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OH AND BY THE KINGS SIDE he swore to stay , beaming of silver with eyes filled with sky light. for he was one to smile & laugh bringing much glee. a caretaker , a friend. one that the king could be seen trusting the most. he fought with strength and fire blazing from barell , making himself worth the kings time. but inside he was dark , a shell of who he wanted to be. for he was not one of them …. as much as he tried to be. FIGHT LITTLE GUNMAN , FIGHT! ( INDEPENDENT PROMPTO ARGENTUM. ).
› › › IN REPLY TO THIS.
WHAT A WASTE , of time and effort. countless months , years working on protecting to be a DEFENDER only to fall apart at the last second. a job well done ; the corrupted collected ( and yet lives were still lost. ). backfire and casualties. he vanished soon after that. INFORMATION OF HIM AND HIS BROTHER LEAKED INTO MEDIA , leaving him to fend. he had to focus on SAERAN after the fall of Mint Eye ---- after everything fell apart , the walls came crashing down. BUT HE KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN. change your voice , your hair , your name -------- GET OUT OF TOWN. leave behind the friends , leave behind the love. how fucked up was his life that he was use to it? strands of black curled where strands of red velvet once hung , clinging to skin along with the droplets of rain.
a tightened jaw and swallow as he watched from the sidelines. THE ONE HE LEFT BROKEN , RUINING HIMSELF FURTHER. curse the gods for starting it all. making perfect artwork and raking a blade across the beautiful slaps of paint and ruin. fingertips drummed the wheel of car before his gaze shifted , contacts burning his eyes. index and thumb rubbing , pressing to close eyelids before gaze finally snapped to target. his chest feeling it needed to collapse. he left baby locking doors behind him before bringing hood over features. a knock of shoulder to shoulder and a hiss. ( fall out , items dropped and scattered. ).
what was he doing with his life? DESTRUCTION. just as Luciel was doing.
❛ my bad man------ ❜ eyes met with eyes , eyes he fell in love with , eyes that laid him to bed. BEFORE JEALOUSY AND HATE TORE APART. he swiped away drugs and keycard , along with phone switching out the memory before the boy finally glared at him. NOT REALIZING WHAT HE LOST WAS RIGHT THERE. ❛ here you go --- god bless. ❜ a pat to shoulder and he left him behind again. ( THIS WAS TWO WEEKS AGO. ).
now the hacker sat outside apartment and fingers twirled around keys. hand digging into a bag of chips and pulling out a few to munch. golden eyes scanning before he finally looked over to laptop bringing up phone number. fingers quickly tapping against keys. say what you need to , no more -- no less. how fucked was his life that he was use to this? A MISTAKE IN GOD'S BOOK. a sinner and life ruiner in Saeran`s. ( what was he to Jiwook? ). an asshole that abandoned him like everyone else? of course he watched the frustration , the pain. the tossing the turning --- the fights , the chaos. BUT JIWOOK WAS NOT HIS TO FIX. if Seven had learned anything it was you had to love yourself in order to fix the broken pieces.
a heavy exhale of breath and a forced smile. wasn't it better when the heroine got the better deal? SEVEN WASN'T THE BETTER. technically he wasn't anything. no records , no proof. a boy who was abused and a boy who was used. a bank account , a hacker. a nobody. ------------------ and that's exactly how he was going to stay.
