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“Especially if you value your insignificant life.”

                ❝ JESUS. ❞ Her meager wisecrack was not taken with an identical sense of humor in any way, shape or form. In fact, he appeared to be exceedingly offended by her poor quip. ❝ You know, most people would take that as a compliment. Have you seen how big a tube sock is? ❞ She made an attempt to save herself by suggesting something clever, but taken by his choice of action and the low levels of merriment, an overwhelming sense of doubt enveloped her better judgement. Tossing back the remains of her vodka and soda mix, she turned in her stool to fully face him, a brow quirking at the mention of parents, followed by a set of hushed chuckles.

❝ The only thing my parents ever taught me was how to properly take a shot of tequila and to keep a brick handy when you're trying to break into a vacant house cause the homeless shelters are full. ❞ A mocking scoff resonated past her lips before she took a drag from the cigarette that spent more time sitting between lithe fingers than searing her lungs. Each drag alieviated her, shoulders no longer sitting so high and posture slowly declining back into that bend over the counter top. Only then did she let her gaze wander back, practically catching daggers in her sockets with how sharp his stare was; relative to the blade he had in hand. Fingertips drummed at an uneven rhythm against the wooden surface, patience running thinner while he loomed closer, causing her body to crane further away on it's own.

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his hand stills for a moment in mid air once the question is raised — a question that has nothing to do with their small talk and he knows it’s probably for to see what kind of reaction that other is able to coax out of him. with a hum he proceeds to reach for his cup, taking a small sip to savor the flavor, then another; taking his time. a minute or so passes by by the time his gaze settles on the man’s face sitting across from him and he tilts his head curiously. ❝i don’t own a gun… but from your question i assume you have shot someone in the eyeball before. is it… satisfying?❞one would say he’s being sarcastic, but he’s genuinely curious. he also wonders how did he end up with said man in the back of his shop sipping some chinese herbal tea from the only tea set he owns.

「 † 」 —                     The breeze creeping through the dainty surface of a porcelain facade howls by the crevices of sculpted ears as slender rows of fingers coil by the depths of his pockets, limbs enveloped by the warmth of a black fabric up to the enclosure of his neck, peace disturbed through a set of words that slip into the depths of his brain in the shape of a melody, an inquiring melody that is quick to draw the umbra of the maniacal over the shape of thin lines of roses. “Can you kill a man with your hands?” It matters little the set of misadventures that lead to such question for it is seen as simply amusing before the mirror of blood irises piercing through the female’s skull.

                   “Well, but of course I can, mademoiselle.” It is identical to questioning if a monkey would like a banana, at least on the terms of a beast fed by the liquid carving through one’s tree of veins underneath a set of layers. Work, that is what allows Baekhyun to crush a creature’s skull by the very palm of his hands, rip a head off, dig for a heart into the safety of frail ribcages. Death, oh, how beautiful it can be when painted by the brushes of rough finger pads.

                    Each pace leads the male to wander along the pavement path in between the greenery of an extensive park, abandoning the figure of the latter in its place as words slip past the fissure of his lips only to be taken away into the rushing wind. “I have done it before, several times. And I must say it is amusing how fragile the human body can be.” There is no shame in what he does – after all, an undead of such deranged mind cannot be bothered.

@muertevsource: the last of us inspired sentence startersstatus: accepting

in one way or another, everyone’s job sucked, whether they had to clean after nasty teens that left their empty chip bags on the street or they had to sell drugs (there, yixing had his doubts). someone that sold drugs or did something so dangerous wouldn’t be as stupid as to confess it, to out themselves to someone. lips smack in indignation in that moment, he gives the other male a look of disbelief and disappointment -- drugs, really? they, for yixing, were like a suicide note.

It’s lying that he hates most. He hates it when people lie to him for the benefit of the many, he hates when it he’s being lied to by the people whom he trusts the most and of course, lying manifests on relationship, trust, communication and respect. Leo, most of the time, despite it being brutal, he does his best in being blunt. 

This time, though, it’s inevitable. As he couldn’t seem to stop himself from focusing on something that he ought to have as a distraction than something else. The rose petals over his palm were enough to make him remember the same color of his mother’s blood in the accident that prevailed a few years ago that provoked the agony inside him, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from wanting to take brutal revenge but he knew better than to be controlled by his anger, so instead, he lied than to do anything else. “You should shut the fuck up when you’re not asked about your opinion.”

Fallen has been the dreadful end of the petals that are now on the ground by his foot. His crutch under his arm, leaning by the side as he slowly walks ahead of the elder male whom, for once, spoke something that rose the anger inside of him again. As much as he hates being lied, he hates lying, and he hates lying on the people that shouldn’t really put their noses on people’s businesses, especially his. “Whatever that man did to me, whatever he did on my family, it’s my concern and not yours. He may have had the last word, but I won’t be the one who’ll have my last breath the minute I pull a trigger over his head.” It’s obviously an exaggeration of what he might do, he won’t let blood spill in his clothes nor on his hands but rather--he would let justice take its course.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: ahhh!!! he’s so well thought through, && ah reading their threads are so cool!!! i may not know a lot about the muse tbh, but i know they put a lot of work into their muse, && i love it sm!!! ah, there’s nothing better than a muse with so much thought && work put into them!!!How they play them: beautifully!!! ah i love how they write && reading their threads && ahhhh!!! like i said before, you can tell they put work into their muse!!!The Mun: i actually haven’t talked to the mun at all???? which is a miracle for them because i swear i get hype for the smallest things!!! ah, but i do hope to talk to them one day ahh!!! i would love to!!

Do I:

RP with them: ah no bUT I WANT TO OKAY I REALLY DO OKAY!!! AH I WOULD LVOE TO LET ME GIVE YOU MY HEART OKAY I’LL GET SO HYPE PLS!!Want to RP with them: c ough did i answer it too early??? i think i did??? :’)))

What is my;

Overall Opinion: ADSJDBSAJUDFHGF OMFG OKAYTDJSA i swear one day i’ll work up to courage to actually talk to them but ahh!! they’re so quality!!!