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✘ .• mikyungsoo:
One more yawn ( Morpheus sure liked to indulge in him, making him always so prone to fall back in the sleepy god’s web every single morning until he’d finally decide to shove some hot coffee down his windpipe ), covered so politely by his palm as he, small incarnation of tainted innocence trying not to further fall apart and keep its remnants together somehow, made a few steps to follow the other towards the kitchen. A mother fox with his small little thing, someone would say at the mere sight, with Kyungsoo being perhaps even way too fragile to be associated with a small fox pup –with those big eyes being rubbed and his figure missing the seat a few times before finally sitting down, chin against the table, defeat his expression.
And not for the extra croissants, of course. Those were always welcome.
« No… I am still following therapy. » His voice a soft utter –Kyungsoo dragging the irises away from the woman, not even giving her directions as he was perfectly aware of how Asura knew his kitchen, and his house ( countless the times she went there ). « The psychiatrists says it’s related to my PTSD, which is logical. He says it takes time for the nightmares to become less prominent the more the way my trauma affects me and my life becomes less influential, but they might not disappear at all. I can coexist with them, for now. » Cue nose scrunching. « The cream for the coffee is in the fridge, by the way. »
Religious silence momentarily reigned over what usually could be described as treacherously venomous tongue where evil never failed to gurgle upon; his voice, albeit quite mellifluous in nature and pleasant to the ear, was often a whisper, bringer of unspoken feelings that she could not recognize, no matter how much she attempted to do so — Sometimes, she blamed her amnesia for her inability to feel successful empathy towards the male and other times, she merely had to accept the fact that each living being experiences the world in a different manner, for everyone’s path is founded upon past events and occurrences, no matter whether they’re heartwarming memories or painful nightmares ( and anyway, the human mind has the horrible habit to focus upon the dark side of things more often than not ) .
A nod, quick but gracious, was offered forth and although her petite frame had just found solace atop a comfortable chair, she did not hesitate before standing up once more, slow and tranquil steps leading her towards the fridge where she could find the aformentioned cream for the coffee; his words continued to pirouette and twirl within the confines of her mind, echoing over and over again, as though such a thing could eventually lead Asura towards the response she was so hungrily searching for — Ah, if only helping others was just as easy !! Plush labrum was jutted outwards into the vision of an infantile moue, quite in contrast with her murderous and pyromaniac disposition, and only after the cream was found and brought over to the table, she finally decided to say something, attempting to be carefully and tender, for she did not want to harm him by accident.
❛ I’m sure that things will eventually get better... We just need to give time to time and be patient. Is therapy really helping you ? When I was sent there, after my memory loss, I really could not stand those people’s words and presence... ❜
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I AM BACK !!
Or, at least, I hope to be back for real. A lot of changes have taken place in my life and therefore, I was forced to ask for a brief period of hiatus - Now, I’m slowly getting used to my new life and although I’m incredibly busy due to the fact that my classes have started again, I’d really like to be active once more !! I have quite some messages to reply to and I promise I’ll get back to everyone super soon !! ;v;
To all the new followers... HELLO !! I hope we’ll have the chance to interact soon. ♡
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✘ .• mixyesung:
Once she enters the apartment he keeps his gaze on her for a short moment and watches while she takes in her surroundings. He’s pretty sure that there aren’t any weapons in sight that could alarm her so he’s not too worried about that as he glances around for a short moment as well just to make sure he didn’t accidentally leave a couple lying around somewhere. Safe. After a quick check around the room he returns his attention towards her when she speaks, glancing down at the box that’s being held out to him. He has to admit that he’s rather curious as to what is inside, curious as to why she would even be bringing something for him, though he can already guess of a couple things that could be in the box once he hears something inside. He takes the box slowly, blinking a few times as he does so before looking at Asura once more. “You brought me something?” He asks, unable to actually believe that someone would actually bring him something, the last time he had received anything like a gift was when his parents were still alive.
He waits for a few moments as he looks at the box again before opening it, staring at the little animal inside. A puppy? She had brought him a puppy? He wasn’t the type of person that could even take care of such an animal and just the thought of it made him look at her with a confused look on his face. “A dog?” He finally asks, confusion laced in his tone as he speaks. He had honestly never even taken care of a pet before, mostly due to his mothers allergies which prevented him and his younger sister from actually being allowed to have a cat or dog like other children their ages had, so the thought of having one now right in front of him made him feel something sort of different inside while he looked down at the little animal in the box.
