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             han seojun. mechanic shop/night club owner. illegal street racer.

                                      —  i.       ii.       iii.   —

#hi #this is me #i'm there now #back for real now lol

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“you didn’t really think that would work, did you?”

Lord of Shadows Starter — Accepting.

A faint sigh slips through parted lips. “It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?”

Lithe fingers card through jet black locks as he places the gardenia & baby’s breath bouquet on the table. He was perfectly aware that attempting to be exonerated through a simple gesture was useless, especially when it comes to Ianthina, but coming empty handed didn’t seem like a good idea either so here they are.

He plops down on the living room couch shortly after, a faint sigh slipping through rose tinted lips. For some reason he finds it difficult to meet her gaze. Guilt perhaps, clawing at the depths of his lungs and drowning out any attempt of vocalizing it. It takes a breath or two before his mouth opens again.

“I apologize for my absence, Ian. But you have to understand I needed time to...acclimate I suppose.” Brows furrow for a brief moment as hazel hues run over the fresh, crimson injuries adorning his knuckles. They still ache when his fingers coil into firsts over his lap.

Teeth gnaw at the insides of his cheeks while nails decorate the insides of his palms with tiny crescent shapes. All the night terrors, the vivid dreams, the whispering voices in his ears as the wind blows, the lack of direction, of purpose. How does he explain picking pointless fights and racing illegals cars was a way of coping during his absence? How does he begin to describe the void in the cavity of his ribs and the search for something that appears to be missing?

There’s small smile that forms at the far left corner of his lips when he finally musters the courage to look at her - nothing short of feigned, but he’s certain she knows that.

“I didn’t know what to do. I needed time.” (I still need time.)

#pcstilnt #marked. #gardenia. #wow I had this saved in my drafts for so long #for u bb #muah

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GARFIELD SPEAK TO ME

w h a t

#i’m alive i guess #and confused

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                    han seo jun. mechanic shop & bar owner. illegal street racer                               original character | strictly literate | fandomless                                                                 i. ii.

#is a me #over there now

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                    han seo jun. mechanic shop & bar owner. illegal street racer                               original character | strictly literate | fandomless                                                                 i. ii.

#shameless self promotion #we trying something new baybeee #i’m gonna be over there for now

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also known as AURA.    profile ∙ disclaimer ∙ follow?

#signalfire. #my tiny sweet precious bb #give her love or else i’ll fight u #dat sweet sweet quality #PURE TALENT

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Lord of Shadows starters

“like weapons, do you?”

“it must be worth a lot.”

“how do you know that?”

“people keep telling me that but it doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“we bear the glories and the burdens of our names, the good and the bad our ancestors have done, through all our lives.”

“people are flawed.”

“I’m a pretty big deal.”

“so you were planning on running away I take it?”

“I don’t belong here.”

“I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.”

“you might think you want to die, but trust me — you don’t.”

“that’s basically a squid, right?”

“I’ve never been awarded a fish before.”

“I have won for you a fish, my fair one.”

“I couldn’t keep a fish alive, I kill plants just by looking at them.”

“does anyone want to tell him that goldfish are freshwater fish and can’t survive in the ocean?”

“just tell me that he makes you happy.”

“there’s a disturbing smell of calamari wafting from your general direction.”

“I wouldn’t be worried about him, I might be worried about you.”

“he’s just a kid.”

“you look like a cop.”

“you didn’t really think that would work, did you?”

“it could’ve worked.”

“a strange evening, forsooth.”

“don’t you ‘forsooth’ me.”

“most of us mind being naked in front of strangers.”

“really? you’ve never swum naked in the ocean?”

“are you on the floor?”

“I shouldn’t feel bad, right? He was a terrible person. I had to do it.”

“when people die, our dreams of what they could be die with them. even if ours is the hand that ends them.”

“tell me something fun. you haven’t talked about your love life in ages.”

“there’s never going to be anyone else for me.”

“everyone’s afraid of dying.”

“I realize it sounds ridiculous, but I know what I know.”

“I knew I was going to die, and I wasn’t scared.”

“I trust you to not ever give up.”

“don’t poke me with any of your weird little magic wands.”

“so what happens to me?”

“I mean your house is pretty screwed up with your agoraphobic uncle and your weird brother.”

“no, they’re afraid of you. there’s a difference.”

“have you ever wanted a really up-close look at a gross tentacle?”

“no one ever seems to say yes to that question.”

“who wants to carry the tentacle?”

“you’ve got to be kidding, I’m not jumping off that.”

“my father warned me you people would try to kill me.”

“yeah? and what happens if I splatter myself all over the floor?”

“you drive me wild with your sexy talk.”

“who knows what desires a sea demon might possess?”

“I mock you with my sugar cravings.”

“you have blood on your hand.”

“his hair’s too good. I don’t trust people with hair that good.”