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RIKA:
anticipation dwells heavily onto her lime green orbs, her slender fingers MINDLESSLY TAPPING against her ivory wooden table. the curious sound of halfhearted beats reaches her keen ears, a yawn ultimately following rika’s belated response of sheer boredom. SHE COULDN’T BE LATE now. after all she practically spent the entire day planning for tomorrow’s commemoration. to the child who ultimately became a major part of their lives— the riddle god had selflessly granted her as an inspiration to help others in his HOLY NAME. sweet luciel, the very fist person who, ASIDE FROM V, validated her own existence by simply being born. in the end, to his eyes, she and v was HIS SAVIOR; but in her eyes: luciel was HOPE.
reaching towards her mobile device, her idle motion quickly seize and her gaze is greeted by the R.F.A.’s personalize app. all it took was a couple of seconds, until the familiar sound of mass pinging and hearing luciel’s boisterous voice for every word read, infiltrates her thoughts. a gentle smile PAINTS the brim of her lips as she felt his optimistic enigma engulf her from the transparent screen. HONESTLY, TO THINK THAT HE WOULD BE THE ONE SCOLDING HER— made her eyes nearly roll in contempt. obviously kidding, of course.
✧ RIKA✧ : What can I say, with a teacher like you, I’ve been enlightened. ✧ RIKA✧ : All that’s left for me is waking up in odd hours and munching on junk food~ ✧ RIKA✧ : Of course, if I get in trouble I am going to tell V on you. ^^
maybe he should be RESTING , his work was finished after all. spending the entire week for a client that enjoyed calling for his help personally. he missed when he had days to lay back and stare up at the sky. but those days were also so full of FEAR. the ringing sound of faith and hope echoing through the halls and bouncing off of wood ringing such sweet tunes in his ear. stares of worry at a scratch across his cheek or a bruise because of beat. ALL EYES IGNORED HIM. but Rika and V reached out and without hesitation wiped the pain away.
fingers curling around a broken battered soul stitched by THREADS OF GOLD mended together by the hope that God would save him. but no , he sent two angels to do it instead. Luciel was so pleased , he knew Saeran would get saved as well that he was. THAT WAS THE PROMISE. their mother could not beat with chains and their father could not twist their necks. they had a new chance of l i f e.
THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD NEVER HAVING TO WALK IN DARKNESS. A LIFE OF LIGHT
a smile spread, pulling at the corners of his lips despite the collection of toothpaste suds. he lowered his head into the sink and spat before bringing a hand full of water swishing and finishing the cleanse. towel draped over his shoulder, corner being brought up to wipe at corners before he turned to look towards the sound of another BING! collecting the device and plopping down on couch legs extended to rest across the table before the fox finally grinned. was happiness something he was truly being allowed. he was so hopeful.
[ 707 ] › › › BLAMING ME? the almighty Seven-Zero-Seven?! [ 707 ] › › › the one who can do no wrong??? I'm so hurt. [ 707 ] › › › lololol joke over ~ but really what are you doing awake? [ 707 ] › › › you didn't watch a scary movie and can't sleep now did you?
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#remember when none of us knew how to style our hair.#ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᶰᵃʳᶜᶦˢˢᶦˢᵗ ⋅ ʀʏᴜ ʜʏᴜɴ#ᶫᵃʷ ˢᵃʸˢ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁰⁰ ᵗᵒ ²⁴ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ﹖ ⋅ ʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜᴍɪɴ#ᶜʰᵒᶜᵒᶫᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᶦᶫᵏ ʰᵘᵐᶦᵈᶦᶠᶦᵉʳ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵏᶦᵈ ⋅ ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴏᴏꜱᴜɴɢ#ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘᶫ ᶜᵒᵐᵇᶦᶰᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ⋅ ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴊᴀᴇʜᴇᴇ#ᵐʸ ʲᵒᵇ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒᶰᵉ ﹔ ᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉ ⋅ ᴄʜᴏɪ ʟᴜᴄɪᴇʟ
this blog is on selective hiatus , no I’m not leaving , no my muse for Seven isn’t gone. BUT REAL LIFE IS KICKING MY ASS. and since I said I wouldn’t complain on here or get into ooc too much anymore I won’t get into it. I’ll be on and off for awhile a good while and more selective about what threads I’ll be able to do and what I won’t. I’m sorry for this, but I’m so stressed and trying to prevent having to delete this blog. hopefully after the holidays it’ll chill out but until then as I said this blog will be a bit more selective as I won’t be on much. again I apologize. I’ll still try to get a lot done when I have the time.
