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                                             "We’re like the blood in our veins.                                                 We must flow without stopping.                                   Keep the oxygen moving and your mind working.“

AD·A·MAN·TINE

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send me ❝ I want the H ❞ and I will randomly generate a number.

1. Bear Hug 2. Sleepy hug 3. Cuddle hug 4. Reciprocated hug 5. “Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug 6. From behind hug 7. “Something scared me” hug 8. The Lift hug 9. One armed hug 10. The Leg hug 11. Friendly hug 12. The emotional hug 13. Failed hug 14. Run and Jump hug 15. Romantic hug 16. Side hug 17. Any hug you choose!

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“And here I thought my wonderful roommate held an ounce of concern for my well-being.” He exhaled dramatically, head lifting to rest his gaze upon the ceiling, if only to hide the smile threatening to pull across his lips as reminder that he was only joking. It could have been considered one of those talents: useless, and upholding the space of something that could have been utilized in a much more proper manner, to say the least. Of course, making light of a situation was an annoyance to every aspect of the word, but it did help to crack a smile on those who needed it most-- and Taemin, who only seemed to sigh more than he did blink, could have done with one of those.

Wrinkling his nose thoughtfully, another release of breath painted passed his lips as the lifted a soft curve, features softening to the sarcasm running in his direction. “Do you really wanna’ know?” He pressed lightly, leaning from his seat with traces of wickedness lacing dutifully into his expression as he allowed the syllables to imply what they may. “It’ll be great, I swear-- but you’ll have to keep it a secret.” He could almost feel the palpable tinges of annoyance to come, emerging from the boy in seconds as he spoke, though in all fairness, this sounded too much as a primetime television fantasy series to even begin being taken seriously.

“Are you implying that I have no idea how to bathe properly?” He retorted sharply, surges of heat rising within, mimicking the act of a flame, growing in its own application of immediate warmth, meant solely to withhold safety and– comfort, in its own odd pull of direction. Left, right, left, he had to remind himself, the thoughtless actions coming across as difficult, the more his mind kept it in place; to deliberate upon something of such simplicity for an extended period of time had the uncanny reach of consequence that prepared the user to fall victim to elementary overlook. Stealing a glance up, Rome felt a breath of relief escape to the sight of his bed– it was quite the sight, resembling his demeanor to a point; he was capable of cleaning, and when he did, his room held cleaner than the rest of the house alone, but the fact of the matter remained that he was lazy. There hadn’t been any necessity as of late that granted incentive to clean, so– he didn’t. Rubbing at his eyes in a childlike manner upon settling onto the plush mattress, his fingertips pressed delicately against a mass of white sheets settled underneath the elder of the pair. “What’s gotten you so worried, anyway?”

The question rang through intricate cracks within the silence around, genuine curiosity lacing into his tone; lifting a gaze to the boy, a pair of mirrorlike, hazel irises fell upon an expression that never quite matched his own, in special regards to their handed situation. Biting back a chuckle, his scrutiny followed after the other as he shuffled around, trying his best to accommodate to one whose demeanor resembled playfulness, despite how he happened to feel; pulling his feet up, he shifted to a pretzel-like cross underneath, an elbow pushed lightly onto the depression along his knee, cheek resting amusedly, flush against his palm. “You’re making yourself do too much, really,” he murmured, nose wrinkling to the idea of watered-down ketchup in a bowl. “Why don’t we find a way to stop you from worrying and maybe pull a smile back onto those lips, mn? I’ll be fine– this fever isn’t… really one, in any case.”

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❝ I’m gonna’ make it bend and break,

                                                                  say a prayer, but let the good times roll. ❞

                      ▲ Dancing Machine ▽ Idol ▽ Avid Canine Enthusiast  ▲

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“You’re so..” finish it in my ask.

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@Yu_Christian1: #armani #christianyu

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“Are you implying that I have no idea how to bathe properly?” He retorted sharply, surges of heat rising within, mimicking the act of a flame, growing in its own application of immediate warmth, meant solely to withhold safety and-- comfort, in its own odd pull of direction. Left, right, left, he had to remind himself, the thoughtless actions coming across as difficult, the more his mind kept it in place; to deliberate upon something of such simplicity for an extended period of time had the uncanny reach of consequence that prepared the user to fall victim to elementary overlook. Stealing a glance up, Rome felt a breath of relief escape to the sight of his bed-- it was quite the sight, resembling his demeanor to a point; he was capable of cleaning, and when he did, his room held cleaner than the rest of the house alone, but the fact of the matter remained that he was lazy. There hadn’t been any necessity as of late that granted incentive to clean, so-- he didn’t. Rubbing at his eyes in a childlike manner upon settling onto the plush mattress, his fingertips pressed delicately against a mass of white sheets settled underneath the elder of the pair. “What’s gotten you so worried, anyway?”