“I’ll crash the wedding. I’ll jump out of the cake, but not in a sexy way. Like, with grenades.”

“he lied to me and I forgave him, and then he lied to me again — what kind of idiot am I?”

“when someone’s been part of your life for that long, cutting them out is like cutting the roots out from under a plant.”

“if you make a wish on it, it’ll come true.”

“look, just let me beat him up for you. you’ll feel so much better.”

“I could beat him up with my feet. they’re registered as lethal weapons.”

“we’re going to get revenge on (name) by folding his towels?”

“there are ways you could hurt him without touching him.”

“no one can read someone else’s mind or guess their reasons. not even you, (name).”

“your heart feels something for her.”

“you and I, together, it would have been … such an easy thing.”

“passion is not easy. nor is the lack of it.”

“not everyone has the training to use every tool, and a weapon you don’t know how to wield is wasted.”

“am I the only one who’s read X-Men and realizes why this is a bad idea?”

“I didn’t realize I was lost. I never felt lost.”

“am I imagining you? I was thinking about you and now here you are.”

“when a decision like that is made by a government, it emboldens those who are already prejudiced to speak their deepest thoughts of hate. they assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks.”

“no. that was not a human noise.”

“I need you. you might be surprised to hear that.”

“didn’t you all just catch a murderer?”

“besides, what else are you going to do? run away? and go where?”

“fiction is truth, even if it is not fact.”

“tell me again why you think they’re up to something?”

“it’s strange, the things that blind us.”

“I hate feeling like this. I hate being afraid. it makes me feel weak.”

“the way boys tell each other they love each other is very odd.”

“I’m going to use every bad word I know, and look up some new ones.”

“in sum, you may have to launder some of your own towels.”

“the only things he shares with his father are moodiness and a penchant for burglary.”

“it’s a lot more complicated than that, believe me.”

“is there some reason you don’t want to kiss me?”

“okay, I guess that suggestion was a little out of bounds.”

“not bad. you really put your back into it. I didn’t expect that.”

“an arranged marriage? how mundane and medieval.”

“I just don’t believe in doing something for nothing.”

“you’ve had enough dancing. and drinking.”

“I liked dancing with you.”

“I have never known anyone as human as you.”

“I never thought you’d even look at me, not someone like you.”

“you thought you were kissing me because you were intoxicated, not because you wanted to, or because you actually like me.”

“will you not come back to my arms for more kisses?”

“come and speak your words of challenge to my blade.”

“it’s not our strongest position, but it’s something.”

“(name) ! that’s how you black out and wake up the nest day under a bridge with a tattoo that says ‘I LOVE HELICOPTERS’.“

“sometimes we must deceive the ones we love.”

“I cannot be the instrument that causes him pain.”

“you enter a cave. inside the cave is an egg, lit from within and glowing. you know it beats with your dreams — not the ones you have during the day, but the ones you half-remember in the morning. it splits open. what emerges?”

“you will be the champion of your people.”

“show no mercy, (name).”

“is that a ferret?”

“all that death and destruction and what will you gain?”

“whatever gods have done this, they are gracious to bring me the one my soul loves, in my last moments.”

“It is true as they say, the pain leaves you as you die.”

“I don’t need help! I don’t need to be saved!”

“I was baptized in blood and fire.”

“you are soft, gentle as angels are gentle.”

“you think angels are gentle. they are anything but.” 

“they bring justice in blood and heavenly fire. they take vengeance with fists of iron.” 

“their glory is such it would burn out your eyes if you looked at them. it is a cold and brutal glory.”

“do you think I am someone who has anything to lose?”

 “I might kill you for being so stupid.”

“weasel face, you’re surprisingly helpful when you want to be.”

“I said I was tired of threatening you, not that I was going to stop doing it.”

“how did you know I would need saving?”

“don’t feel bad, he always falls asleep yelling that.”

“I spent so much time looking for revenge, but finding it didn’t make me happy.”

“I will always choose you, too.”

“I thought I would die this night. I was prepared for it. I was ready.”

“for any blood ritual, willing blood is better than unwilling.”

“I would rather be mad in my way than yours.”

“I would bargain with you, and here are things I would not have you be ignorant of when we do.”

“times change, and so do alliances.”

“that is beyond your power.”

“are they ever useful?”

“you’re staying within these walls and that’s final.”

“I will always come back to you (name).”

“I don’t believe in providence, or an interventionist Heaven.”

“are you quoting shakespeare?”

“speaking of dreams, you have been in mine, and often.”

“we could together slay a frost giant or devour a deer.”

“then what are you doing here, if you are not family?”

“I sense the distance but do not understand its cause.”

“it’s clear none of you have practice in observing the dead.”

“I have done everything to get your attention outside of smacking you in the head with a ouija board.”

“is he in Heaven? I mean, it seems so unlikely.”

