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Minhyuk always prided himself on being sensual, romantic. So when he pulled you into his arms, he knew just how he wanted things to play out. Eyes relaxing to your frame as those fingers gently dusted over your bangs. Sliding those strands of hair to the sides of your face. He has your full attention now, but he wasn't ready to give you want you wanted... what he could smell you wantedInstead, he'd scoot closer, keeping to the arm of that chair where he could lean over just above you. Let his touch slide down to your jaw. 

Gently stroke the expense over skin in his reach, teasing your senses with the simple awareness of him, and those fingers curled around the tip of your chin to guide you. That lean deepening until his could be felt but moments from your own body. Where his breath could roll over your skin and yet still be too far away to steal intimacy from him. He waited here, held the moment as those lips parted for a moment. Separating for his thoughts to make themselves known. "You are, utterly... stunning." 

The pause leading the motion of his thumb to roll across that bottom thin lip, but he'd grant you no power. No chance to react when his lips met yours. Thicker, harsher. He was sweet in all but actions as he drew you in, threatening to suck in your very essence in hunger as he pulled at those plush pads. Licking, biting, bruising them a sensual red with every tilt of his frame. The promise to swallow you whole reaching it's abrupt end as he lingered there... just above you. Not realizing how his fingers threaded the locks of your hair to brace you for his affections.

Sweetly he'd smile, and let a chuckle fall from his lips as they pressed to yours once more. Closed mouth and quick. A peck barely savored as he leaned back to peer into your eyes. "I forgot to ask permission didn't I?" As if permission would have changed the last few seconds with his chest pressing firm to yours. "Want more?"

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If Minhyuk were but a weaker man, less confident or driven... he might have backed away. Let his gaze fall to the ground and surrender to his emotions. Instead, he focused on you. Letting those pale glassy orbs peer at your very soul with pursed lips and tightened fists. He felt stiff, tight. His shoulders pulled into an uncomfortable line, or wall... but falling rather unnoticed as his head tilted as he scanned your face. Eyebrows first. Watching the movement of carefully groomed browns, down to the curves of your eyes and the lashes that made them pop... following to the color of your lips and how they reacted or didn't.

While reading scents made people as easy as a children's book... he preferred this. Looking at someone, gauging them from their expressions. But mostly, from the way their eyes held him. He needed that, and looked at you silently, trying to see how those beautiful browns perceived the man in front of you. He'd stop... pause... and breath. That wide chest rising with the deepest of breaths for his sigh to release itself in the heavy exhale.

When you spoke to him, he could taste the judgment in the air. It's wet and cloudy flavor relating to storm clouds not ready to drop rain... and he reacted. Two steps. Two was all it took to close the distance between you. His hand reaching out to softly stroke your cheek. Tangling long digits in the sides of your hair in his little way to ease the mood. "Should I have? Would anything be different if I spoke it instead of keeping it to myself?" His head tilted now. Leaning so he could catch your attention in full... or hide how he gazed at your lips.

That adam's apple bobbing with the swallow of sudden thirst. His touch falling from the color of your cheeks to stroke down your arm affectionately. Disliking the coarseness of fabric against his fingertips but giving no reaction as his grip closed around your wrist to take your hand in his. "We all have secrets, my love. Some? More than others..." He liked how your hand felt in his. Soft, small. He wanted to hold and never let go. Mark the blemish free peach with his bite and lay claim to the beauty in front of him. "Perhaps I wanted you to see me as just me... rather than some man who lives in luxury. Is that so wrong? To want you to know not the CEO, but just Minhyuk?"

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How could he describe the scent of that couch as you shifted, and he shifted and it's material puffed out breath after breath. Exhale after exhale. Wood, old material. The lingering scents of all those who've rested against its frame before, and Hoseok. It smelled like the color of red, but not the bright eye catching, flirtatious red. No... something a little more sinister, oozing a depth unbeknownst to the mind. Dark, alluring. Akin to a deep wine or a rich burgundy... stained with flecks of black paint off a brush and muddled with hidden colors but red... that's what stood out. That's what drew the dragon's senses as those lips curled and eyes narrowed to your frame.