Words would probably fail to describe the happiness bubbling within her breastbone once he took the little but colorful box from her hands in order to open it; to take care of a pet is something that obviously requires time and attention, for the animal must be loved and tended to, and despite the fact that she knows how busy Yesung actually is ( or at least, let’s just say that she imagines to know how his life works ) , she’s also sure that he’ll have no problems in pouring his heart out for the little ball of fluff waiting for him. Finally, after what seems to be centuries, the box is opened and his expression molds into something akin to... Surprise ? Shock ? Distaste ? Disappointment ? Happiness ? Uncertainty and discomfort ? Asura is unable to recognize any evident feeling across the pale features of his visage, which is why she promptly takes a step onwards, doing her best in order not to allow a sudden sense of discomfort to fall upon them and ruin her little surprise; lotus red tiers are slanted upwards into a wide and rather joyous smile as she offers forth an eager nod, a silent response to his question before she eventually speaks.
❛ Yes, a puppy !! ❜ Repeats the kisaeng, lowering her gaze from his face onto the little animal that is currently waddling from one side of the box to the other, wagging its little but fuzzy tail out of pure excitement and joy at the sight of its new owner; the dog is tiny and will remain almost just as small even once it will be an adult, which makes it even easier for Yesung to take of it inside of his apartment. A soft and rather squeaky BORK echoes in the living room as the fluffy pet asks for attention and without thinking about it twice, Asura outstretches a single hand in order to gently pet it, soothing any fear or panic that their new little friend might be experiencing. ❛ It’s to... THANK you for saving my life !! I also found out that it was your birthday so I thought that maybe a little present would have made you smile ? You once told me that you feel lonely from time to time whenever you have to work all day, so... I thought that coming back home to someone who will wag its tail at you might indeed erase that loneliness !! ❜
❛ Sniper?
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✘ .• mikyungsoo:
Bathing in a confidence Kyungsoo definitely needed -that was who the woman that has been always keeping an eye on him was, ever since he moved in that small studio thanks to agent Ji’s support; even if he was still cranky and half asleep, he couldn’t help but see the charisma oozing from her, and oh, if his mind would depict her in lines and lines of poetry as a lethal she-fox, cunning and also… fluffy, definitely.
Letting his pout die just a little bit he’d move aside, to let her in –his gaze following the lightly swaying steps, barely interested at the noise the chain of his door against the metal would make upon being closed.
« I guess I can forgive you for bringing breakfast, noona. » Soft smiles were a thing of Do Kyungsoo, whose figure still looked so tiny and fragile if compared to the older’s –his steps even unnoticeable when scooting towards the tents and moving them, so that the light in the whole apartment would shift from dim to light. « If you don’t have the coffee, I can prepare it –ah, I’m feeling the usual, I guess. Terrors don’t change. Hours of sleep don’t change. »
Sometimes, Asura wished that it was in her nature to take care of others, to tend to their wounds ( no matter if they visible lacerations upon their flesh or merely bleeding cuts within their souls and hearts ) and to keep them safe from a world that was perhaps much too cruel for them — She had decided that she had nothing to lose long ago, therefore allowing her to face life with a rather reckless and selfless disposition, especially when it came to the pursue of her own dreams and objectives.
Silentious steps led her onwards, towards the little kitchen, and there she gently placed the box with breakfast upon the table: a cup of coffee and a cup of cappuccino along with various pastries were patiently waiting to be consumed by the two. ❛ Don’t worry !! I bought everything... Even a little bit more than I was supposed to, so I hope you’re hungry — All these croissants aren’t gonna eat themselves !! ❜ She teased him playfully, taking a seat before her curious gaze was set atop him once more.
❛ Isn’t there any way to get rid of the terrors ? ❜
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✘ .• mikyungsoo:
He was used to the older lady suddenly appearing in front of his doorstep. He was used, but still –it was quite bothersome when it always happened right after he just woke up and,with just a huge shirt, bedhead and his scars, was trying to reach for the kitchen.
Or the door, in this case.
« Noona, it’s… early… » Yawn ensued, the small sleepy figure pouting and bringing one hand to rub one of his eyes. « What’s going on…? »
There were no notions concerning privacy and politeness within the blurred borders of her subconscious; not because she hadn’t been taught them or because she didn’t remember them, but merely because she did not want to act in such a way in the first place. Finally, the door was opened and she really didn’t waste any second before waddling onwards — As if she actually owned the place.
❛ Good morning, little one !! Stop pouting... I even brought you breakfast. ❜ Feigning innocence, she pointed at the large bag she was holding with one hand, now pacing around the corridor, giving him enough time to properly wake up. ❛ How are you feeling ? Aside from... Sleepy. ❜
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HONESTY WEEK!
Hey, lovelies! This weeks meme will be an ‘honesty hour’ that’s been extended for a week. You’ll be able to reblog this for seven days starting today, but feel free to continue answering questions after that if need be. Go wild with them and have fun!
Keep in mind that you can ask questions that might be difficult for a character! Or even ask questions your muse or you would not normally ask. Remember, they have to answer them! It’s just up to you to decide whether it affects them in canon-verse.
Remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a question, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! Feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. Most importantly, just have fun!
