#fleurcttes

He already knows what she would say if she sees that he was there, making sure that she was okay. None of the venom that laced her words could ever stop him from caring, and why he did, he really didn’t know. But there was something about her, something he knew was there even when she kept pushing it away. “Before you tell me to go away, don’t waste your breath. You know I won’t.” He says the moment he steps in front of her, taking the glass she was holding. “How many have you had?”

character development questions.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

-- only verse that jae has been in a relationship in is underground fighter

main: he’s never been in a relationship, but the biggest flaw would be that it takes a long time for him to get adjusted to affection. just a touch of the hand and he’s backing away, and he knows that relationships would require things like that. he’s also bad at expressing his feelings via words, tries to show them with acts of service.

bodyguard: he loves his job - workaholic. never had a relationship before but it would probably have to be someone he’s around a lot in order for him to gain interest. 

painter: same as main.

underground fighter: his biggest flaw is that he’s stubborn and butts heads a lot. he has a strong personality and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. yes. it’s destroyed the only relationship he’s ever wanted to save. ( @nouvelis -- looking at you :eyes:)

demon slayer: has no relationship desire. good luck.

@sinsraged @redemptioninterlude @aadorations @thedarktriads @atlvntida @fleurcttes

Dim lights paint the walls with the silhouettes of seven bodies gathered in the middle of the room. From the other side of the door, victorious jeers and the ringing in of loot contrasts the bone chilling silence within the four walls. The taunting tick of the analog clock is deafening as the night draws on and the smell of death, mingled with rotting wallpaper, sits heavy in the private room of the casino.

Soomin’s nails tap against the wood of the table, body leaned back with ease. Empty eyes meticulously examine the features of men and women with nothing to lose. Not a single one looks like they belong, but money made humans do some bizarre things. Her eyes flicker to the briefcase sitting in the corner of the room, a rectangular man standing on guard before it. If the slouch of his body isn’t enough to showcase his boredom, the long drawn yawn contorting his disproportionate features is. Soomin in theory, crafted by anyone looking at the room through a logical lens, was there for the money. Soomin in actuality and at heart, wasn’t there for the money. It was clear, from the pressed look of her tailored suit to the sheen on polished shoes that she had more than enough of that and then some.

Soomin Han was there because she believed herself to be larger than God. Nothing had ever been able to touch her before, and nothing had ever survived her own touch. This would be no different.

When the invitation had come from a client, she had been skeptical. Regularly dealing with criminals, whether innocent or guilty, had resulted in a habit of perpetual disbelief. You couldn’t trust them when they swore with their palm against their entire belief system, and especially not when a jury was sure they deserved freedom. She’s weaselled enough men and women into the public’s good favour to know that words had power. Her words had power, but so did her pride. It’s that pride that had her prodding at the mention of a challenge, one inquiry after another anytime his demeanour suggested that she wasn’t up to it. So when he’s got her undivided attention, when she’s fallen prey to his carefully planned out ploy, he tells her all about it. The cash, the thrill, the victory.

Her victory.

One she can practically taste, oh so sweet, with very little understanding of the consequences that came with it. For Soomin could care less about most of the strangers crammed into close quarters, but she’d be a liar if she tried to say her eyes had left the familiar face sitting across from her since she had walked in. Family was not a concept Soomin understood well. With absent parents and frequently changing nannies, there were few she could call her own. But the notion of kin was not lost on her and the pull of heartstrings was evident as flashbacks of gatherings and parties dance through her memories. They’d laughed together and cried together. More than can be said about anyone else in Soomin’s life. However brief their interactions were, however many faked under the pretence of formality, they had occurred and the reality of it weighed down on her more than ever before.

It unnerves her the way her leg bounces under the table with an overwhelming feeling of anxiety that was foreign to the otherwise confident (read: cocky) lawyer. There was only one way to rid herself of it, and that sat in the center or the table.

