#lcstiinspace

    GISELLE : ah here i am. asleep     GISELLE : much like how you SLEEP ON ME     GISELLE : i dont get it. im such a catch :/

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For some reason, Taehyung had a feeling that Juno was still at it when he told him that he was going to work on a new painting. It didn't surprise him because it wasn't the first time he had experienced the other getting carried away and forgetting about time in general. "You should really get some rest, Juno. The painting isn't going anywhere." He spoke softly and gently placed a hand on the other male's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Come on, you can finish it later. Before Taehyung came over, he thought about picking up coffee but that would've defeated the purpose of getting Juno to get some rest. Even though it wasn't the kumiho's responsibility to take care or just as much as worry about him, he couldn't help it because even if he didn't want to care, he'd still end up doing so anyhow.

lights flicker off in the neighboring room, the clinic clearing of its remaining visitors. colleagues shuffle out with slumped postures, exhausted from such an extensive day of blood donations. one calls in yanny's direction, signaling for her to close up when she finishes with her final patient. with a deft hand, she extracts the allotted amount of his blood. her eyes light up like casino slots when the red fluid streams into the tube, the nurse obediently depositing it into a bag. "that didn't hurt too much, did it ??" she doesn't anticipate much of a response, expecting him to be slightly disoriented from the loss, "you've come in so much that you know how it works. just don't-" she struggles to form the correct english phrase, "move your body too much tonight," do anything strenuous would have substituted, but her vocabulary still needs improvement. sealing the bag shut, she detects the scent of his blood. it intoxicates her, head sent back reeling before she returns to his side. her fangs poise over his neck, sinking into the flesh to take an ADDITIONAL donation.

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｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. “FARRAN’S COMING OVER TONIGHT.” Were the words that sent Jinsu stumbling out of the couch she has been lazily lounging on for the past couple of hours. Jinhee only patted her on the leg to get her up from the couch so her older sister could sit down but the words that accompanied her actions sent Jinsu to a jolt of action. She looked up at Jinhee from the floor, eyes wide open in disbelief that she only said it now. What could have happened if Jinhee didn’t tell her this?? Farran could have seen her lying on the couch, looking like a big pile of SLOB. She couldn’t have that happening. “What happened to you??” Jinhee asked as she flipped through the television channels, glancing only at Jinsu once before diverting her gaze back to the T.V. screen. Jinsu only shook her head in response before she immediately stood up to walk back into her room as if she was in a t r a n c e. She wasn’t normally like this, but she LIKED her sister’s bestfriend quite a lot which made it dangerous for the younger girl. She knew that if Jinhee ever learned about it, she’d never let Jinsu near him again. So she was keeping it a secret but she couldn’t help but try her very hardest to impress him whenever he  came over or whenever Jinhee dragged her to hang out with Farran. She was just putting color back into her cheeks and lips when she heard the doorbell ring. She took a deep breath, ran outside her room and beat Jinhee to it. “I’ll get it!!” She exclaimed, her hand already gripped around the doorknob. She opened it with the biggest, most charming smile she could show. “Hi there, you’re looking for Jinhee-unnie??” 

harley doesn’t know what to do with tears. she’s never been good with them-- not even her own and bowie’s tears confuse her. partially because she’d never expect them from him and partially because they make her feel something other than discomfort. she’s upset for him. the look on her face as her feelings make themselves known is slightly pinched. she is good with ignoring things--better maybe than him. she’s better with panic attacks before tests and eating so little she faints. better with her control. she wants a plan of attack that doesn’t involve standing in his doorway clothed in chanel. “can... i just.. can i stay?” she asks the question tentatively like she’s uncertain of her own words. “i don’t know if it’ll fix it but--” she sits her bag down on his table and walks to his bed. “if you want to talk i can...shut up for long enough to make it a little easier.” she gives him a wry smile. “..so.. will you let me..stay?”

she turns the light low-- and opts for candles instead. fills the room with the smell of warmth, vanilla and spice. she knows there’s no answers and she doesn’t attempt to find them, there’s no point in that.. “i know.” she doesn’t smile, for once her face is full of a seriousness she would normally detest. she gets into bed with him and wraps her arms around his frame, nuzzles his neck gently with her nose. “you don’t have to be okay.” she knows she’d signed up for this. for nights full of panic and eventual-- impossible to think about endings. “you are allowed to be terrified. i’ll be terrified with you-- no? that’s the point. i want to be terrified with you.” she kisses his forehead gently and hums an old lullaby against his scalp. “cariño...” she murmurs the affectionate term into his hair. “i’m here.”