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❛ mixyesung:
Yesung had wondered when he actually lost his soul, wondered if he even really had a soul in the first place. Was it back when he had murdered his uncle? Was it back when he had walked in and saw his parents lying on the floor lifeless? Or was it before then? He honestly couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember much of anything because he had been acting on rage over the few years that he started taking on his revenge, all the way up until he had succeeded and getting revenge for his parents. He had been a monster, he was still a monster and honestly he didn’t believe that he could ever go back to how he was before all of this happened, he didn’t believe that he could be ‘fixed’. He was broken and he knew that, though he never once thought of trying to change his ways or even try to figure out who he had once been. Knowing all of this, Yesung only shrugged in response. “I’m not sure actually. Whether or not people can feel if they lose their soul or not, whether they’re able to tell or even feel any pain because of it, I wouldn’t know.” He chuckles softly. “Honestly, I’m not even sure if I have a soul anymore, or even if I’ve ever had one to begin with. Maybe at some point when I was younger I had one but if I did then I don’t remember….” He averts his gaze to the table in front of him, squinting as he thinks. Did he actually have a soul? Probably not. Not anymore at least. He snaps out of his thoughts when she begins to speak again, paying attention to every word she says. “I’m sure you have a soul. You just need some time to recover your memories and figure out who you were before you woke up in that hospital.” He offers a small smile to her as he looks at her. “You just need to believe.” Saying these things made him want to laugh and actually roll his eyes though he told himself not to, told himself that he had to make himself seem like the ‘good guy’ in order to prevent her from catching on with what he was really planning.
“I agree. Trusting people so easily will always be something that will eventually come to you regretting your choices or even be a big mistake that people can make. If you trust others too easily then it only makes it easier for them to stab you in the back later on, make it easier for them to turn against you when you least expect them to.” He speaks as he looks away from her, taking his wine glass into his hand and taking a sip of the wine. “That’s true.” He says as he finally sets the glass back down in it’s place, softly chuckling before continuing as he returns his attention towards her. Just hearing her speak about gangs, hitmen and assassins made him want to chuckle, made him want to tell her that she didn’t even know the half of it but he knew that he shouldn’t because it would blow his cover. It would reveal to her that he was indeed the opposite of what he was making himself to be right now. “This violence that’s happening in the world between gangs has gotten out of hand. Why they would even result to such things….” He pretends to be disappointed at just the thought, pretends that he doesn’t get why people would act in such ways, though he knows exactly why. He was in a gang once. Black Lotus. He knows why hitmen and assassins exist, because without them all the people who were using power and money to get away with things, the people who could easily get away with murder and breaking the law while the police did absolutely nothing to help or stop it. He believed that getting rid of those who were the actual problem in the city was the right thing to do. He had began believing this after the police had turned him away and had given up when they ‘couldn’t find any evidence’ or even find a suspect when his parents were taken from him. He hated the law, hated how they turned people away, hated how the so-called ‘good’ guys in the city were easily bribed.
He shrugs as he looks at her, glancing at his ‘father’ for a short moment before returning his attention towards her. “Well, I didn’t exactly want to, though my dad told me that if I didn’t then he would take my shares away.” He fakes a believable chuckle before continuing. “Though in the end he gave in and told me after many failed dates that he would let me find the one I truly wanted to be with. He told me that he would give me the chance to find the right woman for me. The blind dates just weren’t my style and were indeed very boring, especially since most of the women that I met were only after me for the wealth rather than for me.” He shrugs yet again at her last question, smiling slightly at her. “I wouldn’t put it past him to actually think of a plan to try getting us together. Once he likes someone and thinks that they may be good for me he won’t back down. In other words I would be careful around him if I were you.” He says this as a joke, chuckling softly as he crosses his arms over his chest. Lies is all that he’s telling her, lies that he’s made up and told hundreds of times before. That’s all he really is anymore, an assassin and a liar.
The kisaeng indeed agrees with every single word that has been rolled upon the young man’s tongue and despite this, she still has to be careful and wary and therefore censor part of her stream of consciousness in order not to say something that she might eventually regret with the passing of minutes; although she appears as someone who’s innocent and fragile on the outside, there’s a fire wrought monster concealed behind those cherubic features and for the sake of this meeting, she has to ensure that neither of their guests could ever suspect something or see past the tender façade she has oh so patiently crafted throughout the months, ever since she was adopted. Swan like neck crooks downwards into a gracious nod of agreement to his statement and although her gaze is now lowered and forcefully fixated upon the dish right in front of her, she doesn’t hesitate to continue their conversation. ❛ Trusting others is indeed dangerous and even... S c a r y . I know that it might sound weird but my father is terrified of being approached by the members of the various gangs — Sometimes I think that his fear is slowly rubbing off on me. ❜ Comments leisurely the female, allowing a single and rather bittersweet chuckle to ensue afterwards, creating a sort of pause between her previous sentence and the following one. ❛ He believes that no one in this world is thoroughly innocent and therefore, we could be speaking with an assassin or with a metaphorical devil and we’d probably be unable to realize such a thing... Evil often hides behind gracious and tender smiles, after all. ❜ The last statement is almost a whisper, perhaps because she’s indeed referring to herself and to how rotten her soul actually is by now.
