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I can't see shit on your damn blogâ make your font darker for pete's sakeâ
Only for you? No. {`pauses and sighs before offering a soft smile.} I'll change it around as soon as I get the chance Songbird. I'm busy at the moment.
Hanhae laughed loudly as he let his head tip back against the cold brick. Heâd never left a club with someone before to do anything but get between the sheets or in the alley way to fuck. He liked this a lot more. University had been the only real adventure in his life and all that brought him was parties in the forest getting drunk and being too hung over for class the next day. He wanted something that scared him, because his sheltered privileged life had never given him such a rush. Yet something as mundane as going to a club and potentially meeting someone was thrilling for him. But he needed more.
âMaybe theyâre scared of getting murdered.â Hanhae shrugged as he glanced down at the ground and nudged the otherâs shoe with his own before he began walking. He released the mans wrist as he pulled away and only glanced back at him with a blinding smile. âCome with me, tell me more about the prudes who want to take their clothes off for you.â It was strange for him to speak so boldly to someone. But he had been flirting with him just inside, his eyes doing most of it. Hanhae was sure topics of such werenât off limits between them. The orange haired male turned his head back down the direction he had been walking, to the opening of the alley.Â
âI mean I love the possibility of dying just as much as anyone!â He called out loudly as it echoed off of the buildings around them. âWas it my impeccable eye fucking that got your attention or the amount of drinks blurring the fact that my hair is fucking orange?â Hanhae snorted as he listened to the gravel crunch under foot. It wasnât odd for him to be approached in a bar, he liked the attention, but outside of that setting he was usually much more tongue tied and meek. This situation was surprising most of all to himself as he confidently spoke to the other man.
Glancing down when a shoe nudged against his own, he made a soft sound before looking back up again. âFearing death is one way to live life... but embracing it and accepting it as an eventuality is another.â There was a shrug to his shoulders, one that was uncommon body language for him. Normally his actions spoke of refined training and centuries of etiquette, but on some occasions he allowed himself to fall into the new social norms. âI never said it was for me alone, just in general.â He found himself laughing as he followed along easily, hands shoving into his pantsâ pockets to combat the chilly air.Â
âThose prudish people, they tend to keep to themselves their whole lives so when theyâre finally greeted with a chance to do something new and exciting, they jump at it. Well... maybe after dipping their toes in the water, but prudes can be the wildest people.â Dorianâs grin was wide and soft, thinking back over the years of his life and just how he was right. He could tell the man walking with him had been flirting and that perhaps he might have been a prude, but he would have folded all the same in the end.Â
Catching up at the end of the alley way, Dorian glanced at the loud man with orange hair and found himself chuckling softly. âYouâre being a ridiculous drunk...â The words were muttered and soft, barely audible to anyone who wasnât listening. The continuing questions however had him out right laughing as he stayed close to the man next to him. âPerhaps it was the way you were yelling... I mean talking so loudly it had drawn my attention. Iâve seen weirder things than orange hair and eye fucking. Maybe it was a combination of all three...â He trailed off, leaving the thought open ended. Dorian usually approached people, seeking a means to an end wherever he could find it. The kid with the orange hair and glinting eyes had caught his attention more than once and it explained why he was here, walking towards some unknown destination all for the sake of an adventure.Â
Chloe hadnât actually expected a reply so soon from the male, knowing he sleep considering the time. She wasnât even sure why she was up herself and figured sheâd bother someone â  anyone and he was the lucky victim. Yawning loudly, a lazy smile tugs at her lips as she reads over his message.Â
[ the other grayđ˛ ] Itâs too early to be this happy.  Take me to the aquarium đ
Dorian refused to get out of bed, not if he absolutely had to. Staying nestled in his warm blankets however, he could only help but groan out loud as his phone gave another vibration. He had hoped the nice ending would have heavily indicated that he wanted to be left alone to sleep, but apparently that wasnât the case as he squinted at the second message. Resisting the strong urge to chuck his phone away and ignore it, he pulled it to him instead, grumbling about his ethics and chivalry as he texted back.Â
[txt; Chloe] Youâre the one that texted me first. Iâll take you if you wear a short skirt and pretend to be my girlfriend.
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aya was waiting outside of the restaurant she was dining with one of her korean friends. she didnât want to teleport to her apartment in seoul because she was in an area with a lot of people and quite a few CCTVâs. ânot even one taxi.â she growled while looking at the direction from which the cars were coming. Â
suddenly the wind became stronger than before and colder. luckily the cold never bothered her much but to her surprise someone was offering a jumper to her. she turned her attention to the direction of the possible owner of the jumper. the fairy smiled sweetly to him. âthank you but, itâs not mine.â her japanese accent was obvious.