[ sns: Luciel ] i fcked up. yuo hav nt been home n a lng tiem... i miss you. please... m sry plese... cme bakc
he was still in PAIN , but he feared the pain he could cause more. golden eyes shifting over to the buzzing phone before adjusting to his comrade that sat next to him. both in vehicle, both had spent two days looking out and gathering information. THIS WAS NOT THE LIFE THE OTHER BOY NEEDED. any second the mission could go wrong and Luciel could end up with a bullet lodged in his skull. or worse, tied to a chair and tortured. because that had already happened once or twice. always waiting to pop the pill, crack it between teeth and end it all , all the pain all the suffering. the screaming , THE DAMNED. but if God put him through this torment then he must have deserved it.
he fixed at frames adjusting himself in seat , leg crossing over the other and arms folding across his chest. so many different voices clouding judgment. but his rung through the loudest. LET HIM GO. the amount of pain and danger he could inflict could only make matters worse. no telling what the abuser would do if Luciel continued hanging around. not to mention Jiwook could very well get in the way of his job.
jaw tightened , a hard swallow. the voices calm. choice made.
fingers curled around the device before wiping over screen. bright. blinding light countering the darkness they sat in. a sharp inhale of breath and his thumb seemed to glide and select without his mind even catching up. DAMN HIM damn this curse. the need to push, the force he used to keep everyone away. HE WAS SUPPOSE TO SAVE SAERAN , and only him. and yet now the walls seemed to be crumbling around him. SEND. a toss of the device and he curled bringing headphones over ears. music , a tune playing so loud it made his head hurt. but oh how it hushed the harshness of the truth.
truth was , Luciel was a danger to everyone and feelings were useless.
[ 707 ] › › › I’m not coming back. [ 707 ] › › › Don’t text me again, I’m busy.
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WITTY. Dean likes that. he likes people who can be witty while being beaten up ( it makes him think that this isn’t the first time this kid has been on the receiving end of a shoe ). he stands tall, hovering over the kid. whatever he was doing, it seems important, and at this moment, cursed blood flows through hot veins, and Dean’s addled mind wants nothing more than to be an absolute inconvenient little shit towards this kid.
old fart–man… he’s not wrong there, to be honest. Dean almost feels like he should be offended at this guy’s NONCHALANCE. who the hell just returns to a phone call after getting the shit beaten out of him ( okay, guilty as charged; it’s probably happened once or twice in his own lifetime / lifetimes, actually, as well ).
the moment the kid off the phone, Dean wants to haul him out of the car and shove his damn face against the hood ( but that PISTOL ). it’s not for his own safety–OH NO, he’s long gone with this damn Mark on him; but the prospect of his darker self coming back–
BLACK eyes, BLACK soul, BLACK fingers gripping white necks and mercilessly slaughtering–red, though… red does suit the kid.
( IT’S THE MARK TALKING. )
❛ listen, kid. you don’t wanna go ‘round messin’ with people like me. what the hell’s a brat like you doin’ all the way out in a place like this, huh? shouldn’t you be in SCHOOL ’r something? ❜
IGNORANCE must run well in American blood. his eyes narrowing coldly as he pushed himself forward keeping the pistole pointed. HE WOULD NEVER HURT ANYONE , AGAINST MORALS. wrong, the voice was wrong. he would never kill anyone. he would never put someone in danger. but hurting in order to protect himself and to finish a job. that was entirely different. there was a deep inhale of breath trying to think of a more rational decision, but this monkey dragging his dick around and tripping over others had interrupted his work once already. that was more then what most got a chance to.