Fearing that her revelation might accidentally turn the mood into a sour and heavy one, Asura wastes no time before straightening her back once again, canting her head to the side to settle her gaze of obsidian upon his frame again, curling her plush tiers into a wide and rather genuine smile at the mention of Yesung’s father and his myriad of plans to find the perfect lover for his son — At least her own father is not interested in this kind of matter, much to her surprise and pleasure. Waxen knuckles are promptly pressed against her parted lips in pursuance of suffocating a series of amused and silver belled chuckles that would have otherwise escaped from her mouth, slender shoulders shaking with every single girlish titter as she allows her thick lashes to flutter closed for mere seconds, much too amused at the idea of what her new acquaintance had to face; she has no idea of how love works, nor is she interested in finding it out, which makes everything even more interesting and hilarious under her point of view. ❛ Your father looks so adorable and caring... It’s a pity that I must be scared of what he might plan for us !! But his behavior is still incredibly cute — He merely wants you to have someone who will genuinely love you and take care of you. ❜ Muses graciously the petite woman, subtly wondering how it feels to have such a person by your side; if she ever had a lover, she can’t remember and in the present days, she’s unsure on whether her heart could ever harbor this kind of intoxicating and scorching feeling known as love. ❛ It honestly surprises me that---- ❜
Suddenly, her speech is interrupted once a loud and rather boisterous noise catches her attention, forcing her head to abruptly turn towards the source of the sound: something seems to have broken, something fragile, maybe made of glass or crystal. A waiter is kneeling against the exquisite floor of marbles with what remains of an elegant carafe filled with wine, despite the fact that nothing is left aside from sharp shards and carmine liquid all over the floor below; the young looking man is visibly distressed and mortified because of what has happened and yet, what really catches her attention is the way her own father suddenly stands up from his seat, hands clutched into fists and facial features molded into an expression of pure wrath and anger that easily summons a shiver of fear down Asura’s spine. The rich man starts to shout and yell, putting as much emphasis as possible on the quality and price of the wine that is now staining the tiles of the floor instead of being poured into his chalice and there seems to be no end to his fury; it’s not the first time that she witnesses such a thing but she can’t help but feel ashamed due to the current circumstances, due to the fact that they’re not alone at home but currently surrounded by Yesung and his family as well. ❛ Dad... ❜ Pleads the kisaeng, calling him with an affectionate and lovely name to try and calm him. ❛ I’m sure that they have more wine in the kitchen !! Just... Just forget about it, it’s not worth it. ❜ But every word seems to eventually fall upon deaf ears for the old man does not stop shouting or slamming his fist against the graciously clothed table, forcing Asura to lean back and almost curl in herself, with no choice but that of waiting for him to calm down.
❛ I’m sorry... ❜ A quivering whisper directed to Yesung, embarrassment and shame blooming within the confines of her ribcage with each passing second and she can do nothing but furl her dainty digits against the silk of her dress, wishing to be somewhere else, anywhere else.
Undercover [reserved]
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❛ jinyoungxmi:
ruefully, he thinks that he might die of coughing and the pain spiking through his lungs more than anything else, but out of the blue, there’s a bottle of water being pressed into his hands. he struggles to hold onto it as he nearly vomits from the effort to stay upright, his eyes watering with tears that well up from the immense agony, and it takes too much effort for him to lift the bottle to his lips, drops of water falling into a parched mouth. he coughs on the first gulp, choking on water, but even that helps hydrate him, and the next few sips go down with more ease until his coughs die away.
at last, he can breathe.
his eyes flutter slightly as he fights to keep them focused on her. a true challenge, with his consciousness as shaky as it is, his body bruised, beaten, broken, and his spirit fighting to stay intact. any longer with jongsuk, and it’s not a stretch of the imagination to think that the person known as park jinyoung might have only existed in memories, even to himself. “a…” he starts, his eyes closing for a moment before he forces them open again.
“asura…?” he tries to say, his voice still cracking at the edges, but no coughs come this time, and he’s relieved. “m… y-yes…” he manages to answer her question, wracking his fractured mind for the correct answer. he doesn’t know what’s the correct answer in that moment, whether he should say jinyoung or jinwoo or give another name altogether, but he eventually settles for his alias. just in case she’s a gang member, he reminds himself through broken thoughts.
“j… jinwoo.” he finally rasps out, a shattered voice from a shattered man.
