MISTER HARINGTON

          “Of course I saw her,” he stated with confusion. It took but a quick second for his furrowed brows to relax in perfect synchronization. Realization had hit him, prompting a short-lived chuckled. Jakob smiled idly at the comment, shifting his gaze towards the cigarette resting skillfully between the man’s lips. If not for the conversation at hand, the android may have taken the time to analyze the physical strategy of both tiers multitasking with such ease. Other humans he had observed that night carried with them much less skill and coordination.           “There aren’t co-ed bathrooms,” he replied, lifting his sights to find a darker set of eyes. Further explanation as to how he had ended up in to women’s restroom and witnessed what he had wasn’t given, instead replaced by a heavy sigh and slight shift of topic, “Have you done cocaine?” he wondered, now resting an elbow and his weight against the edge of a small bar table between them. Jakob took to taking in the scene around them, attempting to find meaning behind the excessive pursuance of intoxication. 

          YOUR NONCHALANCE CAUGHT HIM OFF-GUARD. Though, not in the least surprising considering where they were and all the things transpiring back in the fumigation of the building. Perhaps he’d caught the attention an individual as lacking in interests in such trysts, but then again why’d he let himself get dragged to this gathering to begin with? Kit takes a few drags of his cigarette absently, gaze elsewhere but mostly, on the moon above. “Figured” And weird, still he’d keep that thought to himself.

          ONYX RETURNS TO THE STRANGERS EYES. Smoke gradually begins to release from a pair of lips as relaxed as the nicotine ricocheting from several points throughout his limbs, bringing a wolfish sort of grin onto foreign features considering the other male’s particular gaze. “Cocaine? No. I’ve already got the energy of a damn rocket, I’ll be lifting off myself if I snort that shit.” Kit snickers before taking another puff, unsure if he should offer any of it to the other -- but he does so anyway. His thumb flicks at the butt of the cigarette, tipping it toward the stranger in an unspoken pitch.

                                       origin — @chopnskrew [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

          HIS SNICKERS COULD NOT BE RESTRAINED. As unexpected as the words may have been, the wolf found himself amused and – terribly flustered, to say the least.

@multiplythatbyinfinity​ - THE THINGS  that HIDE in the DARK

❝ hey, filth, stop running. i am not going to hurt you. ❞

daehyun’s voice is smooth and sweet like honey, SILK that clashes with the cruel smile settled in thin lips. hazel eyes scan the forest, looking for traces of the demon he’s hunting. there are no sounds of crickets and other nocturnal beings. they have run into the night after catching on the presence of energy too impure and dangerous coming from two different sources. 

bushes stir ahead and he narrows his eyes. smugness tinges the vicious grin on his features. it takes five seconds before he’s standing next to the demon. the meatsuit carries an expression of FEAR, curled as he is. brown eyes turn black as he gets up from where he is hiding. daehyun doesn’t blink as the demon summons a pointy stick and tries to stab him from the back. instead, he snorts, stepping to the side and grabbing the twig with his left hand.  

❝ you thought we are still in HELL? ❞ daehyun throws the small branch away, then he steps forward. the demon steps back. ❝ you thought your power was still bigger than mine? ❞

daehyun snaps his fingers and the demon’s left arm explodes. he screams, grabbing onto his shoulder. blood mixes with ichor and the smell is fetid. daehyun scrunches up his nose in DISTASTE. ❝ you said you knew where to find the shadow hunters i’m looking for. i trusted you and guess what i found? ❞ he sighs, feigning disappointment as he shakes his head.     ❝ you should have known better than this by now. ❞

❝ SHE said you are not to kill mortals as you please– ❞

daehyun’s eyes flash with GOLD. the next second, the demon’s meatsuit is torn into pieces. chunks of organs, skin, and bones fly around as blood smears the trees and soil. a dark smoke coils into itself from the center of the explosion and rises, but it doesn’t go far before daehyun closes his hand in the air, getting a hold of it. the mass of darkness burns in the sky until its ashes are swept away by the night breeze. 

