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The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
Albert Camus

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Perhaps they were right when they made comments about Cyrus’ lack of awareness of those around him, what with him being completely at a lost as to what was happening. Or what was in store, for that matter. He didn’t realize that he was being counted off by the other man, being too busy looking around in mild paranoia as if the police were after him and not the stranger.
Two fingers were held up in front of his face when he finally got round to facing him. Two. Fingers. For a moment there, Cyrus was confused as to what that could possibly mean. How was he to know how a freaking killer thought? How was he to read and know what was on a murderer’s mind?
“Oh shit —”
He had the gall to look timid just then, eyes half-lidded as if to look not at all intimidating— a striking contrast in comparison to how the other man looked no matter that he was a head shorter. How did he do that? How could this man look so scary and dangerous?
”Don’t like hands on your mouth? Okay. Noted. I’ll stop doing that.”
■ ■ Two fingers and one partially lowered down, the look on his face had to be one of the ugliest glares he'd delivered in a while. It was simple things like this that put him in a bad mood, the dominant aura being shot down so easily not only through gestures, but appearance as well. For once, the other male was taller than him, yet not intimidating at all -- rather naive from what Baekhyun gathered from the past minutes spent together. However, from afar it seemed like he was the one leading between the two, based on stereotypes.
Once the hand was removed, he cleared his throat and slowly fixed at his collar to suppress any possible fit; not that he hesitated because he was scared, but because he didn't want their cover to be blown just yet.
Aggravated tone mixed with anger, though he notices that the other suddenly sounded an octave higher when he spoke, his head snapped to the side to make eye contact once again. He lifts an accusing finger to point it over at him, teeth bared together. It was hard to bring him back to normal once he was in one of these moods.
❛If you treasure your life, don't do that ever again.❜
"You've got to close your eyes when the countdown gets to one, okay? I'll say the zero for the both of us."
■ ■ The moment gets nearer and nearer, each clock thick making his heart skip a rapid beat. Hands gripped on the other's, too shy for eye contact, so instead it diverts to the colorful water oozing from a close level. The big panels prepared in the city especially for the countdown could be seen even from where they were, a minute and officially the year would be left in the past.
❛Count for us, then.❜
Voice all but too soft, it doesn't work his way; one way or another he has to turn and face the other male, a bashful grin on his features. Excitement written all over his features for an event that never occurred in his life before, the grip on the other's hands becomes tighter, fingers gliding between the small gap as he listens to the countdown. Echoes in the distance of the announcers voice sounds in the speakers planted around the city, but he only hears the one before him. Inching closer by the time ten seconds were left, small tremors of nervousness suppressed him the less distance was between them.
When the clock hit twelve and the first of fireworks boomed in the sky in rainbow colors, pairs of lips brushed softly over each other, leaving the surroundings quickly forgotten.
Here's for a better year.
→【 ❜; ☂ 】
‘ wow! i’m like, a hotter version of you. ’
@ baekuyo
■ ■ ❛Hope you burn faster, then!❜

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AKA, you start with icons, I’ll probably respond with icons. You make it clear you prefer prose, I’ll make sure I’m up for prose when I reply and I’ll try to keep my word count within range of yours. Just want oneliners? Easy peasy.
system glitch.
“I understand that you aren’t just any young boy,” remarked a game reviewer sitting before a screen which displayed a skype call of some sort of cartoon icon in place of the youth’s face. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle bashfully at the supposed compliment, resting his cheek into his palm in a way that his fingers shielded his mouth. He sat back in his recliner, laptop propped over his lap as he adjusted his headset. After several idle questions, one that only really called for short answers.
"Yes but, would you care to explain the process of getting a character to ‘leave the screen’?" For a brief moment, it was silent, until Mark had finally concluded with, "Now that’s a secret I’m going to have a die with.” █▓▒░░
It initially started as a twitch followed by an audible stream of static. The music that chimed throughout the opening screen came to an abrupt stop before cutting to black. At this point, it’d be easier to believe that the game itself had crashed all together, probably leaving some internal dents the system. However, out of a blue, a voice arose.
Alice? Are you there?
Before the screen that divided both the game and the player, a boy appears, one with a glint in his eyes, standing before a white background. He peers at the screen with a radiant features, instantly recognizing the face presented to him. “Are you.. really back?”
■ ■ All but too drawn to find the plug, the laptop is left aside with the spazzing and interrupted noises it made, one that would give you the impression it would either break -- or a monster would come out of it. Like in horror movies. Fingers wrapped and tugged at the wires until the plug came out of the wall and fell on the floor, turning over his shoulder with an expectant look. His laptop didn't shut down, which was a surprise. Never once had he encountered such a problem which frustrated him in a matter of time.
❛You're pretty old -- I guess it's about time I buy a new laptop.❜ He concludes in defeat, hand brought to the back of his head to rub idly. Four years with the same device, overused late at nights for projects, or lately for work since he got a job -- it must have done its best already.
shut down.
The device remains on, the screen glows, causing his eyebrows to furrow in surprise. Stupid game, did he catch a really bad virus? Approaching with the intention to press over the turn on / off button, the following event was completely unexpected. A sudden figure appears and he falls back on the mattress in surprise. What in the world--? Lips parting and closing, only an 'eh' manages to slip as he registers the image before him. A hologram?
❛You're -- not real, are you? I had no idea technology advanced this far.❜ Was his comment after a while, completely ignorant to the addressed question.
Too caught up in gawking at the bloody crime scene before her, she failed to notice the male making his way past her, yelling for her to move away from the location. Taking his words into account, she complied to his orders, not wanting to experience another night in jail. Though with a situation like this, Minzy doubted a night behind bars would be deemed punishable for murder. Averting her gaze away from the bloody incident, sharp eyes caught sight of a crimson color staining his left cheek, but before she could get the chance to observe the discovery any further, he moved past her in a hurried fashion.
"Right— but there’s no way in hell we can get out of here without someone noticing us!"
■ ■ A thing always appreciated was when someone played along with his doing. Whether he was telling the truth or not, for someone to follow or be dumb enough to believed meant less trouble for him. A curt nod of his head, he pointed ahead towards an abandoned building, though it had no door. Risky, but it was better to keep their frames hidden from the rushing steps and sirens echoing in the distance. Dashing forward, he trusts she's following which is why he doesn't glance behind, pace picking up when he heard the cops steps getting nearer and nearer, air cutting from his lungs the more he approached the desired destination. ❛You following?❜ Breath ragged and words barely coherent, his hand grasps onto the door frame and forces himself in, the dusty vision making his nose scrunch.
Never have I ever...
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.
Never have I ever kissed a boy.
Never have I ever received/given a blowjob, hand job, eating out.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever fallen in love.
Never have I ever cheated on someone.
Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.
Never have I ever done something illegal.
Never have I ever gotten wasted.
Never have I ever used an illegal drug.
Never have I ever snuck out.
Never have I ever stolen something.
Never have I ever vandalized something.
Never have I ever lost a family member due to death.
Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.
Never have I ever been arrested.
Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.
Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Never have I ever been abused physically.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.
Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.
Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.
Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.
Education
Never have I ever failed a test.
Never have I ever cut class.
Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.
Never have I ever been suspended.
Never have I ever received detention.
Never have I ever dropped out of school.
ew yukky who r u
the better lookin one between me & u