“if you steal any of the books from the library, I will know, and you’ll be sorry.”

“in my time children were seen and not heard, and they certainly didn’t complain.”

“it is better that you go, that I might forget your fair, cruel face, and heal my heart.”

“your pretense does not fool me, gnome. my eye will be upon you.”

“more scones, less death.”

“I didn’t know you were that invested in our relationship.”

“so you admit that you’re a control freak?”

“draw me like one of your french girls.”

“the first time we watched Titanic, you cried.”

“we’ll have to figure another way in.”

“who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?”

“so tell them I ran off there and you had to catch me.”

“no trespassers usually means the local kids have made it into a hang out and the whole place is covered with empty candy wrappers and booze bottles.”

“this doesn’t look deserted. not by a long shot.”

“why are you trying to ruin y good time?”

“I get my caffeine the way right-thinking people get it. from chocolate!”

“the only people that know about (name) are people he wants to know.”

“it’s not your fault, (name), she’s just being cruel.”

“Holmes never lets Watson do the talking. Watson is backup.”

“war like this benefit no one.”

“when you strike at a king, you must kill him.”

“not my favorite nickname. I prefer ‘Our Lord and Master’ or maybe ‘Unambiguously the Hottest’.”

“was that before or after you attacked him?”

“is this about my boyfriend? jealous, (name)?”

“love me, because nobody ever has.”

“that’s the problem with revenge — you wind up destroying the innocent as well as the guilty.”

“is this like when the family dog dies and they say he’s living on a farm now?”

“you don’t know a lot of things about me.”

“sadly, that is his name. hence his life of evil.”

#arcade.

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              byun baekhyun. the raven. private piano instructor & vampire hunter.

                                        —  i.       ii.       iii.   —

#krp #krp lit #indie krp #krp oc #indie rp #indie oc #i'm back? #i think?

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WOW HI. LOOK AT YOU BEING AWESOME. WELCOME BACLLJKGNSD FL

that moment when u publish the ask accidentally without the reply lol i’m rusty.

but hiii angel! sdnkadjsvdnjv you’re too sweet. i’m not awesome at all, you are uwu thank you for the welcome. i’m happy to be back

#outofblood. #ofkngs #marked.

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the warmth of a supernova may not be something a simple human can grasp, but tonight baekhyun would like to think he comes pretty damn close. from the manner in which slender arms swathe his slim figure to the plump lips pressed against the curve of his neck. every surface, every inch of skin to skin irradiating immeasurable waves of raw heat, as if speckles of fresh stardust poured in through human pores, settling the principle of one day will be a star within his lungs. a small galaxy of their own. warm and safe.

but the aggravating sound of a phone buzzing on the nightstand breaks the reverie.

it takes all the will he possesses and then some to untangle a mess of limbs so he may roll off the bed. with a kiss to his lover’s forehead and a hushed i love you he disappears past the closet door.

soon enough there are black pieces of clothing hugging his silhouette — a plain long sleeved shirt, distressed skinny jeans, leather jacket and boots. a holster adorns his right thigh, a dark baretta 92fs strapped in. around the back of his waist is a secured porcelain knife while within the sides of high boots lies another pair of blades, one at each feet.

the night breeze greets him with a kiss of death — cold enough to grant a frostbite, yet comforting. familiar even. wasn’t it the mask strapped around his skull he might’ve even felt a cut along his cheek.

as he stands at the edge of an alley hazel hues scan the content of the message that so ungodly disturbed his slumber. a name, an address, a picture. the usual.

another night, another hunt. he’s used to it. (is he?)

jaw clenched and fist bawled into a fist, he reminds himself to breathe. in, out. a deep voice reverberating at the back of his mind is the one hint of sanity that allows a certain level of tension to filter out. his gaze wanders up to the moon for a few seconds, the silent night seeping in, save for the occasional chirps of owls flying by.

he takes off then, melting into patches of shadows cast down by the bright night sky.

it all still burns at the back of his lungs, and while gunshots are silenced by the loud music around he wonders how long until the gardens within perish under vicious flames.

#memoriae. #a small self para? i guess? #when dat rando inspo hits at 1am #hi hello #i wanna write again :')

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denouae‌:

the deluge of emotions empties him from any other premonitions, for what’s here in the present is what holds him captive. the sight of a man long gone, but not forgotten, never forgotten. the antithesis of the entire feelings directed towards baekhyun would create the prognosis of hatred any day, considering that he did, does feel the sense of abandonment stitched out of the fact that he woke up one day with another hollow space in his life. the gaping hole hasn’t closed until now, marking the bullet wound baekhyun embedded in him, the shrapnel still fresh as his flesh grew rotten. it’s never dried, the whole bloodied scene. the continuity in the congruent blood spill has always bitter if not outright painful. sure, baekhyun was not the first person to leave him, and will never be the last. doesn’t mean there’s any cure to this malady, contracted upon the absence of contact.