Fascination like no other is lingering atop the cherubic features of her visage as she witnesses his struggles with awe-striken pools of obsidian and despite the fact that she might indeed be able to help him ( as far as the simple action of opening the bottle and bringing it to his mouth is concerned, of course ) , she doesn’t bother to intervene, much too hypnotized by the way this unknown man has successfully managed to destroy and annihilate himself through mysterious and yet quite evident means — She wonders if he knew what would have happened, she wonders if he did this out of agony and torment or if, perhaps, he’s merely a fool who played with fire for much too long, eventually getting burned by the flames. WHO is he, when he wasn’t reduced to the quivering ghost of a man ? Many questions are born within the confines of her curious mind and albeit each one of them wants to break free, she knows that he wouldn’t be able to satiate her appetite for knowledge with coherent answers — Not yet, at least.
Forgetting any kind of concept concerning elegance and femininity, the kisaeng shifts her previous position into a more comfortable one, now crossing her legs right in front of her before resting her elbows atop her thighs, cradling her chin within the confines of her supple palms; she’s just like a curious child put in front of a show and he, with his exposed weakness and fragility, is the main attraction. ❛ Jinwoo ? Ah, that’s a really pretty name !! ❜ Muses childishly the pyromaniac, lotus red tiers falling ajar to allow a silver belled chuckle to ensue afterwards. Swan like neck leisurely crooks to one side, fire wrought eyes never straying from his features, fearing that if she ever did so, she’d probably lose some kind of extremely amusing instance. ❛ What happened to you ? Did someone... Reduce you like THIS ? ❜
❛ Raindrop - Prelude.
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❛ mixyesung:
It was his day to just take some time to stay home and relax, no real reason for him to leave the small apartment since he didn’t have anything to actually do. He didn’t need to visit his client, didn’t need to go out and buy anything and didn’t need to go check up on Asura. Asura? Why would he even want to check up on her? He shook the thought out of his head and let out a soft sigh, grabbing the coffee mug from the cabinet and pouring himself some coffee before he made his way into the living room and sat down on the couch. He picks up the remote as he takes a few sips of coffee, turning the TV on and stares at the screen as the news plays. He listens as the female announcer talks about what’s currently going on, listens as she talks about uninteresting things such as hit-and-run’s, robberies, etc. It’s all things he doesn’t even care about and even when she mentions a recent breaking and entering that happened he can’t help but chuckle softly. “This is why people need guns in their homes.” He says to himself before taking another sip of coffee, referring to all the guns he has hidden throughout the apartment. He was about to change the channel to search for something at least somewhat interesting to watch but was stopped when he heard the doorbell ring, pausing for a moment as his guard goes up and he looks over at the door. He slowly sets the coffee cup down onto the coffee table and stands up, grabbing a small gun he keeps hidden in between the coushins of his couch before slowly making his way over to the door, sliding the gun into the waist band of his sweats before he opens the door.
He freezes in place, blinking a few times as he looks at the familiar face and allows himself to relax a little after he glances around to make sure no one is watching or even around before returning his gaze to her. “Hey….I didn’t expect you to come over? Is something wrong?” He asks, stepping to the side to allow her to enter. It’s something he’s not really used to, someone showing up at his door without either trying to kill him or even wanting to hire him for a job so he couldn’t help but be surprised when he saw here there.
Infantile impatience boils within the confines of her fragile ribcage as she waits for the young male to finally open the door; she honestly has no idea on whether he’s at home or not and despite the fact that he shouldn’t be allowed to wander around freely because of the various wounds upon his body, she’s pretty sure that not even those could indeed stop him from doing whatever he desires — She might not know much about him but she certainly knows how incredibly stubborn he is. Will he like her little present ? Or will he complain and probably get rid of it once she turns her back on him ? He has often claimed not to possess a soul or a heart, and despite the fact that she knows that it’s not like that, despite the fact that she knows that he has a beating heart and glimmering soul, she’s still unable to completely understand him or the reasons behind the majority of his actions, especially now that more and more secrets have given birth to more and more questions; he’s a mystery and unconsciously, just like the moth who attempts to approach the flames, she’s led to him.
Finally, after waiting for what seemed to be centuries, the door is opened and a rather surprised and startled Yesung appears right in front of her. Plump petals curl upwards into a genuine and wide smile, a sort of benevolent cheshire cat grin, and with liquid excitement now coursing through her veins and therefore replacing her ichor, she takes a single step onwards, tightening the already careful hold around the colorful box in her arms. ❛ Jonwoon !! Ah, no no, nothing’s wrong — I actually came here to give you something !! ❜ Muses happily the kisaeng, pacing onwards and curiously casting her gaze over her surroundings, taking a moment to observe what kind of place his apartment is; everything is clear and neat, without many decorations or objects, just like she had expected it to be. Turning around in order to face him once more, she goofily outstretches her hands towards the assassin, finally offering the present to him. ❛ This is for you !! ❜ Movements and muffled noises can be perceived from within, where a very hyperactive puppy is waiting to meet his new owner.
❛ Sniper?
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It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce.
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❛ Sniper?
