Finally resolving to press call on her phone, she had waited for the male to answer. It was fairly an unreasonable time for her to call but she didn’t know anyone else who could help her right now. “Hyun! God, I’m sorry for calling you this early but could you please help me out? I really need it.”

house of cards sentence starters || accepting 

it’s a saturday night and his bones ache from the days prior, but the smirk on his lips and glint in his eyes betray the heaviness of his leather clad limbs. it’s all part of the job: the appeal. he’s not used to the intermittent silence, a huge contrast from the pounding bass that he’s accustomed to, previous jobs at numerous clubs giving him far more experience in dealing with the throbbing in his temples than he needs. he supposes he’s grateful.

classy and elegant, the new bar he’s working at is filled with people that probably earn more than he ever will from serving up drinks ( ten dollars an hour doesn’t put food on the table, cheques stained with blood do, however ). and he should probably be chided for chatting up the ladies that now swarm the counter, they are twice his age, if not more, but extra cash is still cash and they tip heavily. he’s in the midst of this when the whispering erupts, hushed words thrown around, mouths covered while eyes dart, heads turn. whatever— or whoever it is must be a big deal, judging from the way they start to disperse despite the almost unyielding way they draped themselves across the counter mere seconds ago. and that’s why it’s with curious eyes that he regards the male before him, eyes lined with kohl, lips curved playfully, a slight tint to it, clothes that hug all his curves right. so this is what they’ve been whispering about.

Annoyance - It wasn’t the first time he’d felt such an emotion, but he knew it wouldn’t be his last. He hated teaching rookies the ropes. He hated watching them try, and fail, and he hated when a job wasn’t done right because someone new didn’t know what they were doing. This time it was especially prevalent, because the other guys, or in this case, woman’s, mistake left a hole in his right shoulder, just below the collarbone. He’d just fished out the bullet, and as he was spilling some alcoholic beverage on it to disinfect, someone had approached him. He figured he shouldn’t have done this outside, a few blocks from where it happened, but it was late in the night, and he didn’t think anyone would actually be around to witness him. Obviously, he was wrong. So he stood there, in his annoyance with a sour face, trying to explain to the shorter male that it had just been an accident. He didn’t seem to buy it. 

Baekhyun is sitting on the single chair he has outside on his small balcony with a book in hand, enjoying the cool breeze of midday that contrasts with the sun that shines down on his skin. He’s thankful that the weather is finally changing, having been tired of the constant heat that made him a bit too warm for his liking to step outside for too long. He is usually someone who is cold all the time, but the summer heat is still too much for him. He likes being warm, not sweating. Now is the perfect weather to be outside, and it appears he’s not the only one with the thought.

     Sudden background noise filters through his ears that sounds closer than the streets below him and he looks up from where he’s finishing up the last line on a page to find the source of noise that drew him out of the small bubble he was enclosed in. Baekhyun’s eyes settle on a woman that is two balconies down from him, and his gaze is quick to grow into one of amusement at the sight  he’s provided with. “A laundry line. Really?” Baekhyun calls out loud enough for the girl to hear him, a laugh bubbling up in his throat as he dog-ears the corner of his book before closing it. She was actually creating her own personal laundry line on the balcony.Considering the amount of dryers in their apartment complex, it’s amusing too find someone drying laundry like this. “You really don’t want to pay to use the dryer that much, huh?” 

Things have been lonely in the past month and days were spent cleaning on the apartment, and organizing her stuff over and over, just to cope. Free times were spent filling her wall with taped sketches and speedily-done paintings, and her room was almost turning into a big mosaic of them. One thought led her to another, and the next thing she knew, she was setting up a clothesline. Extra purposes, she thought, for when she needs to let some washed things dry, and another to give some more paintings the space air-dry out. 

❝I’m like oxygen. I’m everywhere.❞

ronan’s eyes rise from the floor at the sound of the male’s voice, featrues evolving into ones showing amusement and curiosity so qithout much of a further word, he takes a few steps closer, taking advantage of the evident height difference to hover over him like a raven does over its prey, smile wide, white and deathly. his index finger rises, brushes against his cheekbone, jawline, chin. his eyes are dark like a deep december night, just as cold, and he still hasn’t said a word. until.

» 7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

Lust: Something that I find attractive.

❝ Intelligence is something I find really attractive. ❞

Pride: Something that I like about myself.

❝ I like the knowledge I have about my jewels. ❞

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.