❛ stop talking to me like I'm some child , BAEGCHI! ❜
those gold eyes stayed locked, cold and yet fiery. a burning hell behind a mask of what some may take as innocence, young, inexperienced. crackling embers just waiting for the right moment to pop and cause a flame. HIS JOB WAS IMPORTANT , and by God he could not stress it enough. if he failed , the world failed. maybe no one would exactly die ——— okay , a lie. some definitely would. but he , himself could not NOT YET. not when the chances of starting a new and better life were so close, so close in his grasp. a wisp of red hair that matched his but not his own, only inches away. he would not give that up.
tongue trailed over lower lip wetting lower before he finally let off an agitated sigh lowering his weapon. no, don't! and yet he fought his instinct for once. sitting back into his seat he let off a grumble of breath combing through strands. tucking behind ear before grabbing his laptop and opening it. turning the screen towards the other as his eyes lifted to lock on the obvious older man. ❛ do you know what this is? this is an algorithm I just made for the military base three towns from here. now ... —— ❜ he turned the device for a few seconds, fingers quickly and yet gracefully tapping against keys before turning it back gesturing to the scanner that now appeared on the screen.
❛ do you see this? this is scanning and taking in over ten million mathematical codes and turning it into information. something your little brain won't be able to comprehend even if you spent the rest of your pathetic bum life trying to. ❜ palm came over shutting his device before sticking it behind him. jaw tightening as his hand moved to rest on his pistol once again and yet not drawing it. ❛ I'm also someone you don't want to be messing with, o~kay? ❜
I have been considering on letting this stay hidden until it comes into light and being the biggest plot twist to Seven's Mint Eye! Verse but actually I'm going to warn and make this post AHEAD of time so think of it as spoilers to this verse.
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ISAIAH 57:1-2 ; 1. THE RIGHTEOUS PERISH , & NO ONE TAKES IT TO HEART ; THE DEVOUT ARE TAKEN AWAY , & NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THAT THE RIGHTEOUS ARE TAKEN AWAY TO BE SPARED FROM EVIL . 2. THOSE WHO WALK UPRIGHTLY ENTER INTO PEACE ; THEY FIND REST AS THEY LIE IN DEATH .
he does not FLINCH as he is shoved into the wall. he does not even flinch at harsh words that cut into his skin. junsu loves the feeling of it ; he loves the feeling of PUNISHMENT because he D E S E R V E S it. junsu only smiles as the first comes next to his head, smiles wider as luciel’s words only get more HARSH. he manages to hold in laughter until the last comment, then he only bursts out into cruel laughter.
‘ KILL ME. ’
he watches as the other takes a step back, demons returning back to HELL, where they came from. junsu wants to bring them back ; he wants them to consume every part of junsu, until there is nothing left. only luciel is capable of this. now that hyeon owns him, and because his heart belongs to jiwook, only luciel can destroy junsu. he is the only one that junsu does not care about.
' it would be a blessing if you killed me. it would finally be a dream come true. newsflash, luciel, I WANT TO DIE. i want to be DEAD wrong. put me out of my fucking misery, luciel. think about itif you kill me, jiwook is free. he can have you, he can have hyeon, and he can have happiness. i am such a burden to him, aren’t i ? i am his ABUSER, so just kill me. THIS IS ALL MY FAULT. ’
some would call him IDIOTIC for begging, but junsu can only smile throughout his whole speech. call him SINISTER, or act like he’s asking for it, but junsu does not think twice about it. he simple laughs, and raises an eyebrow. he waits for luciel’s response.
( MATTHEW 6:14-15 / / 14 for if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 but if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. )
a sharp inhale of breath. 3 ... 2 ... 1 , and deep exhale through nostrils. hand clamping down on wound and squeezing until crimson trickled. how many times had he damaged his hands now? hands he desperately needed to feel and search for an escape, a way to heaven's gate. calming, cooling, collecting. trying to push all what the other was spitting. begging? his brow quirked as content rested back on his features. the fox removing it's fangs of mighty and spite from flesh and ready to lick at the wound. the voices of anger and hurt slowly stopping, his mind becoming less crowded and offering only one voice , his own.
not Rika's and not V's. not the old members of family fighting back against the new. just his, just the one he needed. finally calm back into a state that could very well be reasoned with and found reasoning in this world. he took another step back slouching against the wall opposite as his tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth in a sharp click. ❛ you are not the only abuser in his life ... you are just the only one that realizes how it's wrong. hell he even abuses himself. ❜ shaky hand lifted to remove frames rubbing at his eyes.