this is the fractal in which one by one would desert him: one, step in, and two, step out. simple as. in-between, insert fondness in the crux. leave him to decay, then. this isn’t a modest post-mortem in any way, he’s never truly dead as he understands in this kind of life chosen for them, friends are fleeting at best. but baekhyun has always been more than that: a mentor, a brother. there was no space for frivolity between them, each design of their dynamics etching amplified feelings towards baekhyun, as for once in his life, he didn’t have to feel that alone. yet, that, too, was clawed away from his life, now all sockets where too many thoughts falter. and wither. die, die. die. once again, it makes him into nothing if not landfills of memories. fuck it, he’s done being such. confronting baekhyun carves this closure that has been waiting for seven years to descend.

the graveyard where he buried the skeletons of the past is not going anywhere, but they have to. the place is by no means safe after the carnage they have committed, so when baekhyun demands their departure, they embark on the trip almost immediately. there’s no question pressed further on uriel’s end as they run to their destination, but his mind whirs as they seek sanctuary for the time being. of course, it would be baekhyun’s place, and the place speaks of baekhyun’s personality too well. monochromatic at best. the pet, however, is what softens uriel. albeit unwelcoming, uriel has the urge to just pet the dog. he doesn’t fear the teeth, but the canine is quick to dismiss him, returning its attention to baekhyun. quirking an eyebrow, he tails baekhyun into the abode. a sign of opulence doesn’t faze him considering his own upbringing, but he has to admit that baekhyun, as always, has always retained some signature vibes.

“water?” he can’t help but comment on this one. he’s twenty-three, and they just had a rough night — or was it? — and here he is, in baekhyun’s living room, being offered a glass of water. “thought you would treat me more… maturely? maybe give me at least vodka while at it.” he scoffs, then. all snarky defenses put aside, he’s been missing baekhyun a lot, so he doesn’t push further when it comes to the trivial protestation. 

“i’m fine,” he brusquely replies. now seated adjacent to baekhyun, he sighs at the fact that he doesn’t even know where to begin. he’s not one to seek reprieve through cathartic rants, complaints. he just… has to get that goodbye, at least. he eventually filters through his own thoughts, and he resorts to one question at a time. “why the mask?” and when there’s a pause, he itches for another. turns out he’s certainly bad at keeping everything on a sequence at a time, especially when it comes to those who have left him with little to no explanation. “you left. why? did i not have the right to actually… get a goodbye at least?” and he cringes. it sounds so anticlimactic, as if bringing him back to his younger days. all the inquiries that have accumulated for years, they somewhat have evaporated, leaving his tongue numb. he grabs the glass of water anyway, downing it to alleviate his now parched throat. “what has happened? what is happening?”

obsolete memories are the skeleton of a mind’s graveyard, those anachronistic and yet perennial, stationary yet everlastingly haunting. regret is one of the ghosts that inhabits it, perpetually terrorizing. the ghost that punctures the lungs, flooding its innards with oceans of blood to suffocate the victim into submission. and he supposes it is why it is hard to breathe when it comes to this particular boy. why azure flames corrode his trachea and cauterize it shut when words attempt to self destruct the host. why an uncharted weight has permeated within fragile ribs ever since he walked away. it is as much of a wound to uriel as it is to him — because he wasn’t given a choice.

it was never the plan to get that close. to care. they were supposed to be fleeting. somewhere along the way things took a turn and baekhyun presumes he is at fault. doesn’t quite matter now. the past is to remain entombed and regret is a vanquished demon, nevermind the evident void in between them. aren’t they here to fill it anyway? a sigh as fingertips round the rim of the water glass, hazel hues kept captive by the oscillating sway of the liquid within it. ”you expect me to treat you more maturely when you went guns blazing into a mission that could’ve been executed stealthily?” there is a stern edge to his words, unwavering and rigid as fingers coil around the glass to lead it up to his lips, a following statement murmured along the brim. “i taught you better than that.” no virulent intent etched onto it, however he is unable to suppress the frustration that erupts.

a palm lifts to rub the bridge of his nose as the glass is discarded on the coffee table in between them. the amused simper that graces his countenance is a byproduct of the surge of inquiries. so many of them, although he couldn’t expect anything less. there is a graveyard of his own that resides somewhere in limbo, a pathway along the treacherous junctions of purgatory. not here nor there. and that is where he stores all the answers, all the demons that were tamed (were they?) in cages damped in sacred aqua. hypocritical, coming from someone who serves no god, but oh well. he assumes it is why it burns to the bone when he unearths them, why it feels as if blazing flames tarnish the inner walls of his bronchi the next time he inhales. the spit of words that comes is still composed but the lack of direct eye contact with the younger may give somethings else away. “i recently abandoned the association altogether and, as it turns out, they put a bounty on my head. the mask is a way to protect my identity when i am out hunting.” his gaze averts to the delicate porcelain mask laid over the counter. “they are not allowed to hit random targets, officially anyway, so it very well has been keeping me alive.”

