#blxssomtears

send my muse one of these:

❝it says here…we need flour, eggs…chocolate and cinnamon.❞

The night was turning later then he thought looking down on the clock on his phone Junho noticed it was already 2am, he knew the saying nothing good happens after 2am. He sighed as he walked through the night of Seoul, he had been out running by HAN river, and he had been at it for 2 hours. so he decided he deserved to walk a little.  He smiled as he saw another person not to far ahead ‘’ at least i’m not the only one running here at this time’’

  JEALOUS / POSSESSIVE  MEME - [not accepting]

Her eyebrows furrow just slightly, because, in hermind, he’s being excessive – she doesn’t even truly know who he means, but shehasn’t noticed any looks that she can’t brush off as the norm. She almostwishes she did: something that would be out of the ordinary, be it creepy orwith more soul than what she getsevery day. But there’s no such thing anywhere, and she scolds herself for beingsilly and even wishing it in the first place: what ever has taken over her? “It’snothing that should concern you.” She points out, finally, shoulders rollinginto a little shrug.

     { —“ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ quiet?” Beomseok practically hisses under his breath. He’s already fed up with this continuous babbling and it’s only been one full day. twenty-four hours of never ending nagging that’s driving him towards his own edges. His patience ran out long ago, and by now the blood that stands still in his veins is practically boiling. His fingers have curled into white knuckled fists, jaw tense and expression stern. Usually when he tells ghosts to back off, they do. This one isn’t budging, no matter the means Beomseok uses to make him leave.  He’s staying, and he’s making it more than a little obvious. Leading to the current moment, on the subway. There is meaning behind the words that continuously spew from the ghost’s mouth. And abiding his will seems to be the only way for Beomseok to actually make him go away. So there he is, on the subway. Sitting next to a complete stranger that the ghost hidden to the human eye wants him to speak with. It is more than a little bit strange, all of this. The way it affects him too. Usually, Beomseok is not the type to become pliant to a spirit’s will. It makes him more stingy than most day, in combination with lack of rest and one small thing can easily make him snap. 

   It takes another few moments, ten minutes to be exact. The he’s had enough, fed up with the echoing voice spreading like smoke through the unsuspecting crowd. He turns his head, brows lowered as he prods a finger against the male’s side. He has never seen him before, and this is probably even more out of line to him that it is to Beomseok. But at least the older isn’t ashamed. After six centuries with this “gift” as some call it, he has done worse. See worse. Heard worse.  

                                 “Please tell your dead boyfriend to shut the fuck up.”

    The sentence is practically wheezed into the male’s ear, voice laced with frustration and nostrils flaring. Pale features of the deceased look more than a little bit shocked. Perhaps they’re about to realize they chose the wrong messenger. He doesn’t even bother to stay for that much longer, rising from his seat as soon as the train rolls into the next station, preparing to get off. If this is going to take place, it’s by his rules. Not the ghost’s, not the stranger’s. 

                                                            Aryasel’s own rules. 

Breath, by breath.  

                                                Word after word. 

SEND ME ✔ AND I WILL BOLD MY PREFERENCES FOR YOUR MUSE!

Status: Accepting

To: @blxssomtears

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

He didn’t know the girl very well. He had sometimes seen her at the café around the corner of his record label, and apparently, she was also a trainee at the very same label, since he’d seen her inside the building as well sometimes, seemingly very busy with her training schedules. With her hair being so recognizable, it had been easy to keep track of who she was. Seeing those bruises on her, though, some being added day by day, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, especially since he found her sitting alone. When she didn’t reply to his question, he perched down in front of her. “Please tell me how you got those bruises.” He insisted, surprised at how firm his voice sounded.

Her eyes looked up to meet his, a slightly panicked look on her features at his insistance. She couldn’t tell how she got the bruises, it just would make matters worse. Gulping slightly, feeling her throat dry all of a sudden, she turned her eyes back to the bruises, pushing her sleeves down so she could hide it better.

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

Status: Accepting

To: blxssomtears