#lighthousehan

After days, months, years behind bars, and freedom being a new but familiar taste, Geunseong was adapting back into society. He was watching people, studying their mannerisms, the sociopathic tendencies inside of him learning how to be with people, how to put on a facade so that he too could interact with people as he once did.

He’d watched the interaction between the male and his date, it’s nothing something he wanted for himself but apparently this stuff made people happy or so he’d heard. Stuff like that was what people wrote love songs and cliche romance novels about, but when his date left, he turned cold. Distant. As if it had all been a charade at his date’s whim. 

“Ain’t this that type of thing people write poetry about?” He asks with a small snort. “Dates usually make people happy right?”

Not that he knew, even when he was on the outside of that 6 by 8 cell he never took girls out on dates, sure he took girls home but never would he take them out. He didn’t treat any girl as if they were anything special, discarding her feelings as if they were trash to him, and it would be the same now as it was all them years ago. 

“not too long, really.” he started off with a serious tone, playfully shrugging his shoulders to help wake the other up a bit more. “i mean it’s only 2045. sadly, there are still no flying cars. so you didn’t exactly miss much.” terry couldn’t help the semi-permanent lilt in his voice that caused everything he said to sound like a joke. which they are, anyway. 80% of the time.

terry didn’t want to wake him up, opted to just leave the other male lying on the couch after another chapter of his book. although, he also told himself that three chapters ago. he’d feel bad if he woke han up even by accident. “just a little bit of drooling,” he teased, offering him a rather crooked smile. “but you did kind of mumble. something about throwing a body into the ocean. didn’t know you were keeping such dark secrets, han.” 

he reached out slightly, patted down the other’s hair. there were no awkward tufts. terry was more worried that his shoulder wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep on. oh, and also the possibility of a stiff neck. “haven’t gotten much sleep last night?”

    “Oh boy, you have it so easy,” Han sighed and suppressed a playful smile that was threatened to spread on his lips. “You call that a problem? I deal with that and the worst case of bedhead ever. Now who’s the real victim here?”

    He knew Hunter’s actual issues were hardly related to symmetrical guyliner. Han and him were not close enough to actually address the underlying worries - hence the playful banter about who struggled with the biggest first world problems - but Han had learned to detect people with secrets and burdened minds. Maybe it was due to his observant nature, or perhaps a heavy heart could detect another.

    “If it makes you feel better, I think your eyeliner looks really good today,” Han added and laughed. “It’s probably a good omen. Like Astrology but instead of planets it’s based on make up.”

⸢  †  ⸥          the free-spirited raillery that ensues  by induction of hunter’s comment is eagerly welcomed,  the designer allowing the pearly expanse of teeth and gums to show through the spreading of smiling lips.  of course the worst of his issues are not defined by the application of  eyeliner  -  but if yeo hunter could be described in a single word without fail,  it would most nearly be  dramatic,  or a stronger synonym.  ❛  you  have the worst case ‘a  bedhead, huh ?  that’s a mighty strong claim,  there. i’mma need some credible  evidence  before i can believe it.  ❜  smooth features have contorted and compacted into the essence of a smiling countenance,  while otherwise nonexistent wrinkles and creases forming beneath his eyes. how fortunate he is.  he really needs to  smile  today. 

                 locked away are these secrets, confined to the steel cage beneath his chest as he suffers silently with the  actual  headliner to his struggles  -  for today,  at least. he does a damn good job of hiding it,  but hunter is almost always trying to balance some unfortunate tragedy atop his head while the rest of his responsibilities fill his arms and whatever baggage he’s carrying on his person.  as skillful as he’s come to be in regard to the art of  deception,  his eyes never lie.  the oculi are like a gold vault  -  not only by way of color,  but in value, and weight.  nevertheless,  ignorance of any kind can equate to some kind of bliss  -  even if it only lasts for a moment.  that is why he can smile through this,  as han’s words loosen the shackles around his soul.  

                 ❛  ya’no ... that does make me feel better.  thanks,  han.   ❜

Throwing a party was a rarity coming from Leon, but deciding on it last minute with a friend of his, he couldn’t resist. He would’ve been forced into it anyways, if he had said no, so he just went along with it and by morning, everyone had been laid flat in the streets, some hanging from rooftops and lastly, the ones who are still up and awake, getting their thang on. Loud noises from every direction to the mornings being silent, just the way Leon liked them.

Laid on the floor, garbage all around him along with some being stuck to places on his body he couldn’t reach. A groggy yawn escaped his lips, a pounding so loud you could almost hear it in his head -- “W-what...”His voice was raspy and dry from all the alcohol he chugged down. The remains, laid broken beside him. Thank god he noticed them or he would’ve been bloody for a reason that wasn’t killing, for once. 

tagged by: @lighthousehan

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Your element is EARTH

from here // status: always accepting !!

@lighthousehan​

My muse(s): terrence yoon

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Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

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Avec Moi Character Meme - Accepting

🎢 - Name your muse’s number one kink.

Humiliation, whether giving or receiving.  Junseo loves watching people squirm and turn red, the way they’re ashamed but it’s easy to see how bad they want it.  And he doesn’t mind being made to squirm either some days.  Verbal humiliation is his main sweet spot within that umbrella of various things, and he likes to get others involved in watching the humiliation, too.  Anything shameful or embarrassing sends a thrill up his spine.

🔪- Name your muse’s number one squick.

❦—-   @lighthousehan​

            ✦ —- Lost in a world she did not belong, away from everything she ended up in the one place where all strange creatures tend to end up, the carnival. Her own little carriage, which mirrors covering all the walls that is where she now lived. Travelling around trying to find her way home while she gave fortune to young man and desperate girls. Those who asked about their love lives, if they would get a fortune. Bath in love and riches that is what they all wanted. If she told them the truth she would not get paid, if only they knew the truth. What the future would really hold.              It was one of those days, she was bored out of her mind. Her iron nails tapping her cheek while leaning on the table staring at the many mirrors covering every corner and wall of her small carriage. They reminded her of the witch mirrors back home. Everything reminded her off home.