To convey feelings through words or gestures was something that Asura was definitely not used to do; due to her amnesia and lack of present social bonds, everything she knew had actually been learnt from movie marathons and large but old books, thus making her extremely awkward under certain circumstances. A colorful box with numerous holes in it was carefully held in her arms as she approached the apartment of the much taller male, ensuring that her every movement was slow and careful in order not to accidentally drop her little, fluffy present for him — He had saved her life and it was only fair that she did something in exchange, something that could paint a smile across the pallor of his visage, something that never allowed him to feel lonely.
Lotus red tiers were slanted upwards into a wide and quite genuine smile and once the bell attached to the side of his door started to ring thanks to a not so subtle movement of her elbow, infantile ANTICIPATION blossomed within the confines of her ribcage, leaving her almost breathless as she waited for him to appear from behind the wooden door — Ah, she was so excited !!
「 @mixyesung is receiving a lil’❤ under the features of a doggo !! 」
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❛ Innocent Gluttony.
There was probably a not so subtle insult concealed behind the deceitfully caring words of the female — What she didn’t expect was to be asked to BUY him food. Finely trimmered brows furrow almost instantly and it takes her less than a moment to pucker her lips outwards into the vision of an extremely infantile pout, a low grumble throbbing against the back of her clenched throat. ❛ Why would I even spend my money on you ? ❜ Complains the kisaeng, cradling her chin within the confines of her palms as she settles her curious gaze atop his features, wondering whether his request was actually serious or not. ❛ But... If we go to eat at that new Italian restaurant... Then maaaaybe... I could pay. ❜
「 @mixjongjin is offering his lil’ ❤ to the foxen Kisaeng !! 」
#❛ ♡ ˢʰᵉ⁻ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ ⋅ 〈 asura 〉#❛ ♡ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈ ⋅ 〈 innocent gluttony 〉#mixjongjin#; ( hello <3 )#; ( i'm bothering you everywhere <3 )
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❛ erisxmi:
❝ Well, it all depends on who you ask, unless you have something of your own belief system for that kind of thing. I prefer to concern myself with the present primarily, and the future when needed. ❞ She doesn’t elaborate much, but she can’t bring herself to say she’s disinterested in the conversation, because she isn’t. The other woman counteracted her statement, but didn’t argue. And maybe she was getting her to think into things she typically didn’t dare to such as the past. Eris was selective with what she brought back to her mind on will, although her mind didn’t always agree and would bring back the things she hated most about the past, the things she wished never existed, the moments she wished to simply forget. That’s why she didn’t care about the past, she held what memories she wanted, bu the rest she just wanted gone. ❝ Oh? Well then, as I said, disregard it. It sounds like you have things figured out on your own. ❞ she smiles, dull red lips placed in a gentle curve, whether it’s genuine or not is uncertain, but the look that covered her features seems amused in the slightest. ❝ Life will hold less mysteries if you are the one commandeering the ship. ❞
To be completely honest, Asura has never been the kind of person to talk with others about what might be bothering her and yet here she is, rolling the TRUTH upon her tongue after weeks and weeks spent narrating nothing but LIES to everyone, even to herself. Swan-like neck leisurely crooks to the side, thick lashes of charcoal velour falling below half-mast as she repeats the other’s statements within the confines of her mind yet again, subtly analyzing what kind of weight and importance each single word possesses — To focus on the present is most certainly what one should do and even thinking too much about the future might be a mistake, but what about one’s PAST ? Would it really help to forget it all ? Well, the petite kisaeng never had a choice as far as this delicate matter is concerned and yet, she speaks once more, now allowing underlying and unspoken doubts to waltz on the edge of her serpentine tongue. ❛ I agree with everything you’ve said so far, but... ❜ A miniscule pause, the ghost of a frown marring the corners of her mouth. ❛ Don’t people also say that you have an identity only when you can anchor yourself to your past ? Something along the lines of... Who you were defines who you are and who you will be ? ❜
❛ Nothing & Everything.
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“Everybody has their secrets… Everybody has their lies.”
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#❛ ♡ ᶦ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶦᶰ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⋅ ( YesungxAsura )#; ( THIS IS SO GOOD ;; )#; ( i know i'm reblogging it late but... )#; ( I LOVE IT SO MUCH )
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❛ The Mysterious Tarot┊SOLO.
A tarot has been been found and despite her lack of interest as far as the whole world is concerned, scorching SPARKS of curiosity and eagerness have been kindled by the brief sentence written upon it — She does not want to ignore it, she does not want to forget about it... She wants ANSWERS and no matter what, she will have them.