Dorian felt himself smiling as the woman stated a fact that obviously knew, seeing as it was his coat to begin with. âPlease, itâs gotten colder.â He offers her a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly at her out of politeness. The man had just come from the restaurant and noticed the girl standing at the curb in clothes that were too light weight for the weather.Â
Without a second thought, he had stepped forward and covered her shoulders to try to protect her from the wind. However, now that he was thinking about it, the lack of taxis was concerning and he turned to the valet to have his car brought around for him. âDo you need a ride home? Itâll be much quicker than waiting on a taxi in the cold...â His words are kind and warm, just like his smile as he motions to the black car that pulls up and parks in front of them. It was rental for a few days, but it served its purpose well. Â
Chloe noticed the male the moment he stepped through the door â he was a friend of a friend of one of her co-workers, she didnât know his name but that didnât stop her from watching him closely until they made eye contact and she had to force herself to look away. For the short seconds they held eye contact she could feel the heat rising up her neck and dusting her cheeks. Thank God for the blush she swept over her cheeks before she left the house, she hoped he hadnât noticed and downed the rest of the clear warm liquid in her red plastic cup. Â
Throughout the rest of the night she psyched herself up to talk to him which resulted in her having more drinks to calm her odd nervousness and in her tipsy drunken state she makes her way over to him. And without a single word spoken to him, sheâs thankful for her choice in heels; she grabs him by the back of the neck and presses her lips onto his. She wasnât sure how long the kiss went on but in her altered state of mind it lasted a good amount of time and was amazing.Â
It was another one of those social gatherings that Dorian enjoyed frequenting rather than spending another lonely night in his apartment. He didnât know half of the people their and the person he had shown up with had disappeared, but it didnât stop him from making small talk. Making his rounds, he greeted anyone he met and smiled politely, striking up conversations with each person. It was easy pretending and blending in, but as he moved from one group to another, he noticed a woman staring at him so he stared right back. The shy blush and duck of her head had him chuckling softly as he continued on, leaving it to her discretion on when to approach.Â
The night had started to dwindle down when he was finally approached by the woman that had been eyeing him since he had come to the party. He found it interesting how she approached him in a drunken confidence and he was smiling before she even had him by the back of the neck. It was a struggle not to laugh against her mouth as the âkissâ was sloppy and tasted fruity, but he let her have at it. His hands came to her waist to steady her and he went along with the motions until she pulled back and he reached up to wipe away the lipstick left behind. âThank you for that... Do you need a ride home? You seem to be rather... intoxicated.âÂ
if i were a month, iâd be november.
if i were a planet, iâd be pluto.
if i were a god or goddess, iâd be xolotl.
if i were a sea animal, iâd be an angular fish.
if i were a piece of furniture, iâd be a loveseat.
if i were a gemstone, iâd be a opal.
â¨if i were a flower, iâd be a nightshade.
if i were a kind of weather, iâd be a murky, overcast day with threat of rain.
if i were a colour, iâd be gray.
if i were an emotion, iâd be patient.
if i were a fruit, iâd be a apple.
if i were a sound, iâd be rainfall on a tin roof.
if i were an element, iâd be water.
if i were a place, iâd be a quiet library.
if i were a taste, iâd be savory.
if i were a scent, iâd be sandalwood.
if i were an object, iâd be a dull blade.
if i were a body part, iâd be a finger.
if i were a song, iâd be âanimal i have becomeâ.
if i were a pair of shoes, iâd be berluti rapieces reprises.
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Iâm never drunk enough for anything ! *he ends up laughing and picks up another bottle of alcohol , Holding it up in the air* Letâs go for round twoooo ! *he raises his voice , His lips curve up into a wide smile while his eyes are barely opened*
{`staring down at the younger man, he could feel the urge to take the bottle away, but he doesnât as he holds up his glass for another drink.} I donât know if youâre even old enough to drink... you look twelve... {`thereâs a soft snort after he speaks and he knows if heâs going to get anyway through the night with the younger manâs energy, he would need many more drinks to keep up.} Alright then... Perhaps we should race to see who can stay sober longer?Â
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Cinnamon knew very well that he was being ignored by Dorian, it wasnât anything new, but the first was not one to stop his never ending nonsenses if the second kept on pretending he was listening. This dayâs spew was a column about self pleasure, in a womanâs magazine that Cinnamon had self tasked to read out loud, just for the heck of it. His reading stopped when Dorian spoke, and he too lifted his head from the pages he was reading to look at the man in front of him. âIsnât that the best thing to do, thought? If youâre having an orgasm that nice, why would you even want to stop shaking!? This doesnât makes any senseâ The magazine in his hands was shaken when he spoke the last phrase, completely displeased by what he had just read.Â
At first, it was the grin on the manâs face what caught his attention, but the words spoken the moment after were quick to trigger a blush on his cheeks, although his face kept on having that displeased expression the column had provoked. âIf you were any good i could say not so long ago, but wellâŚâ Cinnamon smiled cheekily at the male, dimples showing still as he looked down at the pages he was reading to continue, he might have had a fascination for the man, border-lining the obsession even, but it didnât meant he wouldnât take any chance he got to try and out sass him
There was a brief flicker of an amused look before the false mask of uncaring made its way onto Dorianâs face. It was their friendship, this ability to pretend not to care about one another that kept the man at his spot at the table, half listening to prattle about orgasms from a womanâs magazine. âMaybe some poor woman was confused because she finally got her first one at the age of fifty and a half or something?â It was the only consolation he had for the distressed male across from him, though really it probably wasnât too far from the truth.Â
There was a pause, letting the accusation hang heavily in the air before the elegant male allowed himself to lean back from his phone easily. âConsidering you jumped me when I was half awake and insisted on riding your pert little ass nice and slow until I was fully up and awake, maybe itâs half your fault. You werenât complaining the night before either.â Dorian merely shrugged, knowing full well that whatever intimate act they participated in, there wasnât any complaining on either side and they both enjoyed the company they shared together. It was this sort of openness that allowed him to speak about their relations so easily, even as he sighed and slid his phone across the table. âCan you fix it? The contacts disappeared again.â
2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?