“Cowards,” she states like a fact as slim arm darts forward to gingerly pull the revolver towards her. With the way she cradles it in her palm, it’s clear that she’s never handled one. The man in the corner lifts his foot to step forward before she snaps at him. “I know how this works.”

Knuckles go white with the grip she has on the hilt, staring down the barrel for a second as breath catches in the back of her throat. It’s almost like a switch flicked on with the way her hesitation drops and she presses the gun to her temple. She stares not at her cousin, but at the man tasked to babysit them. 

The pull of a trigger and the seconds that come before it.

                                          origin — @fleurcttes [ status : accepting ]

HAMILTON SENTENCE STARTERS ( PART TWO )

          KIT WANTED TO LAUGH. As always, Sue intended on putting on the theatrics. It was just a mere coffee scrape as she’d tripped in the middle of their walk, dropping their most recent caffeinated treat by heeled feet. “Oh, come now, it’s not that bad.” He says calmly, getting down one knee, avoiding spilled beige, with his own drink set down nearby, using napkins handed to him at the cafe to begin dabbing at splattered cream mixtures painting her coat. “Not too much, like I thought -- barely noticeable.” An almost cheeky grin shoots up at those familiar eyes; he was use to this – taking care of her. For years he’d taken care of her, as so many couldn’t find the time to. Kit looks up at Sue, smiling a bit before accepting there’s only so much one napkin can do. The wolf get’s up, bringing her now sticky, empty cup with him. 

          “Let’s go back, yeah? We didn’t get far           anyway and you can get better cleaned up.”

...

they weren’t in the same major- university doesn’t work like that though. hyejung had met ina at the journalism club; she had stayed for a week in the organization before she realized that she couldn’t juggle her studies, internship, and an extracurricular activity all at the same time before going inside. luckily, ina was one of the few people she befriended and hyejung found out that she was a journalism major. still, students were students, she invited the other to hang out a few times and the girl grew fond of her.

now it was the middle of the semester and they agreed to grab food after they studied for their midterms, a little incentive for them that led to a happy tummy. food wasn’t the only thing in hyejung’s mind, a little dazed while she taps her pen against her cheek, her foot lightly brushing against the other’s but it seemed like it was taken as an accident. there was one thing hyejung couldn’t doubt: ina was beautiful. she was attractive, smart, hard working -- do you have a crush yoo hyejung?

no. crushes were too much work, too much energy. she hadn’t caught herself, how her thoughts had been said out loud and her ears turn red due to being flustered at the small slip up. “oh- oh. um, i kind of forgot. i was kind of distracted.” she looks down, circling a random vocabulary word to continue studying. too shy, too bold, what was the in between? the small gesture of her arm nudging against hyejung made her smile, shaking her head to dismiss it. she couldn’t ask her.

< for sue >

this was probably one of the first times she’s encountered something like this. was it even possible? she eyes the girl and the pictures on her phone with one of her royal guards. weird. they were identical. how did she not notice? after the many months of traveling back from the kingdom of corea to the bustling city of seoul, that’s what she’s learned over time anyway. they’re eating chicken and beer while a baseball game plays in the flat screen tv above sue. she’s taken a moment to contemplate on what to tell her-- sue, i have a prime minister back at home and she looks like you. or vice versa.. maybe she’d laugh, taking another piece of chicken-- that’s absurd. there’s only one of me and i’m the best one around. that’s what she thinks their dialogue would sound like.

hyejung extends her arm, picking up one of the picked radishes and popping one in her mouth, stripping a piece of her drumstick as it slips in her mouth. they didn’t have things like these in her kingdom, it was a bit rude. for something so simple -- why was it absent in such an extravagant place? it didn’t make sense. they had everything else... it would hit a home run if they had restaurants like these. smoothing out her clothing, she rests against her chair before starting a new topic - a topic where she could not predict its ending.

cell phone headcanons.

status: accepting.

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