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Cut the poison out of your life. No matter what— or whom— it may be.
(via roseicollisxduo)
“Yeah?! Jeju!” His response was just as satirical, brows raising ridiculously to put on such a fake show of surprise, though they both knew that no one needed convincing. “Maybe I am insane, so what? Are you gonna try stop me from going?” He adopted a teasing tone, pulling his hand away from the other’s grasp, a grin of his own unintentionally breaking out onto the lower half of his face; he’d definitely lost the game they’d only been playing for a mere moment. "Can’t we…? Is there not a ferry across that takes cars?" Evident disappointment marked the end of their little act, Kai’s brows furrowing as he glanced around for his laptop, humming under his breath. "Should I look it up? Sometimes Google knows best."
■ ■ ❛Jeju!❜ He chants childishly, expression blooming on his face the more seconds passed, the thought sinking in which made him feel giddy on the inside. Shaking his head slowly, he brings his hands together in small fists gathered to his chest, skipping from a step to another to complete the behavior resembling a kid's. He doesn't realize exactly how he was looking, nor did he care, for he was absorbed by the idea of visiting the island.
❛I don't think we can, but who cares? We'll take a boat or-- anything, we'll figure something out!❜ The excitement doesn't die down, tone loud as he speaks with quick dismissive waves of his hands. Nothing was to stop him right now. Approaching the other once again, he lingers over his shoulder at the screen with a little grin, sneaking hands around his waist to reach the keyboard instead, tapping each button to form a word. ❛C'mon, let's see what they have in store for us.❜
With a ribbon wrapping the stems together, there's a small bunch of roses -- three, to be exact -- tied together, left just outside the journalist's door, still fresh from being chosen in the early morning. It's nothing special, nor is it a massive present, but there is a small card attached. Just one letter written on it, there's no one else that it should be. It's not even half of the present, really. Baekhyun will receive the rest later.
■ ■ Door bell ringing has him wondering who could be visiting so early in the morning, unannounced on top of all. Fingers brushing through disheveled hair to look at least presentable, the other hand wraps around the doorknob and forces it open, blinking slowly while directing his gaze left and right. No one...? It could have been a kid playing a prank, ringing a bell and running away.
A sigh passes his lips as he takes a step back in order to close the door once again, casting his gaze downward in time to catch the wrapped roses, brows furrowed in surprise. He kneels down, picks them up and brushes the note open with his thumb, an instant smile spreading over his features at the recognized initial. Bringing the flowers to his nose, he gets lost in the refreshing aroma as he slowly turns around to close the door behind him and fixed them in a small vase by his bed.
❛..— Thank you.❜
YOU KNOW OUR LOVE WOULD BE TRAGIC. SO YOU DON'T PAY IT NO MIND. WE LIVE WITH NO LIES. YOU'RE MY FAVOURITE KIND OF NIGHT.
So I love when you call unexpected, 'cause I hate when the moment's expected.
■ ■ ❛..— Convinced we were broken inside ~ ♪❜

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You make it look like it's magic, 'cause I see nobody but you. I'm never confused. I'm so used to being used.
■ ■ ❛'Cause girl you deserve it -- the way you work it?❜
i miss your writings.
no worries anon!! for i have returned in FULL FORCE!
thank you though this motivated me ; v ;