âAh, Kim Myungsoo...â
3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?
âNo, not really. If I did know, itâs been long forgotten. I apologize.â
4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?
âSingle and just glad to be back home.â
5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?
âPerhaps you would consider the inability to age or die a power or ability. Itâs technically a gift, one Iâm not too keen on sharing with other people.â
6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.
His lips quirk in slight amusement before his head tips back slightly and he laughs. âWhat a delightful bit of slang that clearly does not apply to me because I am clearly not Gary nor Stu nor any combination of the two.â
7. WHATâS YOUR EYE COLOR?
âBrown. Simple and plain.â
8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?
âBrown as well. Not completely natural, but it might change soon depending on if I feel like adopting the Korean beauty culture or not.â
9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?
âI did once and I assume I have relatives somewhere... but as of right now, no.â
10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?
âNone at the moment, though a nice hamster might do me some good.â
11. THATâS COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DONâT LIKE.
âI donât like people that pry too far...â
12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?
âReading and going out to artistic events and such.. anything really can be a hobby or activity.â
13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?
â... Yes by accident and purposefully.â
14. EVERâŚ.KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?
â...â He stays silent for a moment, mulling the consequences before offering a short nod.
15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?.â
âHm... animal? Perhaps a turtle... Or maybe weâll just stick to a dog.â
16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.
âNot washing my dishes. Itâs terrible and I should really hire a maid at some point.â
17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?
âNo one in particular, no...âÂ
18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?
âYes.â
19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?
âNot any longer no, but I may return again and look into the science field. Itâs changed quite a bit since my last stint of schooling.â
20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?
âNeither. Itâs not something that would suit my lifestyle ever.â
21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?Â
âI donât think that applies to me... so no, I do not.âÂ
22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?
âGrowing attached to someone and losing them. It is much easier to keep people at armsâ length.â
23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?
âIt would depend on the day... but mostly high quality clothing, sweaters and long sleeved scoop neck shirts and jeans. Jeans are such a marvelous invention.â
24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?
âI love my family still. Otherwise, no.â
25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?
âA long time ago on a straw bed...â
26. WELL, ITâS NOT OVER YET!
âAlright then, remember what I said about those people who pry too much.â
27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)
âI have been all three at some point of my life or another. At the moment I would like to think Iâm high class.â
28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?
âNot many friends, perhaps acquaintances at the moment.â
29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?
âPie is delightful. Especially when the crust is just right and the filling perfect.â
30. FAVORITE DRINK?
âBourbon or scotch.â
31. WHATâS YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?
âIâve never stayed once place long enough to have a favorite place... â
32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~
âDefined interested. I am interested in many people for varying reasons. One for adventures in abandoned train stations and another for his wings.â
33. WHATâS YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?
âAdequately satisfying.â
34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?
âOcean. Much larger and freer.â
35. WHATâS YOUR TYPE?
âEntertaining. Witty. Funny. Perhaps brooding and pessimistic. Really, any person could be my type.â
36. ANY FETISHES?
âPerhaps a few. Perhaps none.â
37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?
âAll of them, depending upon the partner and their preferences or our natural dynamics.â
38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?
âAs adventurous as I am, Iâve spent enough of my life outside to firmly say that I prefer being indoors.â
39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?
