell so intimate yet wistful wasn't something he encountered in the span of past few months. Even if the particular vampire stumbled onto his so-called "companions," it wasn't as if they yearned for interactions with him— since, for most of them, revealing their unearthly identity was illogical. Killian was particular in the sense that he would endeavor to find even the slightest bit of amusement in humans and better yet, his own kinds. The taller male that lingered along the first aisle nearby the entrance of his library was undoubtedly the subject of the smaller one's source of entertainment, as he soon etched on a lopsided grin before lightly taking his steps to keep a reasonable yet convenient distance between the two.

                                                            "Hello there."

Ah, but wouldn't it mark such a stale encounter if the particular vampire was so candid as to his approach? He wasn't making this interaction a conventional one, he had no intention of doing so. Tipping his head to the side just slightly with a rather sardonic smile, Killian let his eyes curve into crescents that very much contrasted his impish behavior.

                           "Looking for a certain title? I can surely be of guidance if you do."

[bbhvns-blog]

yxfvn

It wasn’t often that Yifan found himself within a book store, but from time to time he liked to visit them, see what sort of new books were out, and see how well his own books were doing. Of course, he could easily just ask his publisher or editor, but why do things the easily? His eyes scanned over a shelf to try and find a book he’d been trying to find recently, a much older one, but just as he was about to step away and continue down the aisle, a smaller body bumped into his own, his attention instantly down on the stranger. “Watch it—” His words are a natural reaction, even if it’s a rude one. He was about to apologize for his own rudeness but he paused hearing the request, his gaze following up to the book in question. Effortlessly, he reached up and pull the book down from the top shelf, holding it out to the other after. “Ah, such a hard life being vertically challenged, isn’t it? I’ve always been tall, so I wouldn’t really know.”

The smaller one took a step back upon giving the other male his request, his lips pursing into a thin line as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head at the rather apathetic response from the taller one. "Oh, thank you—" The corners of his lips soon curved up into a gentle, joyful smile upon receiving the book from the other; his dark orbs soon staring into the taller one's gaze before subconsciously letting his smile fall into a displeased frown. Yes, he was quite a short one for his gender, but he always told himself that he was never below average in terms of normal Korean men's height range. His eyes trailed up from bottom to top, scanning the features of the man before him as he tried to come up with a possible argument— only to be left with his slightly parted lips and a soft sigh. Psh, didn't have to rub salt to the wound. Instead of voicing out his possible retort, he narrowed his gaze as he snorted out a low chuckle instead. "Well, I've always been short, unlike yourself— so I find my ways to work through it. It's not that much of a hardship." As much as he wanted to sound polite, he couldn't help but sound a bit sharp in terms of his voice; he was just slightly offended, after all. Just slightly.

[dralexkim]

Coffee shop procrastination | Alexander & Kris

Alexander's fingers drummed against the mahogany table, positioned to the side of the dimly lit cafe. He had always enjoyed coming here--the sweet aroma of the coffee beans being ground always reminded him of Sunday mornings growing up and listening to his father's Keurig whirring. It was this particular cafe he preferred, however, only because he knew he could come here and hide away from his nurses, his on-call pager, and his mother. The coffee shop was a bit of ways from where he normally spent his time--with an apartment in Gangnam, a hospital in the heart Seoul, and his parents in Busan, he found being just outside of Seoul a comfort. It was just enough outside of the city to smell the country air, but just close enough to the city to hear the people bustling around in the middle of the day. 

He returned his attention to the task at hand--the real reason why he had to escape so far away from his world. A mountain high stack of papers sat on the table, just waiting to be filled out. It was his day off--a sight in its most rare form. He hasn't had a day off since before medical school but alas, here it was and here he was spending it with patient charts that needed to be completed before they were submitted for hospital archives. He sighed heavily as he opened the first one, shaking his head and clicking his tongue at the messy job his scribe had done. Wrong, wrong, wrong, he thought to himself, annoyed as he scratched out the words in the "differential diagnosis" section and writing it in himself. This was going to take all day, he thought, slumping back into his chair and staring at the pile that seemed to grow larger in front of his eyes. He shook his head to himself, leaning on the table with a heavy sigh. HIs attention diverted away from the pressing matter (the patient charts) as he watched a tall figure start to make their way up towards the cafe. The first customer--other than himself--in almost an hour! 

He could just be procrastinating. But he was mostly interested. Or maybe both.