#dvrelict

After a long wait, he finally drudges up the courage to knock on the blasted door. Chen doesn’t wait for a response, never does, just pushes the door open with the last bit of energy he has. “Honey? I’m home.” 

To perform out of the club was a new thing, but apparently the owner had a deal with the owner of that place so they were both gonna promote each other. Probably a great win win situation. When the time come to go on stage she had her own solo performance. As expected everything went well, it wasn’t exactly a new choreography but rather one she was confident about. And everything was going okay until she saw in the crowd the guy she once comfronted in the club she worked. How small was the world that he was there? The dancer still haven’t linked the fact he said on that day he was the owner of a Casino. That casino. 

“In her demonic lustre she was real. In his dark attire, he was burning.”

          A soft giggle could be heard from within the morgue. Not from someone on their break watching a compilation of cat videos -- although she wouldn’t have minded that either -- but a woman having a casual inner dialogue with herself about the man who she was expecting to walk in at any moment and pick up his order. Carefully and with deft movements, the supple skin of a dead man was parted, each side slowly splaying outward, peeling back over itself with the ginger guide of her free hand. Yejin took great pleasure in her work. Too much. Whether the body lying on the cool metal table were a politician, active volunteer, or killer, they were all the same to her. Dead, helpless, hopeless, and at her mercy. Or the mercy of whoever bought them from her.           Her tongue pressed itself thoughtfully between the vermilion painted tiers of her lips, a sign of both concentration and appreciation for her craft. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps growing near that she looked up from the dissection table and all the fragments that once made up a living being were sorted into neat little piles beside the corpse. “Soohyun,” an eerily lighthearted and sweet voice called out to him, a bloody scalpel waving back and forth in a gloved hand. “I was just thinking about you,” she began, turning her head to toss a few strands of ash blonde hair over her slender shoulder. “I was hoping you could finally show me what it is you do with all those bits and pieces of people you’ve been ordering from me for the past six months.” Her lower lip jutted out into a playful pout, long lashed lowering slowly with each blink. “I just think we’re ready for that next step in our relationship, don’t you?”

“You must have heard me wrong.” The part lioness grins wickedly, raising one of her brows. She downs the shot in front of her, the burn comforting in the late hour. “I run, it runs, I stop, it runs. What is it?” 

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?sometimes! I have three handwriting styles, so I have my messy, neat and pretty hand writing styles.

               ↳  r e d       ❛   Be near me when my light is low,                                         When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick                                                  And tingle; and the heart is sick,                                               And all the wheels of Being slow.   ❜