#kindkill

What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

█ 𝑪𝒐𝒎 — 𝑴𝑼𝑵 — 𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒆. ╰› @kindkill

🥰 I secretly admire you ╱ 🌟 You're my favorite blog ╱ 🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YO ; all this right back @ you, I love your ocs, every single one of them is such a pleasure to see in my dash, I also just love the HC dumps ? Living for it !!!

"It's better than knocking my head on door frames. One I don't like, and this I do like." He rubbed his forehead, the impact earlier still paining him after entering the bar. This was simple work, taking minimal effort to display decorations all across the walls. That should be it, or he thinks he's finished. It would be joyous to relieve this back pain with a drink or two. Better yet, seated on a massage chair and sleep with no care in the world.

"What's that-?" Oh, the rips in his withered suit. He grit his teeth before glancing away out of embarrassment. "You don't have to tolerate me and my shitty choice in clothing."

Not like he has a choice. He has to wear the same things or pay for more clothes that are expensive.

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expression bored, albeit there was something pensive to it, as he leaned his cheek on his hand, the flesh squishing underneath it. he looked nothing like the composed singer and model he had to act like the whole day, every day. here, under the dim lights of the bar, he felt like he could stop pretending, for at least a little while.

the forefinger of his free hand lazily circled the rim of his glass, half-drunk. it was nice, having someone to talk to. someone without prejudice. he wasn't sure whether he could consider ronin a friend, but they listened. their bar was something akin to a little secret box. whatever words ivan had uttered while here always stayed here.

he preferred it that way.

“ what about yours, then? why are you alone? ” that appreciation didn't stop his usual bluntness, the lack of consideration of what was and wasn't socially acceptable to inquire about with absolutely no preamble. abyssal eyes lifted to lock with the bartender's, quietly waiting for an answer but not exactly demanding it.

interesting, okay!!! it already takes so much for iako to lend her total loyalty to someone, but once you have it, you've got a guard and attack dog for life (or until you totally shatter her trust which i do not recommend). she shows her reliability by protection, she will put herself in front of you the second danger comes and she will most likely see it first considering her vigilance.

❛ @kindkill said . . . delicate glass of champagne was set before mia, a smile pulling at their glossed lips. "complimentary from the gentleman in the third booth." ❜

𝙈𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎. sometimes a cocktail during a one of the many balls she was forced to attend. the princess had only ever gotten wasted once in her life . . . never again. the sight of the drink only causes the already forming knots in her stomach to tighten. complimentary ? it would be impolite to ignore the gesture but the thought of having to even sip on the champagne makes her stomach turn. nervous gaze falls to the drink, her body stiff. should turn and see who'd sent the gift ? was that rude ? reluctantly she thanks the person who brought the drink, slender fingers running along the stem of the glass. she doesn't want to be here. this is not her scene in the slightest. the moment she'd walked through the door mia felt out of place, like everyone was staring even though deep down she knows that isn't the case. she doubts anyone even knows who she is. or at least she hopes.

why had she come here again ? she'd had an argument with her father again. right. and instead of hiding away in her garden she'd run off . . . but the moon is already high in the sky and nothing was open. besides this place. but now it's too late and she wishes she'd just ran into the woods instead. pushing the champagne away from her, she gives a nervous smile to the bartender. ❛ u - um, thank you. but could i trouble you for a water . . . ? if it's not too much trouble. ❜