#pclycrystals

Reckoning death with @pclycrystals

Seoul city, a beautiful backdrop to most, but to Taehyung-- a man who knows about the bloody underbelly of most of its inhabitants (more so the dead variety than the living) it’s a like a maze. It’s a labyrinth lawhere the end holds his life’s obsession rather than a freedom. 

It’s somebody who’s bodies (or what’s left of them) have been on his slab in the Seoul City morgue more often than not and he’s finally got his fingers just in reach of them. 

Or so he hopes. 

He has to skirt around a little bit. The ghoul world into too kind to his normal human and he isn’t quite ready to die yet. Yet. 

“Um...” Just a lone soul-- no one else in the back alley way, just him and a girl. Could it be? Taehyung clutches the files he’s holding tightly and takes a deep breath. This might be it. 

This might be what he’s been waiting possibly his whole life for. 

“You-- are you the one who makes the vases? And the... roses?” 

@pclycrystals

[ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] i cant sleeeeeep [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] u awake? [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] :///// [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] i miss you cmon [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] oi [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] FINE [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] ill be seeing you tmr [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] hmph

arabella was a sweet girl. she got along with anyone in the other houses, unlike a few of her peers in their prideful house. being in slytherin was something worthy, but so was being able to attend hogwarts. she never found it necessary to look down on the other houses, especially Gryffindor. those who walked proudly with red stripes on their tie, adorning the lion patch on their cloak, were foils to the ones who wore green ties with a snake on their cloak. 

not to mention she had a few friends in the other house. mentioning of friend, her eyes lit up as she noticed hayley walking down the halls. “morning to you!” arabella grinned, waving.

A sticky situation for @pclycrystals

“Fucking-- damn... oh.” Fences shouldn’t be nearly this hard to climb. 

But then again, it would probably help if it wasn’t the middle of the night and she was trying to navigate a nearly pitch black downtown Seoul. Serves her right for not paying attention to the time of day. 

She could hear them just down and around the corner-- which meant she needed to get somewhere to hide and fast. 

“Fucking undead shits.” Her mother always said she was too pretty to have such a foul mouth-- then again, her mother was probably dead so what did it matter now? 

The building was a cold silent-- there was nothing inside (if the way she had to scale the windowsills to get in through the second floor was any indication. Sana could never thank her parents enough for those gymnastic classes. 

Baseball bad clutched tightly in small hands, her steps made no sound as she cautiously and slowly moved through the shops of the center. 

It wasn’t where she would prefer to stay but she was alone and inside for the night-- or perhaps, not so alone. 

Sleeping bodies (or dead ones for that matter) were brought to her attention the moment she rounded the corner-- only to have her scurrying back and peeking carefully. 

“Wha...” Not dead, breathing-- so human... she hoped. “Wait...” A familiar human. “Seungcheol?” 

a starter for @pclycrystals

yewon’s run on ‘we got married’ was still in the early stages when she had a chance to meet up with elkie. she liked to think that the two were close, but sometimes, it was difficult for her to really figure it out. one moment, she would think that they were making good progress in their friendship and the next, she would say something stupid that would cause a reaction from the other that would make her feel like all of that progress had backtracked. then again, she had always been very sensitive to these things and perhaps the other didn’t feel that way.

a look into the inbox: accepting!

texts that weren’t sent for kim sejeong 

for a drunk text ➝ accepting!