perhaps it is how reclusive he comes off as but it appears that the canine by his feet detects disquietude when it hops on the couch, accommodating himself beside the pianist and resting its large head on his lap. lips curve into a half smile as fingers naturally thread through the soft fur, shoulders slumping over in defeat. what a fine line they march upon, so fragile and riotous; begs the question as to why it is so easy to let his guard down around this boy. “i left because i had to, uriel. we got too close. you have no idea what getting close to me meant back then.” and still, there is no need to speak of it. not yet. he can’t. “not only that but...back then i was a newly turned vampire. fully, that is. i fed on human blood for the first time and it was also the first time i killed a human.” sharp brows knit while his every motion halts. it’s funny how a lump still suffocates him by the throat after all these years, how he is coerced to spit it out through a tensed jaw and gritted teeth.

“i ran because i was afraid. for you and for me. i am sorry for not giving you the goodbye you deserved.”

hazel hues finally meet an opposite pair, much darker, so familiar, youthful. still aches, the truth of it all, the devastation baekhyun left in his wake. he shakes his head a couple of times with a bitter string of laughter, soothed only by haru licking his hand. the dog’s company has always made everything easier. when he speaks again it is much more levelheaded. “i uh...i’m human again. as odd as it sounds, i found a way. the association doesn’t know and i am trusting you won’t say a word.” a small tilt of his head serves as a motion to point out the mask as well as the set of weapons behind them. “i am currently operating under the radar and i didn’t expect to find you lurking about. it was as much of a surprise to me as it was to you. i followed you out of habit.” a pause. “i wasn’t looking to engage...or to reopen old wounds.”

#denouae #para. #queue. #👀

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zephyrvm‌:

           how to start  ?     it was a word vomit that was held back by a single thread as ianthina had looked up to see just in time the approaching view of her brother .  his warmth welcoming as much as the gesture of affection placed upon her cheek before he made his way inside .  she wasn’t a few steps behind , lost in her own little world for a moment until she shook her thoughts cleared .   his words ringing in her ears when they entered the kitchen .  the aromas of the foods that lingered about filled her stomach and her eyes      immediately    softened .        ❛   sorry if i sounded so antsy on the phone .    ❜   and now she notes the way his body seemed to relax  ;  as if he was expecting her to be in trouble .  not that it wouldn’t be new but this time , it wasn’t bad news the reason she called him .  but rather something exciting she had to share with her brother .          ❛    as for food , i made some of your favorites actually .     ❜    she figured that maybe she could     ease     the shock of her adopting seunghwa by feeding him what he loved .   she was a witch with a plan as she beckons him over to the little set up she had for them . 

alone ,  under the single lit counter  ;  the kitchen seemed      oddly    enough calming as silence surrounded the siblings .    gentle are the movements laced with magic to reveal the  dinner ian had set up for them both  along with a bottle of his favorite wine , two cups of wine ready to be filled  .  she was indeed pulling out all the big guns to build up to the news .   ❛   yun left us some dessert .   although , he said it’s a new of his makings , so you’ll be subjected to food tasting after this if you don’t mind , baek .     ❜    there was     no    reason for her to be nervous ,  after all  she knew that baek would support her in this  –  or at least she       hoped , yet she is as she gently motions him to take a seat as she pulls back the stool to take her own .     wasn’t often that ian ever talked about a future for her   —   while she was always interested in knowing what her brother had in mind for himself now that humanity was back in play for him .  she  ,   herself      never     dabbled into planning for she knew that life wasn’t as kind to her as it was to others .      ❛    actually , the reason why i called you over is because well i have some news i want to share with you , baek .  it’s nothing bad , actually  contrary ,  i think it’s one of my best moves i’ve ever made  but i wanted to make you, some of your favorites because well  i wanted to celebrate a new chapter opening for the both of us .  we’ve never really got to sit down and celebrate your desire coming true .    ❜   it was all in     one   –   a late celebration for her brother’s long awaited dream of being human once more coming true and her , finally having the chance of being a  mom .  

the rigidity inscribed in his muscles appears to squander when eyes are lead to lay over the elegant and yet casual display of delicacies over the table, which is mostly why arms untangle to hang by his sides and an absentminded grin curves by the corner of his lips. it has been quite a while since they found the time to sit and chat in tranquility, under no imminent threat jumping through the windows. pleasant. it is pleasant to be able to breathe without a thousand thorns perforating the walls of his lungs. ”my favorites? you didn’t have to, but thank you.” lithe fingers ghost over the edge of the table as auburn irises investigate each and every dish, and he awaits no formal invitation before taking a seat on one of the chairs. they require no ceremony, never really have, at least not ever since she was integrated into a family of his own.

