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Send me ┼ for my muse's reaction to walking in on your muse 2. Covered in blood syndicatedsinner

Red. It was all she could see, on the floor, on his clothes. Ayako instantly detested the color as she tried to pick him up and drag him inside, after he’d somehow managed to carry himself up to her apartment door. Grunting quietly, she pulled him through the door and down the hall toward the living room area, but stopped once she propped him against the side of the couch. Blood trailed in a slick line the entire way, but that will have to wait till later, she thought to herself. The least she could do was throw a rug down on the carpet in front of the door in the hallway, to keep her neighbors from asking any strange questions. After locking the door, she ran back inside to the kitchen, filled a large bowl with warm water, and carried it back to the living room, dropping to her knees by the injured man. “This is probably going to hurt… if you can hear me, I’m so sorry,” she murmured as she began removing his shirt so she could clean his wounds.

"Who's there?"

"Who’s there?" & syndicatedsinner. 

When she hears his question, there’s a tiny grin etched along lips. The destination of where they were currently was awfully quiet, he didn’t have a clear idea of who it was. Naeun didn’t leave anything behind and she’s there, close by. The distance might seem far. A couple steps away but she isn’t disappearing so suddenly. There’s unfinished business between the pair that never seems to fade away, he’s clutching onto her as if there’s a tiny string connecting the both of them hence is why they always managed to find one another somehow.

Who’s there? Who else could it be? That’s the question that wanted to slide out of her lips but it never did.

Instead, she’s walking silently trying not to create any noise in the process. Soft creaking noises were resting underneath her feet, tongue swiping along her lips when her thumb glides along the soft spot. The building was completely abandoned, she was informed that there was a pair roaming around the area seeking trouble hence is why she arrived before any police did. Always late, typical disappointment.

Her palm was resting along the color of beige that painted the wall, someone’s blood coating her skin and she smears it along the surface carelessly with her knuckles tapping afterwards. Trying to draw him in closer but not too quickly it’s a subtle hint for now, because she’s preparing herself to sneak her way to his backside to grab him unexpectedly.

Naeun understands what the older male is capable of, through moments of silence she was simply observing with her pair of eyes with a keen perspective.

“Have you forgotten me so suddenly?”

Of course he hasn’t.

Naeun moves, making sure she’s hiding somewhere despite there being no light provided in the building. There’s a light ruckus coming from the left and she starts shifting the opposite direction, again her knuckles were tapping on the wall. “Come on, Hyun. You’re getting warmer, I’ve been wanting to say hello to you for a while.”

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[ MSG → Handsome Henchman ] You're more of a savage

[ MSG → Handsome Henchman ] I'm higher up than you because I don't kill people to solve my problems

[ sms > shitface ] When I get back from Beijing , expect to be trained more. [ sms > shitface ] You're still inexperienced. [ sms > shitface ] Try not to complain.

{ &; her behind was placed onto the floor, boxes and wrapping paper were scattered messily across the wooden patterned floor as she continues to finish wrapping the rest of her presents for a tiny handful of people. arms extending out to the device across the table in order to scoop it up and into her hands. laying down in defeat as she continues to read, eyes closing momentarily with a tiny sigh falling out of her lips. }

❝He’s out to kill me soon, I swear.❞

[ ✉ ➝ shithead ] … Yeah. I got it. I won’t complain. I’ll drink it all away instead, no worries.

✖ - coughs -

Send a ‘✖’ if you are intimidated by me. Bonus: Include what happens to be intimidating about me!

I JUST… WAIT WHAT. WHY? Well, my muse is rather intimidating since I play him as an antisocial asshole (that’s a lot of A’s), heh. However, I’m just a scattered brain mun who has been too busy to roleplay as of late. I recall seeing your message over aim, so I’ll bother you there after I catch up on the dash and finish these few replies I got left (multi-tasking is not my greatest forte as I’ve learned the hard way T.T).

"Pipe down, you’re making a scene."

                The wizard just rolled his eyes, “Okay, okay. This is getting so boring, y’know?”

➹ ; ➹

FOR EVERY ➹ I GET, I’LL PUT UP MY MUSE’S CURRENT THOUGHT

➹ - A bath sounds nice. A bath with my boyfriend sounds even better.

➹ - Why does everyone hate doing chores so much? Is it, like, a normal part of human life?

"I don’t know you, but thanks."

"And I can’t say that I recognize you either, but you’re welcome." The cupid bow of Jinah’s lips curved gently as she handed the surprisingly heavy wallet over. She was once again reminded that appearances could truly be immensely deceptive - the leather square was thin, yet it felt to her as if it had the weight of a small rock. From beneath her lashes, she appraised the stranger’s unfamiliar profile with thinly veiled curiosity. She was almost a hundred percent certain that she had never served him before - Jinah greatly prided herself on her memory and in addition, his gaze was extremely unnerving. Had she encountered him previously, she was sure that his eyes would have been inscribed so deeply into the recesses of her mind that she would have recognized him at first glance even in a massive crowd.The part of the club Jinah had chased the stranger to was rather detached from the dance floor's speakers, and she could barely feel the heavy bass of the club's notorious EDM music quaking throughout the building's walls and floors. She mildly registered that his voice was vaguely scratchy. just like her brother's. He smokes, she concluded with an afterthought, and she turned on her heel, fluttering her fingers slightly in a farewell wave."I should probably get back to the bar - be careful not to leave your wallet behind next time. You might not get it back otherwise. Thanks for patronizing Answer tonight."

