Okay so I’m going to keep this blog as a backup in case tumblr decides to terminate my original blog again.

All of my next responses for the rps will be my last on this acc, unless tumblr terminated my original acc again.

the rack upon its sooty treasure adorned the muted range, reticent in the influence of elementary isolation & in the perception of benign marine hues, dainty blues, greys & browns. the vision was gratifying to the eye, to yours at least. ❝the library?❞ a whisper forsaken being borne to the rather broad male that rank aside. yet he was no newcomer— jeon jeongguk is the name, & classified to be one of the outstanding private investigator’s in the city.

you were plainly fortuitous to work with him.

❝the serial killer had a like for books,❞ jeongguk voices, the bulbs obscure & flickering as his form ambled through the arenaceous shelves— taking in each & every designated copy. you noted how reticent it was, being that the book repository was uninhibited & your perception elevated whenever the walk echoed too audibly.

for some excuse you did not feel secured being in the minor murky area even when in circumstances as this you have dealt before. there was something you could not comprehend why your physique & mind was rebuffing, but you disregarded it to take a peek.

oblivious to the acquainted dark eyes gawking at every move.

❝i just don’t think we’ll find—❞ pausing when facing forward, you saw  jeongguk exist upon an unidentified book grasp very firmly in his palm. ❝jeongguk?❞

detecting his name erupt off your lips, his eyes closed— heart leaping & fingers twitching. he loves how he feels when you are all over. almost too much. ❝d. . did you find anything?❞ you request further, by now growing uneasy when your associate was not reacting instead achieving no sentiment.

& when you were about to unfasten your mouth— jeongguk hoisted the book over his head; a glint striking over his eyes that had you act back in terror. ❝jeongguk—!❞

a cry clashed the atmosphere when the booklet smacked against your scalp, figure collapsing below where crippled whimpers were eluding. you advanced to slither even—to get away, only when your ankle sensed a vigorous grip upon it.

❝you know partner, when a serial killer kills— it’s for a meaning,❞ jeongguk starts to simper, the appearance becoming deranged. he couldn’t be. jerking your leg, it made the back of your head batter the flooring enough to make everything groggy.

❝it’s like they’re looking for something no— someone.❞ he declares, catching your distressed hands while you began to wheeze. you were failing & god he cherished the view among the graceful crimson fluid emit out your temple to splotch the wood.

the rack upon its sooty treasure adorned the muted range, reticent in the influence of elementary isolation & in the perception of benign marine hues, dainty blues, greys & browns. the vision was gratifying to the eye, to yours at least. ❝the library?❞ a whisper forsaken being borne to the rather broad male that rank aside. yet he was no newcomer— jeon jeongguk is the name, & classified to be one of the outstanding private investigator’s in the city.

you were plainly fortuitous to work with him.

❝the serial killer had a like for books,❞ jeongguk voices, the bulbs obscure & flickering as his form ambled through the arenaceous shelves— taking in each & every designated copy. you noted how reticent it was, being that the book repository was uninhibited & your perception elevated whenever the walk echoed too audibly.

for some excuse you did not feel secured being in the minor murky area even when in circumstances as this you have dealt before. there was something you could not comprehend why your physique & mind was rebuffing, but you disregarded it to take a peek.

oblivious to the acquainted dark eyes gawking at every move.

❝i just don’t think we’ll find—❞ pausing when facing forward, you saw  jeongguk exist upon an unidentified book grasp very firmly in his palm. ❝jeongguk?❞

detecting his name erupt off your lips, his eyes closed— heart leaping & fingers twitching. he loves how he feels when you are all over. almost too much. ❝d. . did you find anything?❞ you request further, by now growing uneasy when your associate was not reacting instead achieving no sentiment.

& when you were about to unfasten your mouth— jeongguk hoisted the book over his head; a glint striking over his eyes that had you act back in terror. ❝jeongguk—!❞

a cry clashed the atmosphere when the booklet smacked against your scalp, figure collapsing below where crippled whimpers were eluding. you advanced to slither even—to get away, only when your ankle sensed a vigorous grip upon it.

❝you know partner, when a serial killer kills— it’s for a meaning,❞ jeongguk starts to simper, the appearance becoming deranged. he couldn’t be. jerking your leg, it made the back of your head batter the flooring enough to make everything groggy.

❝it’s like they’re looking for something no— someone.❞ he declares, catching your distressed hands while you began to wheeze. you were failing & god he cherished the view among the graceful crimson fluid emit out your temple to splotch the wood.