“oh noooo, whatever will i do, having to taste test yun’s delicious desserts? it must be a death sentence.” laughter ensues, blithe and buoyant as the pianist elegantly rolls up a pair of sleeves. when was the last time glee burgeoned within sharp ribs? so mirthful and vigorous. it is an odd sentiment, and baekhyun almost extinguishes it out of habit was it not ianthina taking the lead. it is perhaps the constant night terrors, or the lack of sleep, maybe even the hushed whispers haunting his waking moments, but he still finds it difficult to celebrate anything. sure it was worth all the havoc that has followed, but it doesn’t make the consequences any easier. a sigh escapes and he fabricates a half smile. “that...i hadn’t thought about that. but yeah, i suppose we haven’t had the time to sit down and talk about my uh, change. thank you for arranging a celebration.” he reaches forward to retrieve the wine bottle, pulling at the cork to pop it open before pouring half a glass to both of them. alcohol has always been a marvelous method to escape situations. one of the glasses is offered to the female as he downs an amount of his own. exiling the hurricane of thoughts wreaking havoc in his mind isn’t easy, but he manages. the attention is diverted to the witch as he leans over with elbows resting by the edge of the table, fingers intertwining and chin resting atop these, the glass placed aside with a faint hum. “but i’m more curious about you at the moment. what are the news i came here for?”

#zephyrvm #para. #gardenia. #queue.

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“Learn to light a CANDLE n the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the LIGHT that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” — Roy T. Bennett ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣

                    kang aera. real estate agent.

#signalfire. #my bb is back #much talent #so amazing #i LOVE #give them love OR ELSE #(:

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jackwngson‌:

eterneli:

( ✂ )

                        EXHILARATED WAS THE DEMON UPON the arrival of the other, anticipating another round of mockery. It was a surprise that the vampire still frequented his club, perhaps a misfortune had so unhinged him that he had no other option but find shelter in the haven of demons. Whatever the reason was, it was a pleasure for Jackson ━ to delve into more of the other’s unholy curses, so perfectly imprecated. A purr rolled off infernal tiers, head tipping to the side whilst a cheek was supported by a palm; elbow resting upon the counter surface. ❝ Always so vile, cutie. Such obscenities should only be done in my chambers. The night is long, I suppose. ❞

                      A mischievous smirk adorned his tiers, contemplating the other being ━ if only he knew how deeply connected they were. Both men shared sentiments towards a being, albeit poles apart, but intensity otherwise tangibly close to infinite. A giggle even pushed past his tiers upon imagining the announcement; the stupefaction plastered upon the vampire’s features.  ❝ Oh ━ oh! That? Almost forgot. ❞ Cheeks puffed out whilst regrettably replacing previous thoughts with the carnage executed beneath his feet; such poor performance that ended with much severe consequences. ❝ You know, a friend of yours just reduced my business by a considerable percentage. Ten blood bags in total perished.  ❞ For a brief second, the demon’s brow marred his forehead.  ❝  The guy is down there, still. Not certain if alive or not but it seems he is not working alone. I believe those ten blood bags weren’t his target. The poor guy was just famished.  ❞ The tip of his digits tapped synchronously his chin; a barely-there smirk peeking through. ❝ You gotta work things out, cutie. If you keep performing that poorly, more like this one will appear. I understand, though… With all that adorable attitude. ❞  

The demon’s entire demeanor is impossibly vexatious, and later on Baekhyun might have to remind himself of the vermin that shaved an entire decade off his life out of aggravation. But not right now. Not as he successfully reclaims an equilibrium that had been disrupted by the irritating petname, though it doesn’t mean he is any less inclined to pull the trigger against the latter’s guts. And so he grimaces, premeditatedly, while scribbling a few pieces of information on the paper. The motion halts upon a much too displeasing commentary, leading his head to rise enough to be at eye level with the other man before spitting out the venom that had been dangling by the tip of his tongue. “You disgust me.”

A faint sound is produced when he seals the notebook shut, tucking it along with a quill within one of his jacket’s inner pockets before slender arms may cross over his thorax. He makes no effort to conceal the disparaging sneer that ensues, nor the loathing etched onto his features as hazel hues discernibly scrutinize the taller from head to toe. “It sounds to me like you are the one performing poorly here. I am not responsible for any vampire’s actions, as I am merely here to terminate those who break the code.” Arms untangle so a palm may rest by his hip, fingers coiling around the handle of a gun as his other hand extracts a dagger from the holster around his thigh. Nimble fingers maneuver the blade before the demon only to land it in between the fingers drumming against the counter.