"Watch your back."

"Watch your back." 

Naeun always kept her guard up purposely, there’s someone seeking her presence more and more as time continues on. She doesn’t leave everyone purposely out of sorrow that’s within her, she can’t be around those who she cherish without someone potentially using them as bait to lure her in closer. Because if someone ripped off the layers of how she presents herself and noticed how she is as a person, they would understand how much she’s willing to try to protect her loved ones. Even if there’s a chance of her dying in the process.

And her hands, the palms that she holds onto anything were coated in blood. The bloodlust taking over who she was momentarily, taking a deep breath to regain composure and there’s someone who’s lingering around the empty darkness that’s barely noticed by many people in town. She snaps again, hand tucked underneath the cotton fabric of her shirt until her slender fingers coiled around the pistol that was hidden for herself to snatch up. Aiming it directly to the area where she heard a footstep approaching her direction. “It’s you.”

She says softly, remaining tight and secure when holding up the weapon. Index finger grazing along the trigger, wanting nothing more than pull the trigger but it’s not on demand. He’s not worth any of her time thus far because she does this out of business not enjoyment of seeing someone die underneath the heel of her feet. They were good friends, he knew her as well and she did with him. Too much happened all together and somehow it ends up falling apart as time continues to tick.

Naeun can see him through the dim light provided, breathing becomes softer than it usually was because she doesn’t want to force herself to keep it in a while longer in order to regain proper composure. She looks fine, never displaying any fear or nervousness. Because she has seen what he is as a person, knows what he’s done and how he does it; but times changed people, whether it’s for the best or worse.

And right now, she’s preparing for the worst.

When she takes a step back, he would step forward. Swallowing the lump in her throat with her teeth grinding across the flesh inside of her cheek. She doesn’t want to hurt him, never had the plan to do so. Other people were her number one target, he should know that well by now.

Upon warning, she doesn’t glance over the shoulder because no one wasn’t there. It was a distraction so he can creep up besides her in order to lock her securely and corrupt her presence like she did to someone he valued. If there’s someone around, Naeun considers him pitiful for bringing back up when no one else was involved in the issue but Hyun. “You make it seem like I’m afraid of you. Or afraid of dying. Don’t you think you’re wasting such precious time by being here?”

"if you don’t shut up, i will personally stab you in the eye with a spork."

➤syndicatedsinner.

"if you don't shut up, i will personally stab you in the eye with a spork."

{ &; and maybe creating conversation with hyun during this time of moment of where he needed a moment of silence for what he’s going to encounter during his time away and out of town. did sungkyung care? of course. right now, she’s constantly rambling on and on, complaints and informing him about what happened when she was continuing on with christmas shopping. so when his palms slam against the surface of the polished desk, her body stiffens up and when he spits out a threat to her direction. her expression falls flat with no amusement hanging across her features, mirroring his exact movements since they were sitting across from one another. no words fell out of sungkyung’s lips, it takes her a good ten seconds to finally think of it. pausing, breathing through her nose and her chest rises and then she speaks sternly. serious and dead to the tone but she’s trying her hardest not to laugh or break into a grin in front of hyun when saying it. }

❝… fight me.❞

ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ : I’ve liked your character from the start, and you play him/her well.

[ /pets yo face; Thank you very much, love! ]

syndicatedsinner: [ X ]

Send "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

This wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten into a cab with a beautiful woman, half intoxicated, half aware as features press into the dip along the females neck ( the crook ); breathing steady as lids remain sunken.  Hyunwoo is far from finding rest and he’s not even close to going home with the woman he’s seemingly cozied up too — she’d just been rather generous, offering to share a cab ride with him as he made his way home. It’d been a suspicious offer at first but it it was a trap and she was leading him somewhere to be ambushed, he had no doubt in his mind that he could still properly defend himself.

As he shifts closer, hands strewn across his lap — under the illusion of sleep — he feels his coat shift as well, falling downwards and revealing flesh ( no doubt marred by the bullet that had grazed a few days before. Hyunwoo had been stubborn in his recovery, refusing to leave the bandage upon his redden flesh for much longer and allowing it to scar despite having another option for it not to do so. He rather liked his scars, proud to have them along the places he did — his back was the only place that remain unmarred, and that was simply because he never allowed his back to face that of his enemies. 