âNo? It didnât bother me much at all.â
âI am not sureâŚâ He blinked his eyes softly as he looked down at his bare body. It was indeed embarrassing and having to wake up in front of the person of the same sex somehow made his cheeks to heat up slowly since he never expected that to happen. Sighing, he brought his hands towards his chest and hugged himself just to cover his nipples. âI donât mind, really but if you donât mind having me like this and take me to some place safe, I am going to be fine with it too. But a question, where do you want to take me to?â
âMemory loss is never a good sign...â Dorian shifted on his feet slightly, moving forward carefully towards the man sprawled out in nothing but his boxers. He wasnât sure if he had been robbed or worse, but he would be careful with the stranger that hugged at his own chest. âJust...â He paused before he took off his coat and stepped forward, draping it easily over thin shoulders. âI could take you back to my place. But... first letâs get you some clothes from a shop alright? Then we can try to figure out how you got here in the first place. Does that sound okay to you?â His words were gentle, careful, and sweet.Â
It took the Ice Prince a while before he turned his head to the other, soulless eyes staring unemotionally at the other; not even a hint of annoyance was seen across his features. He was quite astonished at the otherâs words, as his words completely contradict whatever his beloved King has taught him about the world. Surely, the King couldnât have deliberately led him to the wrong pathâ or had he?Â
He wasnât talking to anyone in particular, more like keeping himself sane with what he had believed in, so when a complete stranger came upon him with a completely different ideology, he couldnât help but feel slightly disoriented, despite the lost prince doesnât really know what he should do with it. âDear stranger, whatever do you mean by âlooking at the wrong way?ââ Pale eyes are now staring curiously at the other, but his muscle did not move an inch. âI was taught to perceive the world without any kind of glassessâ and I saw nothing but humanâs evil deeds.âÂ
The emptiness that peered back at him was briefly unsettling before he decided that perhaps the kid next to him had long since given up on his own life. Whichever case it was, Dorian wasnât keen on prying too far into it too soon, but he was interested in why there was a lack of vitality to the face he had looked upon. The words spoken to him had him leaning back in his seat with a wry smile on his lips.Â
âYouâre right, humankind is evil... to an extent. There are all checks and balances, itâs what humans are...â He paused for a moment, leaning forward slightly as he took in the confused expression and he allowed himself to offer a gentle smile. âBut remove those humans, though we do take up vast majority of this rock... Take them all away and there is beauty in the things that surround us. Nature for one. But the things we create as well. There is beauty in that. Not all things are necessarily evil, just tainted.âÂ
The noise around him was causing a headache to bloom behind his eyes and he really needed to get out of there quickly. Nothing ruined a good time being warmed by alcohol more than a headache. Hanhae watched the other and wondered what he thought of him. Though he was sure that was just his insecurities getting the best of him. Maybe he thought it was strange and very murderer like that someone would suggest going on an adventure after meeting in a club. It seemed very serial killer to Hanhae but he wouldnât mention that, he didnât want to offend any serial killers in the vicinity.Â
âI mean how often do you leave a club with a stranger to go on an adventure?â The male asked as he tried  to be heard over the music. Hanhae watched the man stand and reached out as he started to sway slightly. âBe careful.â He frowned before he reached out and took hold of the otherâs wrist. âDo I really look like the type of guy who would just leave with a stranger to have sex? I thought I looked like a prude.â Hanhae snorted as he lead the other to the backdoor. With people always coming into the club the backdoor was the best bet. Once outside the cool air nipped at his skin and he pressed himself to the brick wall. âNow-â Hanhae began as he kept his grip on the otherâs wrist as he watched him, âDo you think itâd be fun going into an abandoned train station or would we be setting ourselves up for dying?â
As his mind dawdled, taking its time to decide, he realized as the stranger next to him continued that he was with just another average person who had no idea what a real adventure was like. He had probably never ridden on a horse or run away in fear of getting caught and punished, but he could humor the boy. Dorian could afford to do that much at the very least. Plus, he hadnât really had any true action in a few weeks and he missed the adrenaline pumping through his veins.Â
âAh, not often enough I think.â Dorian offered a soft smile, one that curved at the corners and thinned his lips against his teeth. The way he was steadied made him laugh carelessly, head tipping back before he waves a hand briefly. âIâm fine... and really, the ones that prudish are the ones most eager to get naked. Nothing against you of course, but after several years you get to know how to read people or at least think you do.â Holding back his own sound of amusement, he followed his stranger out of the back, shuddering once the cool air hit his skin. Glancing at the door, he regretted not picking up his coat, but figured he could always replace it later.Â
âHm?â His attention was drawn back to the male still holding onto his wrist, finding it soothing as he stepped closer just the slightest bit. âIsnât the threat of dying half of the fun to begin with?â Dorianâs ever present smile turned mischievous, tugging up at the corner as he glanced around before nodding. âI thought you were going to show me an adventure... all adventures need a little danger.â
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