“You, on the other hand, cannot seem to maintain a security team competent enough to prevent things like this from taking place. Safety within these walls is your responsibility after all, not mine.” A smile, abhorred, as he retracts the dagger and pulls at the safety pin on the gun with a thumb, twirling the object around his index before deterring to catch the gun in a firm grasp. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to redecorate your walls downstairs with some fresh vampire brain.” A wave with a gunful hand and he’s brushing past the demon, steps guiding him towards the stairs where the aroma of fresh blood predominates. “And don’t expect me to clean up the bodies.”

#jackwngson #para. #( baek is about to blow his brains out. i kid u not ) #queue.

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                    byun baekhyun. the raven. private piano instructor & vampire hunter.

                                            —  i.       ii.       iii.   —

#krp #krp lit #indie krp #krp oc #indie rp #krp follow

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automaticfurytaco‌:

This song has caused dissension. It could’ve been a bad day for them. There’s nothing he can point at and say this is why, this is the reason that has kept them from progressing. Sungil works alone for the most part, accompanied by his fellow band mates at times, but they know how to solve their arguments. Finding the same wavelength is crucial. Yet, the query he receives comes unexpected. It doesn’t waver him, or tense him up. He just has to respond and whatever comes next will depend on it. 

“Yes… Something like that.”

It takes him another few seconds to abandon the seat and leave the guitar behind. Maybe they could brush off the haze that kept them from understanding one another last time, start again and find what has been missing. Vulnerability? Sungil heaves a sigh upon reading the lyrics written down on a page of his notebook. Among the lyrics, the page is filled with comments here and there, melody notes, corrections, things to remember as he sings. Some aren’t on the paper. They never will.

Wandering steps lead him to lean against the wall, eyes looking up from the notes. To him, it looks like Baekhyun is at home sitting by the gorgeous, flamboyant instrument that demands your respect. Nowadays music could be made with computer programs instead of real instruments, but that’s not what the young musician soul wants–it’s better to have experiences.

“What are you thinking? Share, please.” 

Music is a delicate and finicky little thing. Either it turns gears in its own terms, or it doesn’t at all. It requires effort and the most vulnerable and raw version of an individual, but that much he is certain the younger already knows, doesn’t need to be vocalized. Yet they have not achieved a common ground. His best guess? The lack of communication and unwillingness from both sides. “This song, it has a melancholic melody but it is a love song. A confession.”

Hazel hues are kept captive by the pacing man across the room, although he doesn’t alter his posture by much other than an inclination of his head to keep Sungil in view. There’s a sigh, audible, that falters as quickly as arms fold across his chest. “I want you you to try something.” Lithe fingers tap along his bicep for a second, or maybe five. “Try singing with whoever is it that you were involved in mind instead of just reading the lyrics.”

Perhaps it is too much of a personal request. After all, Baekhyun is unaware of what history that answer bears. Love isn’t always flowers and rainbows. But it appears to be necessary at this point, if they wish to make any progress. A palm rises so thumb and index may massage the bridge of his nose.

“What I’ve been asking of you isn’t just technique. It’s emotion.” A confession on his own, a frustration that has been itching at his guts but remained implicit. Might as well.

#automaticfurytaco #para.

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denouae‌:

the calibration of his senses, piecing the information together as he tries leveling his focus back on his targets. it’s difficult, the forked railway of his thoughts now rendering him face the duality of different directions, destinations unknown. it cannot be possible that after all this time, his senses finally choose to derail him— it cannot possibly be, he’s been a trained hunter since the commencement of life, the genesis dated back to his childhood. and in spite of anything, he’s always been strong in this forte, more than just enhanced, heightened. he’s been trusting his instincts all along, with his whole life dependent on them.

he swears to whatever heaven is there that this stranger is no stranger per se. the hints of familiarity are almost nostalgic, the surge almost crippling. the belligerence of this instance cannot even pull him away from the gravity, and for some reason, his guts break amidst the havoc to tell him that yes, they’ve met before. but where? in the fears that manifest, somehow, he is haunted by the terror that this man (?) rose from his past: one which he’s been trying to bury. the landfill, though, has never truly decomposed all the components, corpses that turn against him in this kind of moments, their skeletal hands sinking deep, embossing marks into his throat. he flinches at the way the voice that came out isn’t the expected one, but he’s faced enough disguises, wearing ones himself, to notice that it might just be altered.

if it’s true that the man hovering on the line of his whole mission right now aligns with that person, he wouldn’t know what to feel. it’s not just the memory of tailing this figure in his past, but also the bond nurtured from the entire portrait. a picture which he’s lost as the man ebbed away, the incongruence of fate beckoning for them to part ways. but that way, it left a bitter taste on uriel’s tongue, reminding himself that he’s not supposed to attach himself to any entity lest he wanted to be hurt. in this line of work, he’s either etching the heartbreak, or the other way around. there’s no bargaining to that, and he’s understood it fully upon enunciating the oath.