❝ EW. ❞ he pulls a face at the drops of blood that landed on his white shirt. ❝ this biokinesis shit has to get better than this. ❞

he turns around, ready to continue with his PURSUIT when he senses a presence approaching. eyes squint into the dark, but nothing is quite visible to him yet. still, he can feel something else around, something with a nature different from what he has encountered until now. daehyun tilts his head, trying to identify its energy composition, but nothing resounds. 

          CRIMSON STAINED THE WHITE OF HIS FUR. A fresh kill still gifting the wolf with substantial adrenaline to keep his senses at their peak, so much so, he couldn’t very well ignore the blaze of magic so eloquently being splayed throughout his territory. Something far more vicious than the natural pursuit of his meal was transpiring, a darkness he’d known well enough to identify it miles away. Except this wasn’t nearly as far, this was much closer than comfort allowed. A harsh pair of blue eyes began to roam away from their prey, a half eaten carcass he’d definitely be returning to finish but -- this was far more important, a threat that needed to be subdued by force if need be. No animal would dare attempt to steal it anyway, the wolf had made its claim on this area long ago; to plot against the ferocious being of the forest was a death sentence Kit had no qualms stating however many times needed to make it crystal clear. The rotting bones of such challenges left throughout each corner spoke of his stature much better than the words of a curly, black-haired man could.

          PAWS AS LARGE AS ANY FACE BEGAN TO ROAM, steam for breaths colluding with the chill of evening air and a stealth perfected many moons ago, now found the shrubbery to minimize his presence as the sounds and scents of death continued to thrive. His eyes captured the night with a clearness instilled in the wolf’s vision, the movement ahead bringing him just a tad bit closer as he leaps from behind one trunk to another, ears sharp as ever taking in snippets of a conversation -- or one sided more like -- with quite the lacking importance towards whatever this individual chased after. Nevertheless, however the wolf may not have known the nature of this escapade in his woods, any bits of information to prepare him in facing this faceless threat would do. What he’d captured so far, was this person very well harbored much distaste towards their own prey, for it seemed this couldn’t be anything friendly. 

The smile he can hear, feel, against his neck makes him pout even more. “Come on, you’re not even taking this seriously! Must I remind mister wolf here that when you see me dancing a bit too close to someone, you get all pouty as well. I bet you won’t like it very much if I be all smug and nonchalant about that.” He groans as Kit burrows his face into Jongin’s neck, a small shudder running down his spine and he has to work hard not to squirm from the ticklish feeling.

He looked at Kit, his lips still in that same grumpy pout before he turned himself to face his boyfriend and pressed those same pouty lips against Kit’s soft pair. “I do. It’s Jiyeon. And she also scribbled her number for you and left it on the table when you went shooting. I did the only logical thing and tossed that piece of trash away after using it as a napkin because… trash will be trash.” He said, matter-of-factly. “I was sure you wouldn’t mind.” He pushed Kit lightly down and leaned to rest his chin on Kit’s chest, looking up at him. A small sigh left his lips before he spoke. “I know I have nothing to be jealous about when it comes to your intentions… but I am the living proof of the fact that sometimes it doesn’t matter if the other side isn’t interested and if you are interested enough, you will do all you can to have it. Promise me, if she tries again… at least tell her you have a girlfriend in England or something?”

          THERE’S A SLIGHT GAPING TO HIS MOUTH, called out in the most nonsensical way of the word and Kit was not about to feed into it. “Pouty? I do not get pouty. If anything I get murderous — not sure if that’s any better but..” He shrugs despite an obvious grin appearing on his features, “I am not being smug and nonchalant, Jongie. I just.. think it’s adorable that you believe I would even recall such a useless moment. My love.. come now.” He murmurs among quiet kisses placed alongside an ear the wolf was quite keen on teething on for extra effect, but he’d leave such thoughts for a more appropriate time. As a hefty sigh pours between full lips, the wolf rests in a small smile that transcends while listening on to the boatful of information his lover had managed to pick up without Kit having noticed any of it.

          “Jiyeon, is it? Now I know exactly who to address when           I see them next, maybe jot down the number for emergency           and hand it over, after all, she’ll be needing aid for that third           degree burn you left her with.”

          SNICKERS CONTINUED TO POUR ONCE HE’S ON HIS BACK, letting the other overrun the expanse of his chest as Jongin got comfortable. Kit remains with mild amusement etched on his face but the smile is thoughtful more than anything, he could understand the other’s concern but just as he’d always been capable of assuring his loyalty within.. his own ways, words could also have the same effect, and definitely most times, better ways.