Sheer and undivided confusion is by now smeared deftly upon each line carved out of ivory features and the more those words pirouette and echo within the confines of her incredibly hazed and blurred mind, the faster a conglomeration of anticipation and fear pumps through her dilating arteries, pallid complexion rising aglow in lines of excruciating goosebumps. What does this mean ? Is this some kind of prank, some kind of joke ? The tarot card is firmly and nervously held betwixt her rose-thorned digits and more and more, it’s brought closer to her widened pools of obsidian before being pushed away yet again, a clearly futile attempt to understand WHAT is currently happening, WHAT she should expect. With the eagerness of a child put in front of a new puzzle, Asura attempts to bring back to life all the memories of the past hours and days, digging through the recesses of her mind in pursuance of understanding WHEN the card was given to her, WHO had given it to her in the first place... Many faces appear in front of her eyes, some are familiar and others are currently twisted and deformed by the passing of time but it doesn’t matter how much she tries to recognize them or pay attention to their actions, nothing but question marks are birthed within the borders of her troubled and excited subconscious, leaving her with nothing but dozens of questions that will probably won’t receive an answer any time soon.
Instinctively, and without paying much attention to her movements or to her surroundings, the petite female allows her frame to nestle upon the edge of her bed, swan-like neck still crooked downwards and glimmering orbs of charcoal still hypnotized by the bizarre tarot; she observes every single detail of it, she tenderly brushes her fingertip over the surface but none of its characteristics can ring a bell... Not that she expected anything of the kind, considering that her knowledge as far as the outer world is concerned is extremely limited after her accident. A warning... A skill... These two words waltz on the edge of her serpentine tongue as she leans backwards, allowing her back to collide with the cushiony mattress beneath with a disheartened groan and more and more, these same words are repeated within her head. Her skill ? What could they be referring to ? There is nothing she’s good at, not extremely good at — Alright, she’s quite adept when it comes to KILLING without leaving a single trace and when it comes to TORTURE and MENTAL MANIPULATION, but who would want her skills ? And for what kind of purpose ? Despite the fact that a part of her indeed feels lucky and honored for being acknowledged by someone who’s probably much more violent than she will ever be, the much more mature and objective part of her is terrified of the possible consequences — A sublte THREAT is clearly concealed behind the pictoresque nature of the tarot and deep inside, she knows it, she knows that her life now seems to be on the line more than ever before.
Lithe digits tighten their hold around the card, pearly whites now sinking into the plump flesh of her lower labrum as her thick lashes of velour flutter closed; even like this, even with her senses reduced to a minimum in pursuance of indulging in a self-induced trance, there is nothing else she can think about. Suddenly, the previous frown shaped by dour sobriety and by the ghost of dread is replaced by an AMUSED façade, plush tiers curling upwards into the most wicked of smiles as her bloodied muscle attempts at breaking free of its cage of mortal bones and weak flesh with fast and violent beats that leaves her almost breathless — Whoever has sent her this tarot wants to challenge her to prove her worth and she NEVER surrenders in front of a fight, especially when she knows that she can WIN it. With renewed and ominous DETERMINATION blossoming within the confines of her ribcage, Asura gets up from her bed, carefully hiding the tarot card between the pages of an old diary; the night is still young and she has all the time she needs to be NOTICED by whoever has decided to contact her.
#mi:solo#mi:tarot#; ( I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO TAG THIS )#; ( but i hope this is good ;; )#; ( it was such a surprise ansoiwdhowi )
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❛ People are not a promise of... F O R E V E R. Please, remember that. ❜
Mi:minievent - Playlist !!
Playlist of the relationship between Asura & Yesung ( @mixyesung ) .
♡┊❛ ACT 1 ! ♪
❛ I didn’t know what it meant to LOVE someone... Until the pieces of my soul were gathered by your delicate hands and with heavenly patience and tender touches, you fixed me, you made me whole again. I thought that I could have never experienced such a feeling and yet, there I was, feeling as alive as ever with FIRE burning within me... You were the only reason why I could claim to know what HAPPINESS was. ❜ ➜ Pieces — RED.
I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you. A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am... I tried so hard! Thought I could do this on my own, I've lost so much along the way. Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours, I find everything I thought I lost before. You call my name — I come to you in pieces, so you can make me whole. I've come undone, but you make sense of who I am, like puzzle pieces in your hand. Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours, I find everything I thought I lost before. You call my name — I come to you in pieces, so you can make me whole. I tried so hard! So hard! I tried so hard!
♡┊❛ ACT 2 ! ♪
❛ To fall in love with someone is incredibly TERRIFYING... Along with warmth and comfort, also comes the realization that the more you love, the weaker and more fragile you become; you open the doors of your heart to someone who could indeed BETRAY you and HURT you, you willingly put your life on someone else’s hands. Both of us tried to run away, both of us tried to SUFFOCATE this feeling and yet, even with all this distance put between us, there was nothing that mattered to me more than your safety... More than knowing that somewhere, you were indeed smiling and perhaps, even thinking of ME. ❜ ➜ Dear God — AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line, iles away from those I love, purpose hard to find. While I recall all the words you spoke to me, can't help but wish that I was there, back where I'd love to be. Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away. We all need that person who can be true to you, but I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed. 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again... Once again. There's nothing here for me, on this barren road. There's no one here while the city sleeps and all the shops are closed; can't help but think of the times I've had with you, pictures and some memories will have to help me through. Some search, never finding a way, before long, they waste away. I found you, something told me to stay but I gave in, to selfish ways and how I miss someone to hold when hope begins to fade. Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away. We all need the person who can be true to you, I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed. 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again... Once again.