The cool touch of digits brushing ( tracing ) against flesh lulls a soft hum from his lips, goosebumps easily arising in the wake of the females gentle stroke — his body shift again, halting her movements. ” Do you normally touch strangers — ” He questions, a soft upturning of his lips present as he allows lids to open, half mast, obsidian hues locking on the females profile the best they could at the angle he was viewing from, ” — you shouldn’t make it a habit, měilì — ” Hyunwoo shifts once more, features pressing back into the crook of the females neck, making use of the pillow he’d found for the night while he still had it. 

"Just as much as I shouldn’t be making the habit out of using you as a pillow — "

Ayako wasn't exactly keen on the idea of sharing her ride home with someone she didn't know, but as he jumped into the cab after her merely polite offer, she realized she didn't have any choice in the matter. Slowly, she eased herself over as far as she could go so he had enough room to sit comfortably. Still, Ayako could feel him scoot as close to her as possible. His breath smelled with the hint of alcohol, at least in the split second they were eye level. In an instant, it seemed, his nose brushed against her neck and he had buried his face against her, his weight trapping her from moving over any more, not that she could with the door on her opposite side.

               "Excuse me-----"

She didn't know what to say, what anyone would say in that momentary situation, but she almost found it endearing, the way he had wrapped himself around her. Humming softly, she murmured her address to the driver before looking down at the man leaning against her. Without thinking, Ayako lifted her hand and brushed her fingertips along his arm, wondering if he had passed out and silently praying he wasn't drunk enough to vomit all over her. As the tips of her fingers traced down along the jacket, he suddenly pushed closer and she jerked away, afraid she'd woken him or disturbed him somehow.

After a few paralyzed seconds, Ayako noticed his movement had only disheveled his appearance more, so she started to readjust his coat, trying to keep him covered in the off chance he got cold. The bright red tint on his skin beneath the fabric caught her attention, and instead of lifting his coat higher, she  touched her index to the raised wound, her eyes narrowed  while she studied the round shape. She was so lost in her own curiosity, she didn't notice the change in his demeanor until he spoke, his voice making her gasp and flinch away yet again,  this time with mixed fear and embarrassment.

               "I'm sorry, I---"

When he continued, Ayako felt her cheeks burn and bit her lip as she held her breath. They were nearing her stop, the cab rounded the corner only a block away from her apartment with a soft screeching sound from the tires. The motion only shoved her closer to him, her hand going back to where she saw the scar. She felt it beneath her palm. Swallowing thickly, Ayako dropped her hand to her lap with the other and turned her head to face forward. 

               "We're almost to my apartment.                                     Do you.... need help with that?"

"Watch where you’re going."

Iyuko wasn't paying attention because it was so cold out she wanted to rush home to warm up. She was stopped as she hit something solid and yet warm. She looked up with frightened eyes. "I-I'm sorry sir....I was just in a rush to get home." She nipped her lip "Are you okay?...you aren't hurt?" 

{ syndicatedsinner }

ALL OF THEM >B(

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text 

[ sms: scar ] These thoughts in my mind won’t fade away, I should be sleeping but it’s bothering me. I don’t know what to d..

[ sms: scar ] B| I should go to sleep, mhm nvm, phone dropped on my face.

Send ✘ for an unsent text  

[ sms: scar // msg failed! ] YOU. WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO BE PICKED UP RIGHT NOW. MY CAR BROKE DOWN.

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ sms: scar ] You come into my face, testing my patience once more and I won’t hesitate to kill another one of your friends. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten so soon, darling, right? 

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ sms: scar ] I know we had our differences in the past but I’m really thankful for you. You’re like the mango to my strawberRY HAHAH. that sounds so lame, I’m sorry. You're like an older brother who gets under my skin but I love it.

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ sms: scar ] u r a cut iE

[ sms: scar ] wit a bootie.

[ sms: scar ] my n ame is on ur bu tt and i can hear it calling out to mE. (~;

"Did you get that email I sent you last night?"

➤syndicatedsinner. 

"Did you get that email I sent you last night?" 

{ &; when he usually asks a question, she usually can provide an answer with no pauses or hesitant halt to come in between them. this moment, she finds herself purposely skimming through her e-mails because she slept most of her day away. tobacco lingering against the oversized t-shirt she wore around her skinny frame and her legs were tangled into the sheets. brows were furrowing into the center, wondering if she even received it. he’s on speaker and she’s hoping that her voice doesn’t echo throughout this call so her last minute ministrations weren’t visible.}

❝Well, ya’ see...❞

{ &; and the amount of fucks sliding out breathlessly, barely being audible for hyun to hear for himself comes out of her mouth. teeth slightly gritting with lack of patience coming soon afterwards. then again, she just woke up not too long ago and already there’s a small headache coming to her head when she continues to try and find what he brought up not too long ago. silently, hayoung’s reading through it carefully. words combined into sentences, sharp and vivid details and there’s a sigh of relief coming out of her lips. nothing more than an invitation to tag along with him, nothing less to it. }

❝Yeah, I got it. No worries.❞