The question rang through intricate cracks within the silence around, genuine curiosity lacing into his tone; lifting a gaze to the boy, a pair of mirrorlike, hazel irises fell upon an expression that never quite matched his own, in special regards to their handed situation. Biting back a chuckle, his scrutiny followed after the other as he shuffled around, trying his best to accommodate to one whose demeanor resembled playfulness, despite how he happened to feel; pulling his feet up, he shifted to a pretzel-like cross underneath, an elbow pushed lightly onto the depression along his knee, cheek resting amusedly, flush against his palm. “You’re making yourself do too much, really,” he murmured, nose wrinkling to the idea of watered-down ketchup in a bowl. “Why don’t we find a way to stop you from worrying and maybe pull a smile back onto those lips, mn? I’ll be fine-- this fever isn’t... really one, in any case.”

To some extent, there was a tinge of offense running into his system, although to say the least, it happened upon playfulness at its finest. If a scent clung to him, it was more than likely the hold of motor oil, stained dutifully along the lines of his natural track. “You– are a terrible liar,” Barom spoke roughly under his breath, sparing the boy a glance beneath a heavy layer of boyish amend; he couldn’t bring himself to mind this sort of badinage, for it was more so in the nature of the dragon– hopefully it was something Taemin could grow used to. “We can’t all smell like roses and sunshine.”

That was far from an exaggeration, but such a statement could have been left without voice. “I really–” Like long naps. This sort of interaction reigned fairly new to the dragon, and he wasn’t at all suited to speak up on the fact that friendship was a bit of a stretch when it came to managing work and the love of his life– hours of sleep. Still, it would have to come into play at some point, and surely, there was no better time than the present. Pursing his lips together thoughtfully, his nose brushed lightly against the other’s hair, motioning a silent fit of relent, “Fine, fine… but for your sake I’ll just– pretend to be sick. You know, since you seem to believe that so much.” If there was one thing he was thankful he’d never pursued, it was acting.

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"Well..." he stepped out from the shadows again, pushing down the stubborn urge to turn around again he knew he couldn't. " It's not at all like I can keep away from the man that protects me from my nightmares.. Sorry, you'll have to see me like this though. All the beauty has faded away." chuckling though apologetic if the dragon expected him to look as something completely different the last thing he wanted was to disappoint him.

Lips pressed together into a thin line, his smile remained effortless, almost natural in response to the figure before him; he couldn’t help an essence of approval running through him as he caught sight of how healthy and safe the younger happened to be, despite the obvious bout of emotions painting into an expression that drew concern from his demeanor without permission. Shaking his head, a hand lifted to push the fringe of his bangs back, allowing the softer locks to fall in line with a messy spill, affixed with an array of words meant to respond without a lick of hesitance in its wake, “I guess we have always seen things differently,” the dragon mused, soft laugh lines etching into his skin in their own vision of subtlety. “Never for a moment, has that beauty faded.” Shoulders lifting into something signature, a boyish shrug allowed them to drop into place, indelicate as he always happened to oppose his tone. 

“In fact, it seems to have grown..–” Shifting closer, his hands rose, palms placed upon either of the bunny’s cheeks to a cup, the pads of his thumbs running across a touch of milky skin, softened– warm to the trace, graciously embracing his fondness. Bowing his head some, the tip of his nose motioned lightly into a spill of silky locks, the curve of his lips never losing lift; pressing the soft petals upon the younger’s forehead, Rome pulled back, expression genuine. “It’s as if you’ve been smiling as much as you should– happiness does you well, little one.”

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To some extent, there was a tinge of offense running into his system, although to say the least, it happened upon playfulness at its finest. If a scent clung to him, it was more than likely the hold of motor oil, stained dutifully along the lines of his natural track. “You-- are a terrible liar,” Barom spoke roughly under his breath, sparing the boy a glance beneath a heavy layer of boyish amend; he couldn’t bring himself to mind this sort of badinage, for it was more so in the nature of the dragon-- hopefully it was something Taemin could grow used to. “We can’t all smell like roses and sunshine.”

That was far from an exaggeration, but such a statement could have been left without voice. “I really--” Like long naps. This sort of interaction reigned fairly new to the dragon, and he wasn’t at all suited to speak up on the fact that friendship was a bit of a stretch when it came to managing work and the love of his life-- hours of sleep. Still, it would have to come into play at some point, and surely, there was no better time than the present. Pursing his lips together thoughtfully, his nose brushed lightly against the other’s hair, motioning a silent fit of relent, “Fine, fine... but for your sake I’ll just-- pretend to be sick. You know, since you seem to believe that so much.” If there was one thing he was thankful he’d never pursued, it was acting.