♡┊❛ ACT 3 ! ♪
❛ First came REJECTION and INDIFFERENCE, but it didn’t matter how many times I repeated to myself that you meant nothing to me... I could not deceive myself, not any longer. Finally, ACCEPTANCE arriveed and with my heart now filled with joy and warmth and comfort and bliss, I was ready to follow you anywhere, I was ready to do anything for you. You had metaphorically SAVED my life from this limbo of nothingness, you had metaphorically SAVED me from drowning in a black see of void and hollowness... I wanted to do the same for you. ❜ ➜ Follow you — BRING ME THE HORIZON.
My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost, I need to feel something, cause I'm still so far from home. Cross your heart and hope to die, promise me you'll never leave my side. Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone, you got me on my knees, I'm your one man cult. Cross my heart and hope to die, promise you I'll never leave your side. Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need, I promise you you're all I see. Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need, I'll never leave. So you can drag me through Hell, if it meant I could hold your hand, I will follow you cause I'm under your spell. And you can throw me to the flames, I will follow you, I will follow you. Come sink into me and let me breathe you in, I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen. So dig two graves cause when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side. I will follow you, I will follow you... So you can drag me through Hell, if it meant I could hold your hand, I will follow you cause I'm under your spell. And you can throw me to the flames, I will follow you, I will follow you.
♡┊❛ ACT 4 ! ♪
❛ I think that there are no words to describe how much it HURT to find out that it was nothing but a LIE, nothing but a cruel GAME in which you were the butcher and I was the lamb... What was I? A doll of porcelain? A momentary game to allow you to have fun? I TRUSTED you and I believed in your PROMISES... I had become blind for you and as a result, I couldn’t see how you STABBED me in the back. ❜ ➜ Point Of No Return — Super Junior ( K.R.Y. ) .
Whatever happened? Just can't believe it. I can't arrange it all up in my head. My cold fingertips, my defensive instincts, my emotions are paralyzed. I wonder when this became a world of lies, I don't want to know, I already want to forget it. I hate lies, I wonder how well I really know you. Who the hell are you? Someone I don't know. The point of no return, we can't go back anymore. I never saw you stabbing a knife into my heart, there is no second chance, our love was crashed and burned, crashed and burned. If the roles were reversed, would you be able to bear it? How can we return? There's no need for excuses, why are you crying? I'm not exactly blaming you, but I'm not forgiving you, either. A pure deity turns into a devil, you’re like the devil. I, who couldn't see through it, am also to blame, I was perfectly deceived by your flawless performance. Who the hell are you? Someone I don't know. The point of no return, we can't go back anymore. You will never be able to close up my scars., there is no second chance, our love was crashed and burned, crashed and burned. Regret is meaningless, we can't go back no matter what. “We're meant to be.” When I said it, were you laughing? With your whole heart? Tell me now, even the kiss that vowed our future together... No. The point of no return, I never saw you stabbing a knife into my heart, there is no second chance... I loved you.
♡┊❛ ACT 5 ! ♪
❛ Once anger and resentment finally faded, I was left with nothing but AGONY and PAIN. Even so, none of these negative emotions had been enough to make me forget about you... Even now, when there is nothing but darkness around me, I stretch my fingers onwards hoping to feel your skin, hoping to hear your voice. How could you do this? How could you BREAK all your promises? I must be a complete fool... I must be a complete fool because I miss you and I’d do anything to have you here with me, AGAIN - To be lied to is still much better than living without you by my side. ❜ ➜ Daydream — Super Junior.
I cover my ears in order to listen to you, I close my eyes in order to imagine you... But you’ve slowly become blurred, you've slowly left me in my memories, so I can’t even catch you. I stop, I stop. The memories of love are playing with me, one more time, one more time! I can’t believe it has ended like this, with just this, all those promises... How, how? I hold in my breath in order to breathe you in, I clutch my fists in order to touch you... But you’ve slowly become blurred, you've slowly left me in my memories, so I can’t even catch you. Though it hurts, though I’ll get hurt, I can only live with you — A life without you is like death to me. I can’t step forward or move backward so, what do I do? I stop. I’ve come to an end, ever since the day you left me. I’ve come to an end, ever since the day you threw me away. Ever since the day you left me, I’m falling little by little... One more time, one more time! I can’t believe it has ended like this. With just this, all those promises... How, how?
#mi:minievent#mi:playlist#❛ ♡ ᶦ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶦᶰ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⋅ ( YesungxAsura )#mixyesung#; ( this is very lame actually... )
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