"You lied to me!"

Starter Sentences

She diverted her eyes to the floor, a faint pout on her lips, “I really didn’t mean to... I honestly thought that I would have tomorrow night off but my producer said that I need to work.”

[ cestellar ]

Since coming to Earth, one of the biggest transitions Lusine had to make was in terms of food. Staples on Balah existed here but in forms that were only vaguely reminiscent and not always considered edible by human standards. In order to broaden her horizons, the redhead tried to branch out and not eat the same foods over and over. When her boss suggested she go to the seafood market and pick up something for dinner, she was actually rather intrigued. 

The, usually refreshing, smell of the ocean was overwhelming and nearly suffocating in this place. Stalls were crammed together, and their wares were in various stages of, well, alive waiting to be bought up. Still, despite the odor, it was fascinating to see all the different creatures, most of them for the first time. The woman fluttered around, peering into tanks and asking what were probably really silly sounding questions more likely to come from a child.

“Uwahh~” her dark eyes widened to the size of saucers at a specimen that actually looked familiar. The sign read “gaebul” and the vendor was an older man who seemed rather surprised by her sudden interest in his product. He offered to cut her up a sample, and who was she to refuse? Grinning, she bounced excitedly in place and clapped her hands together as she thanked him brightly in sing-song. Maybe Earth food wasn’t all foreign, after all!

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"Are you following me?"

     [/the consulting detective just looked at the unknown woman in disbelief. did she really think he was following her just because he was walking in the same direction she was?;] I can assure you that I am not. Coincidentially, we just so happen to be walking the same way--

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"Why are you hugging me?"

She fell as hard as he had, but what was she? Did she fall like a shooting star just like himself, left to drown in a lake of misery? Or did she fall with much more grace? He’s assuming things because maybe she didn’t fall at all, maybe she came here on purpose. There’s no denying the aura he gets from her and he knows – he just knows – that she’s not human. She stands on a pedestal higher than any other human, closer to his home than anyone on Earth could ever be. These human could easily touch the heavens if only they bowed their head, sang their hymns, and sacrificed meat on Fridays with utmost faith. They’d be closer to God than he could ever be in his prayers, but there was no such thing as faith anymore. It was a lie, a myth, something that flickers in the mortal’s heads but not for long enough to set a fire ablaze.

This one, she’s different. She doesn’t need faith because she feels like stars, constellations, and his arms are around her shoulders before she can do anything to stop him. He doesn’t like the way his shirt wrinkles after being ironed with such difficulties, but she’s as close to home as he’ll get. He doesn’t know her. She doesn’t know him. He could easily be slapped for his actions, but he’s been there, done that. Human don’t like physical affection (at least not his), but he will never understand why when they brush their lips against certain individuals but push others away. He won’t ever understand the human race nor their ways, which is why he sees nothing wrong in the way his fingers wrap around her frame. His head is buried in the crook of her neck and he’s nothing but a pathetic excuse for a pile of bones strewn so beautifully together with galaxies in his veins.

“Because,” He has so many different languages at his disposal that he doesn't know which to wield in this moment. So he doesn't clarify at all. Don’t humans often do this too? Repress their emotions until the very last minute when they’re forced to speak? He could be human if he wanted to, so he only repeats the word one more time. “Because.”

“This will end in blood.”

                       ❝ That’s actually… a really grim thought. ❞ he had to admit.

For whatever reason, Kikwang couldn’t shake off that awful feeling causing knots in his stomach. It wasn’t because he was squeamish of blood or anything. No, that wasn’t it. The twenty-four year old can handle the mere thought and ghastly sight of it due to the nature of his basic training with the National Intelligence Service. However, just because he can tolerate the idea, it does not necessarily mean that he has to like it.

"You make me so angry.”

          ❝Well then, pardon me for trying            to put the books back in the right            order when it's obvious that you're            the one who keeps making a mess!❞