I’ve been kind of building my inspiration this past week, spent too much time online than usual this month with the lockdown in the UK but I’m definitely getting those juices back, having taken some small time off has helped. 

There’s some great threads I have going on and I’m loving it, sorry for those who’ve been waiting, just wanna give you all my best!

                                          origin — @kkotseo​ [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

Most thought she was insane coming out so early in the morning, in the cold just to have some time for herself. But there was something calming about the quietness, about the fog that overtook the Han river, claiming all the surrounds. Eyes falling to the water as it gently went along, reminding her of her home back in France. How many mornings had she spent at the lake by the castle? Her figure entangled by the fog, the pebbles she skipped being eaten by that same fog. It was a memory that always drew a smile to her face, and perhaps the reason as to why she often found herself coming to the river.

A sudden gush of wind made her shiver ever so slightly, her hair almost dancing with the wind. Letting her eyes fall closed as she relished every moment of it. Oh, she would do anything to back in France, back with her love, back in the madness of the French court. Her thoughts being whisked away by the voice of another, opening her eyes and turning to them with the gentlest of smiles. “Hm.” She paused for a moment, looking at the figure before giving a nod. “I – that would be fine, yes, dear.”

          SO MUCH OF HIM HOPED SHE’D AGREE. Kit was so taken with the sight, the view, the atmosphere — it was perfect and she.. she added something more, not only was her beauty astounding but there was a depth in her eyes, a loss he knew so well. He hoped to capture its permanence as well as his mere gaze could, perhaps a lens could be very direct and yet, Kit had faith where usually there’d been none. The word talent may have been thrown around whenever he’d present his work to potential clients but still, when an opportunity arose in this fashion with someone that’d struck him like this, he felt far more hopeful in his work -- and she hadn’t even said yes yet.

                                        origin — @twcmccns [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

     HE wished he could have some peace of mind on his own than to talk with people he barely knew. The sound of what seemed to be electronic music blared through the speakers, which was followed with the loud (and slightly obnoxious) crowd to gather and drink only made matters worse for Kris as he moved his way through them. But had it not been for the information he was given - rumours of an ancient relic that was supposedly taken by a group of people present in this event - and his task to give it back to its caretakers, Kris would not have been present in the event. 

     HOURS had gone by quick since his arrival, and all the archer wanted was some breathing room, away from the crowd while trying to keep an eye out for said relic he was searching for. It was not long after he managed to get the space he wanted – a balcony that was not too far from the actual event itself. He took a deep breath in and exhaled, white breath escaped from his lips as he tucked his hands inside the pockets of his pants and made his way towards the end. At long last, after he had to endure the loudness in the event, Kris finally got the peace he wanted – and hopefully, he was able to gather his thoughts on his task.

     HOWEVER, the silence only lasted for a short while when he felt the presence of someone with him. Wariness was present underneath the stoic features he had on his face, taking in the words that were said by the stranger before silver eyes glanced at his side. He has a camera, he thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes slightly so the other would not notice. With careful observation and a few deductions he made in his head, Kris turned his attention to the male.

   “…the camera you have,” He nodded his head at the device. If Kris wanted to know whether the rumours were true, the other might have the answer to it. “What kind of photos did you take?”

          FOR A MOMENT HE WAS TERRIFIED. How could he have overstepped so easily? Who was he to assume these dangers are what brought this person out here, especially when they never said anything in return? Kit could truly hear his friends now, reprimanding him left and right for worries most likely made of his own accord, unnecessary. Just when the booming bass grew tenfold at the drawback of a curtain dividing the balcony from a dark and smoky dance floor, he hears words far more unexpected than any response the male could’ve planned. He lets go of coarse fabric, its thickness drowning quite a bit of the ruckus inside as he turns, hesitantly enough that it takes him a moment to think over the possibilities of this question he’d been so very briefly unequipped for. Kit glances at his camera, the metallic symbol of ‘Canon’ reflecting back at him in this moonlit night, not to mention the peeking ‘STAFF’ pass tucked under the cover of his jacket, “All kinds.” He begins, stepping further out into the balcony while tucking chilled digits into warm pockets, “People, the acts, the venue — everything really. I’m here on a job, photographer for the event.”