there’s no way of telling for most, perhaps, but uriel has always been pedantic when it comes to small details. the height, the posture. time has changed them, that’s for certain, but there are chalk outlines that can be calculated accordingly. he just doesn’t have the chance to fully analyze, examine. compute. roughly, however, he knows that this man is the ghost of his past, and that’s inevitable. and he will chase after the man to the edge of the world if necessary, plunging past that precipice to pin down the man’s existence. this man, after all, had the audacity to just… fade. no goodbye, no nothing. not that the man owed him anything, but—

clenching his jaw, he ignores the derisive comment about his operation, focusing on pulling the triggers of his dual guns. three to go, and he’s going to end this mission on his own terms, so crosses his arms to shoot at two diverse points, almost showing off. he’s quick to eliminate them, bull’s eye. only one left, and that’s when the man utters the words that nearly freeze him in his spot. it’s a confirmation, and he’ll take it as such. it’s cemented all the theories he’s entertained, brewing in his mind for the last minute. he aims the gun at the creature that’s scampering away from the scene, pulling his trigger for tonight’s final. the swishing silver bullet ends the mission, and he ensures there’s no one in the proximity before fixating all his might on the man that just spilled the truth. any mask, voice changer, or anything that baekhyun is donning to cover his identity works naught against the phrase that would only spill from baekhyun’s mouth.

“right,” he drawls, rearranging the scene now that the mission is over. “now that it’s over with… thank you for the help, hyung.” the honorific is sharpened, knifing into the night’s quiet with a wealthy precision. “where have you been?” and he sounds softer, this time. more melancholic. swallows the lump in his throat as he holds baekhyun captive in his sight. “it’s you,” he states, almost in disbelief. “i’ve always been that stupid kid for you, and no one else.” he’s firm, eyes drilling into the masked figure. the amalgamation of feelings that stir within himself intensifies, so he compels himself to hold it in.

for the remainder of the situation he inaudibly observes. hazel hues kept captive by the disciplined angles the younger’s arms take and the dexterous movements of slender fingers, warm on the trigger and deadly accurate. it is almost like looking into a mirror, murky and subtly fractured, but a reflection nonetheless. what else could he expect? they are children of the same vicious scheme, transmogrifying pristine innocence into perverse acrimony. so similar, yet unique in their own particular ways. it’s endearing, to some extent, to watch the kid he once tended to grown into a wholly capable man.

something between cracked ribs aches when lugubrious words cascade upon him. shock? guilt? both? for not presuming he would be more than just a fleeting face in the boy’s memory, not that a pointed inquiry would carry such a heavy load. for walking into the shadows and vanishing without a proper farewell. mistakes, so many of them. nothing was right about that time. perhaps that’s what made it easier to walk away, to persuade the mind into an (apparently) innocuous departure. but it wasn’t easy. if only uriel knew the half of it.

a chuckle robotically resonates when filtered through the module, slender fingers habitually running through silver locks. ”...you have always been quite sharp. it would’ve be odd if you hadn’t recognized me, i suppose.” defeat. there isn’t much he can do. a palm rests over the mask with his thumb deactivating the voice changer, carefully removing the porcelain piece. across his lips is a half smile, too natural, too vulnerable. “hello, uriel.” softer than all those years ago, his voice reverberates through the silent night like the wind threading its path across cold air particles.

it doesn’t last, however, as the hunter regains his imperious demeanor and adopts a far more stoic countenance. the mind alarms and he chooses to listen (because this isn’t only his safety on the line anymore). “i will answer your questions but right now we must leave. we made too much noise.” they can’t risk it, regardless of the skills both admittedly possess. climbing down a fire ladder comes naturally, almost an instinct by now, and he waits for the latter to join on the ground. there’s a moment of silence when they are at eye level. a moment too long in which baekhyun analyzes from the tip of the younger’s neatly styled locks to the youth that no longer caresses his features as dearly to the height he has grown.

a sigh and a decisive “come with me.” and they are off.

the destination is his apartment. top floor, bachelor style, classic black and white. inside they are greeted by a large canine, quick to divert the attention from the owner to the unknown visitor. “make yourself at home and don’t mind haru. he looks menacing but he’ll just sniff you.” a sniff here, a sniff there and haru is off to follow at baekhyun’s heels, who finds himself busy with discarding a leather jacket and a set of weapons across the marble counter. despite the nonchalant demeanor within his property, the pianist’s eyes remain trained on the younger. all through the process of gathering a couple of water glasses and leading the way to the large living room so they may find comfort on a white leather couch. one of the glasses is placed on the coffee table, a silent offering.

“did you sustain any injuries? bullet grazes?” the deafening silence is shattered as he visibly searches for any sign of blood drawn, reclining on the cushions while sipping the liquid to quench the thirst in his throat. “if not, go ahead. ask away.”

#denouae #para. #if u dare kill him again in my presence #i will come to your house and pull ur feet at night #he stayin alive in this verse #U HEAR ME? #queue.