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                    Non-Fandom Original Character. Single ship and Single                     verse. Mun has 2+ years of RP experience; both years                     spent on tumblr. Blog will contain some biblical themes                     and triggering content ( violence, gore horror, etc ) due to                     the muse, but it will always be tagged. Friendly to OCs,                     Canons and self inserts. Previously hantaxkari.

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                    Non-Fandom Original Character. Single ship and Single                     verse. Mun has 2+ years of RP experience; both years                     spent on tumblr. Blog will contain some biblical themes                     and triggering content ( violence, gore horror, etc ) due to                     the muse, but it will always be tagged. Friendly to OCs,                     Canons and self inserts. Previously hantaxkari.

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         «☣» It always hit at unexpected moments, the mixed feeling of anger and              sadness. Anger over being left alone, over being ignored by the man that sired             him. The sadness from the loss he suffered three years ago. It was times like             these he did a lot of thinking, weighing the pros and cons of his situation, and             most of the time he found more negatives than positives.

            It was hard to find a place to think, but usually he found docks to be the best              area when he didn’t want to visit his mom’s grave. The half breed sat crouched             over the edge of the water, toes curled around the end of the dock, his torso             hunched over his knees, with arms wrapped around his legs. Crimson gaze stared             blankly down at the reflection in the cool liquid, mind racing though he remained             silent for minutes upon minutes.

            A single hand reached out, gently gliding his fingers through the water, distorting             the image that reflected back at him,”I wonder what it’d be like to just…" The             hand in the water clenched into a fist, before suddenly splaying upon,”Let go."              To let the demon in him win. 

       ”What the hell am I doing here…" The words were muttered under his breath irritation clear in his tone. His roommate decided he needed to get out more, so to make that happen Asher was locked out of his own fucking house with a note on the door with some club recommendations, hell Nick even got him a fake I.D. for this whole thing.

       A heavy sigh passed over his lips, chin resting in one hand while the other swirled a glass of coke in a small circle. Honestly, he’s killing the hunter when he gets home, all Asher needed to do was hold out just a tad bit longer; two hours at most.

        Picking himself up, the dancer frowned. “I’m sorry.” This club was not a         very popular one, but one that he was used to going—it was owned by         one of his, er, friends. Normally he’d be able to practice dancing here         without being disturbed or without disturbing anyone, but today was          different. “I didn’t mean to be in the way, are you okay?” The dancer         asked concerned for the other’s well being. Hyun Ki would be very         upset if he caused the other to get injured.

         A faint sigh passed over his lips; even small places had klutzes it seemed, really it shouldn't come as a surprise but at least the other had some talent and he wasn't doing the tasteless grinding he's found to be rather common. A hand rose to tousle dirty blond locks, his brief bought of irritation already passing,"Yeah, 'm fine." As he spoke the half-breed rose to his feet neck craning to crack it,"Just pay better attention to your surroundings," { Asher, you should follow your own advice considering you're the own who tripped over someone and it wasn't the other way around. }

                  Music played loudly as the dancer followed the beat                   gliding and spinning while following the rhythm. One                   two, one, one, two, three. He didn’t stop, swaying from                   one side to the other. As the song ended the dancer                   found himself falling to the ground and smiling. Sweat                   dripping from his hair line and into his eyes.

             He couldn't believe he was talked into going to some fucking club again, but at least there was one thing he could do here that would relax him a bit and that  would be following the beat of music as it echoed and sounded through out the room { It was something he could actually tolerate too, so that's a plus } A foot shifted to the right, and he slid in a smooth motion, at least it would've been if he didn't trip over someone. Crimson gaze flickered over to the other in a harsh glare,"Be careful, would ya?"

             you have the guts to call { me }—-…                                                                                  …—-WEAK?

                        Everything  is my                         f     a     u      l      t                         I’ll   take   all   the                         b     l     a     m    e

Mentally torture my character. The one who can break them first wins.

「 王への忠誠 」 ; Topaz optics darted around, as if searching for something. He hated places like these, they brought back memories that were better left not remembered. His elbow propped on the table before him and he rested his chin in his hand. The Rabbit didn’t recall why he allowed himself to be dragged here out of all the places to begin with. His own fault, he assumed. His head tilted a fraction when he heard someone speak. Unknowingly, Ryoichi muttered a response under his breath.                          ”Same.”

           Crimson gaze flickered over in the direction he heard a response from. When he spoke he wasn't looking for conversation, but lo and behold someone actually replied to him. Gross. A click of his tongue was made before his glass was raised to his lips so he could take a single sip. Ah, oh well, he might as well try to get some social interaction in while he's out,"What, someone force you here too?" With his response it was only a logical conclusion after all. 

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