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Shaking his head quickly, the dragon resisted the urge to allow a pout to jut his lower lip out, knowing fully well that bed rest was exactly what he needed. He’d always felt himself to be the epitome of stubborn, and even in the midst of a sneezing storm, all of which consisted of a flutter of blue sparks of fire released oddly from his system, Rome was still– would hesitant be the word? “I don’t wanna’…” He let out dryly, a fill of sickness emitting from the cracks in a demeanor that could hardly keep its stance. “M’fine, I promise. It’s just– allergies.” Yes. That was it.

Taemin rolled his eyes as he curled his arm around their waist, helping to hold their weight up.  ＂ Right, I’m sure you’re fine. I mean you’re not burning up and you don’t– ＂ the younger sniffed and crinkled his nose in distaste.  ＂ And you certainly don’t stink, ＂the words were drawled across his tongue as he started to move forward slowly, leading them to their room.

＂ Now let’s say you’re not sick okay ? That it is merely allergies, don’t you think you’d feel better after a nice long nap ? Come on Rome, I know i’m just your roommate who knows nothing about you, ＂ he exaggerated teasingly,  ＂ but come on let me at least try and help. ＂

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first impression; mean to me but very cute and should be protected at all times

Your first impression of me? (Anonymous or not)

“I wasn’t mea–” Narrowing his eyes playfully, he had to remind himself that puffing his cheeks and retorting in any matter at all would result in her saying otherwise. Not that it was difficult for him to return the compliment, for she’d always been a princess from the day they’d first met, but that was hardly the matter at stake. Wrinkling his nose in distaste that surely refused to match the boyishness to his demeanor, Rome shifted slightly, lifting a hand to ruffle the pretty female’s hair, allowing a grin to paint indelicately across his lips at the sight. “Is my little marshmallow going to keep me safe?”

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( cont.) “You always say things like this, but here we are. You’re here and I’m there. I miss you, but it hurts and when I’m near you this selfish kind of anger comes and emotion I never want to feel toward you ever.” Biting down against her bottom lip in silence for a moment. “Do you think we can ever be close again?”

“If I could lie through my teeth and tell you otherwise, then I would, if only to save you the ache of saying hello– still, you’ve always known me to succumb to selfishness, yes?” Wrinkling his nose to the thought, he knew as well as anyone else where his faults lay. “Even if you couldn’t come to me, I’d always be the the one outside your window, keeping those nightmares away.” That was his job after all, no matter what the terms were.

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My first impression of you was that you've got a nice face and body, and that you want money from me for looking at your nice body.

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To admit to bashfulness was never quite his strongest trait, though this would hardly be the opportunity for the dragon to start in such a feature; brows furrowing together, the elder of the pair felt a spill of words knot tightly in the back of his throat, the sharp tongue of his usual air had shifted to the slightest of detail, and if one were to mistake the gentle spread of pink across his cheeks for the bitter cold nipping lightly at his skin, then he would be in luck, for in reality– he’d felt embarrassed under the fit of compliments. “Ah, my eyes are up here, you know.” Barom teased, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips; maybe this was his way of accepting what he’d never grown used to.

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“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Sickness/illness/injury starter memes - send me one, see how my muse reacts.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Shaking his head quickly, the dragon resisted the urge to allow a pout to jut his lower lip out, knowing fully well that bed rest was exactly what he needed. He’d always felt himself to be the epitome of stubborn, and even in the midst of a sneezing storm, all of which consisted of a flutter of blue sparks of fire released oddly from his system, Rome was still– would hesitant be the word? “I don’t wanna’…” He let out dryly, a fill of sickness emitting from the cracks in a demeanor that could hardly keep its stance. “M’fine, I promise. It’s just– allergies.” Yes. That was it.

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Sickness/illness/injury starter memes - send me one, see how my muse reacts.

Mixture of muses being the sick one.

“Will you take me to the doctors?”

“You don’t look so good.”

“You’re burning up!”

“I think I have a fever.”

“You should really get that checked out a some point.”

“I think I need to lay down.”

“My head is killing.”

“You’ve gone as pale as a ghost.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Maybe you have a virus.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’ll look after you, don’t worry.”

“I haven’t eaten in days – I can’t keep it down.”

“Maybe I should take you to the emergency room.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“I really don’t feel too good right now.”

“I hope it’s not contagious - don’t breathe on me!”

“Trust you to get sick on a Saturday.”

“It’s just a headache, I’ll be fine.”

“As long as they don’t want to give me shots I’ll go see a doctor.”