                                         origin — @zephyrvm [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

          AS SHEEPISH AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN, Kit wasn’t capable of trifling with the immense bout of joy felt upon hearing such tender — sweet words that did so much; someone like her said so, meant every bit.. and after the closure developed so easily between the pair, who was the wolf to deny what honesty had been chosen to be stated?

                                        origin — @ofdeus [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

          PERHAPS HE WAS A LITTLE SHY. Perhaps, he was greatly shy. Uncommon as those words may have been, Kit knew there was a response expectant of him no matter the severity of b sealed into the foreigner’s maintained reservation. If he were to be thoroughly honest – further crimson would take up his already reddened demise considering just who was complimenting the male in such a way.

    inquisitiveness  flows  deep  in  the  veins  of  the  royal.  cherub  like  features  and  splendor  contoured  by  the  engrossment  in  his  countenance.  curiosity  killed  the  cat  ;  so  it  seems  as  he’s  stepped  into  forbidden,  uncharted  territory…  wandering  in  a  daze,  curious  of  the  world  surrounding  him  as  ruminations  are  interminable  and  now  he  is  caught  in  a  mishap  and  there  is  not  an  ounce  of  certainty  nor  bravery  in  the  way  he  would  ultimately  malinger  of  this  menace.

    the  peril  is  indeed  lingering  in  the  air  –  he  can  almost  smell  it,  perhaps…  it  is  simply  the  scent  of  his  own  dread,  as  the  heart  proceeds  to  palpitate  in  a  haste  and  each  beat  becomes  faster  than  the  one  before  it.  trepidation  seeps  deep  into  the  young  prince  as  the  sight  in  front  of  him  at  last  makes  an  essence  of  sense.  he  is  scared,  the  trepidation  causes  him  to  ponder  whether  his  appearance  is  vehemently  royal-like  and  what  if  he  is  therefore  kidnapped  for  the  highest  bidding  or…  worse  ?  the  king  would  have  his  head  for  wandering  around  so  mindlessly  and  exploring  parts  of  land  he  should  never  come  near  –  particularly,  without  any  guards.  

    there  are  clear  endeavors  in  concealing  the  luridness  yet,  they  succumb  to  the  sentiment  and  he  is  evidently  petrified.  quietude  engulfs  the  tense  atmosphere  for  a  moment  which  feels  alike  an  eternity,  before  he  prince  at  last  decides  to  comment,  as  apprehension  is  laced  in  the  habitually  euphonious  vox.      ❛    you  are  not  going  to  hurt  me…  are  you ?    ❜

            DISTURBANCE RANG NEARBY. Hearing as acute as the sharp lift of white furred ears flinching every now and then, pinpointing that very uneasiness -- awareness. Someone treaded upon his territory, a person, indeed as no animal would dare surpass the stretch of land reeking with the wolf’s claiming scent. Kit turned away from the half devoured carcass, pieces of ravaged deer meat still lingering about sharpened canines stained with the wolf’s claim while nerves gobbled up the rest of his sane senses. He hides behind the most massive tree in the forest, big enough to conceal the wolfs unorthodox size and chosen shelter; not only was this forest too small but it’d been the closest one, requiring the foreigner’s clear intent of travel for hour’s on end. At least this way he had a place to call his own, even without naming the model’s rather popular designation.

          HIS FORM RETURNED TO THAT OF A MAN. Still hidden within the mind’s easily corrupted belief of monsters lurking in the night, shadow cleared by a wolf’s form behind moonlit shrubbery unable to come up with the common tongue, yet once he’s kept behind the thickened trunk, protruding with short curls and a body only necessary of two legs, Kit didn’t need to hide his voice any longer. Fear urged to maintain those wary ways without the need of showing his truest of forms but the other remained near, too close for comfort and still -- there’d been no way around this. The wolf pondered your stated fear and momentarily.. believed in his own spoken demise. He stayed hidden behind the large enough trunk that kept his human body secluded, choosing to speak in a rugged tongue when only the spirit of his voice could be traced back to Kit’s true nature.

                                      origin — @thecosmicsen [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”