❛ I'm starting to get my memories back ... and one of them is always him. how he use to show up on my door step back before I became part of this... covered in bruises and beaten. how he would always look so angry and yet desperately needed hands warm and kind. ——— but he isn't the only one that needs it. ALL OF YOU DO. and death is not your answer. ❜ tongue trailed over lower lip before the pad of his thumb pressed against in thought his gaze shifting only to soon return to the others.
❛ for death solves nothing ... and only leaves the dirty bits behind for everyone else to clean up. ❜
shoulders rolled to pop head dipping side to side. his attention shifting elsewhere hearing voices that caused his back to straighten. HE WAS STILL SUPPOSE TO BE NUMB and often times he still felt it. ❛ did you know he shows his pain by using anger? convincing himself that he is angry so he doesn't feel it ... your death, would cause so much pain. even if you don't think it will. all he wants it's to be free of pain —— me granting you that wish... ❜ a tightened jaw and swallow of pride, an exhale of breath as his gaze went back locking on the other. his answer so close slipping across the skin like wire.
❛ no. ❜
HE HAD EMBRACED THE ARMS OF REALITY. silver cross back around his neck clacking against his chest. GOD WAS HIS SAVIOR. but anger is where his heart boiled and rotted, ready to strike a venomous blow. he had gave warning many times and if the boy thought because Hyeon was busy he would not be punished he was wrong. boots clacked around as brows furrowed, arm extending to catch collar before the weight of his body went against his. slamming, pinning back against concert slab. fangs baring, animalistic side showing as amber hues glowed almost a fiery hatred. he was protective of the ones he loved to say the least.
❛ STOP MANIPULATING HIM! ❜
his arm drew back, fingertips still curled in fabric before slamming back forward. a louder THUD echoing through the halls. Luciel ... had reverted to LUCIFER. his demons had been made and his wings ripped from his back. bleeding, begging to see light again. using what ever he had as a clear advantage on the chessboard of CORRUPTION. ❛ stop using his weaknesses against him, THAT ISN'T LOVE! you keep focusing your hate on Hyeon but let me remind you he will never be alone .... HE HAS ME. ❜
hands met throat, digits curled around such a breakable area. with adrenaline running high he could have easily snapped. like a bird pushing thumb against the back of the skull with a large CRACK. head tilted and amber hues narrowed, who knew flame had the bitter taste of winter. ❛ none of you understand what love is you just want to POSSESS something, to own something. is that what it is? do you think because he owns me I'm weak? news flash Junsu I LET HIM OWN ME. I'm the only damn thing that kid has control over but if you think for ONE SECOND——— ❜ fist met wall jaw tightening to hold back the bubbled down snarl. ❛ that I'm going to let you hurt him ... you are dead wrong. ❜
he released and fixed the other boys clothing before his brow quirked. taking a step back rubbing at the already bleeding knuckles, skin torn from the anger. the rage. the reality. and yet that cold , ice blade like gaze did not leave the other. LUCIEL WAS BACK. ❛ try to remember ... a fox bite can cause rabies. ❜
[ 707 ] › › › as much as I love Elly she is not my one true love. [ 707 ] › › › my one true love is actually.... [ 707 ] › › › ... [ 707 ] › › › 606! [ 707 ] › › › LOLOLOL ~!
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@loycltybound: My lord and savior is Elizabeth the Third,
I think we should discuss how your lord and savior is actually my wife.
I think it’s time we all gathered and spoke about our lord and savior.