#hanmortis

Her gaze snaps to one direction to the next. Her name chimes out of another's lips but it was a mistake. Mistakes. She's bound to create one tonight, a gut instinct that she tends to neglects. There's liquid being poured in the tiny glass she's been using for half an hour, she can hear the contact. Just not how they were adding a packet of powder inside of the mixture as well. Either he was working for someone who's connected to the female or he's doing it to get something out of her for tonight. It's a swift movement but when she looks back at the bar once again. She smiles, faint and practically forced with dainty fingers coiled around the glass to keep it in her hold. Using her other hand to lift a paper bill that was pinched between her fingers.

                                                          "I wouldn't buy that if I were you."

[ -cuddles your face- wait. what’s your aim again?

[ I miss you too ;; how are you lately??

[ in which I rub your back comfortingly and gives a cup of tea ]

Send me a ♫ and I’ll shuffle my music. For whatever song comes up first, I’ll write a short drabble about our muses inspired by that song, for the duration of the song. I must stop writing and post as soon as it ends, no matter where in the drabble I currently am.

It's Been So Long - Ra.D.

[ ♕ ]  Her eyes drifted towards the concrete pavement, counting steps absentmindedly with the bag of groceries in her firm grasp. She's silent, per usual. Even through the months she doesn't talk so much unless she needed to. She's quite friendly nevertheless and she knows how to respect another when they encounter. It's a bit lonely but she's not complaining so much about living in solitude once again. Best for her anyways, so she wouldn't fall so easily into broken promises and high expectations.

A few more steps and she felt another's shoulder brush against her own causing her to instinctively take a step back in order to give them a good amount of personal space. "Forgive me I was a bit in a daze." Soft spoken words slipped pass the woman's rosy lips, bowing at a 90 degree angle as a way of apologizing once more. She wanted to say something else but the moment she tips her head back to glance at the other person, her jaw was slightly agape.

"Naeun."

"I- It's you."

He merely shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, he's been away for a long time. Been busy doing whatever he needed to do but he was back once again, he didn't have a proper reason but he didn't need to give the other any vivid explanations. His eyes gaze down at the smaller figure, a faint smile rose upon his face before lifting his hand up to flick the middle of her forehead with a soft chuckle emitting pass his pale lips. "It's been a while."

She fell into silence, unable to let the situation process. The dim lights flicker, it was dark. She just stared at him, dumbfounded by the situation and she simply nods her head in agreement because it truly has been a while. They left one another with questions, no goodbye's nothing. Their presences disappeared in one another's life despite of them constantly wondering how the other is doing. Yet no one didn't seem to bring it up. A free hand rubbing her arm with their gazes finally catching each other's. Curiosity lingered upon them as a small whisper slips pass her lips after a moment of silence.

nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

[ ♕ ]  Dim lights continue to flicker, it's empty. The faint whispers pour out of another's pale lips and into the wind. She hears the words, the threat and somehow she finds herself standing near the brick wall. Cold fingertips curled around her neck, a rough grasp as she gets pushed towards the near surface. It's cold. Perhaps it's silly, how she's vulnerable compared to before; she has no time in this world to pick fights because she knows better not to do such a thing.

Yet no one isn't around to help, not another person to defend her or protect her this time around. It's a mistake of hers to decide to carelessly wander around the streets during this time of day but she has nothing else to help her sleep. Insomnia continues to take over the woman's body, eyelids were shut during those times where her back was resting upon the mattress; but it's her mind that never bothers to rest and fall into a peaceful slumber.

Blood. The color red. It drenches the petite girl's clothing, practically sticking against her porcelain skin; painting the surface of the wall along with the ground. It drips ever so slowly and warm tears continue to stream down her cheeks. The screams of pain, pleads of desperation to break free - it's all muffled behind the stranger's hand. Practically choked upon her sobs, she's slowly dying and even then no one's not around. The husky laughs were poured out, practically mocking how weak and foolish she seems to appear right then and there in front of his eyes. Naeun can recall the words, the last two words that slipped pass the other's lips--

But the moment she opens her eyes, it vanishes completely. Breathing heavily with her hands resting on the area's around her stomach, chest; her entire body. Surely enough she thought it happened, the nightmare was quite vivid she's surprised she's even awake from it. He wasn't startled though, Luhan can hear the faint whimpers from where he was resting only to slowly draw himself off of the couch; sitting down on it lazily with his head turning to glance at the female from over his shoulder. "Bad dream?"

"Yeah, it's the usual." She mumbled, running a hand down her face to calm herself down. It wasn't the first time she had a dream like that, in fact it happened a bit too much lately - perhaps that's the reason why she has difficulty drifting off to sleep because the same thing replays in her mind. It's terrifying but she'll overcome it. Or at least she hopes. He can sense the fear in the tone of her voice when the words slipped out. He can tell how much it scared the girl just by a glance of her hand, the way her fingers shake out of nervousness just how she is when she's encountering another. Perhaps he doesn't know what fear is so much, because unlike Naeun he can properly defend himself whenever he needed to. There wasn't much comfort, no reassurance either. He re-positions himself to lay back down on the couch, one leg crossed over the other as he shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. "Relax. If it's a bad dream then it's just a bad dream. Get over it."

Beethoven. Pathétique. Piano Sonata in C Minour, No 8, Op 14, mvt 2.

The same piece plays over and over in this particular reality, echoing in the empty alleyways and soaring from every roof. It's not a terrible piece--no; in fact, it's one of the teen's favourites. However, there is something off about the tune, something in the way every B-flat borders on a natural or how some of the chords just don't sound.. right. It's eerie, really, the way the melody respires from seemingly nowhere, perhaps from high in the darkened clouds where the sun may or may not be. (Kyungsoo can never be sure with these types of reality.) Whatever it may be, it's the only hint the teen will receive in his attempt to take down this world.

The slow rumble of thunder in the background reaches his ears with a slight delay, forcing him to look over his shoulder to find tiny flashes of lightning in those charcoal clouds. A short breeze, threadbare and tantalising, flutters over his shoulders and dances on his cheeks, tousling his hair and disappearing the next instant. Kyungsoo swears he hears a whisper, faint around the edges but surely there, from somewhere down the street, but with a quick scan of the area, he finds nothing. With a gentle sigh, the boy begins to amble aimlessly, hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat, and his fingers idly play with a pack of gum while his gaze flickers over whatever it can land on, searching, seeking.

7: firm kiss