Setting down the smooth of his cards for the next deal with a faint little pat as they hit the table, Minhyuk leaned back. Crossed one leg over the other by his ankle and merely looked at you for a moment. Hiding his thoughts behind that smile. Subtly red lips and pale skin. Emerald greens and red hair... the perfect painted face to keep behind the true devil within... and then a chuckle fell from his lips. Nearly melodic is how his rasp carried a little tune with every rise and fall of his amusement.

"If this isn't winning then I don't want to see what losing is like." Again a pause. A moment for the dragon to steal away to his thoughts. Letting his eyes wander along the curves of your face in a silence that felt to him, like hours and yet fell only seconds sort of the parting of his lips and the deep sound that followed. "hm... well. As the official winner of the night, I think we should make it fun. How about I give you three wishes. You can use them all now or over time. And they can be anything I am able and willing to do." That smile grew, pulling the corners of his mouth a little more mischevious than the warmth he intended but humans hardly had the sense to pick up on these things. Such clumsy predators... but entertaining.

"I wonder how you will use them... Food? Affection? Another game?" he laughed softly. "Shall I be yours for the rest of the day?"

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The way the faint breeze tussled through his hair felt comforting as if it were delicate fingers petting his head and telling him everything would be alright. Carrying with it the heavy scent of smoke as little ashes fell from the tip of that cig and with it, little embers flaring up bright with the intent on going out with a bang before sizzling into nothing. How fitting it felt, to their conversation as his chin lowered. Tilting in your directions so that he could look at you. Read you. Scents painted a picture, but it was expressions he favored as those hues lowered in a moments weakness, then returning to the scenery where there was no judgment, no criticism. Nothing but beauty to gaze back.

And how cruel beauty could be if only to remind you of how small you were in this world and the many worlds out there. That one life form however immortal or powerful was but a cog in a clock and merely played its part in silence with rare awareness of the other pieces around it sharing the weight. He slouched, how could he not. Body leaning forward with those hands crossing over his legs. The sounds of that bottle tilting and the liquids within shifting quickly to match the upset in its norm as you took your wigs or two played against his ear. It's bouncing sound playing with his silent wish that you didn't catch the faint smile that crossed his lips in a flash.

"Isn't that the million dollar question?" He couldn't answer, not yet. Even though his mind was already reciting what his lips would not. Instead, the dragon reached down to your bottle and took a rather generous gulp of his own. "I am being strong for someone who has taken up residence in the center of my world... a cute idiot who doesn't know his own potential, or how easily wounded he can get... but who's strong for me." he'd out stretch his arm a little, extend a finger from the neck of that bottle and point. "I'll have to get back to you with the answer to that once I find it... perhaps at the bottom of a whiskey bottle... We should go grab a few."

The sigh that passed through his lips in that moment felt like it was heavy with the worlds misery and problems. His figure slouching backward onto that park bench so he could lean his head back and just... exist. Just look up and the sky and find comfort in the dark hues of color that formed against its background. "How about you... same question. Hopefully less depressing answers."

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The feeling of cheap thermal cuts pressed against his lips as he took a long gulp of hot tea had Minhyuk wishing for the warm flat surface of a decent ceramic, as the flavor of honey and lemon rose up against his taste buds with the steam. Calming him from the inside, and though the dragon much prefers his own natural blends, this satisfied his craving nicely as that piping hot liquid rather quickly lessened and lessened with every subconscious press of that cup to his lips. Perhaps forgetting every now and then to pretend to blow it before helping himself to this aromatic flavor.

As your point touched the air with the feathery detail of the devil's advocate, Minhyuk's eyebrows furred lightly. The skin around his nose subtly pinching as he considered the point before a nod was offered. The deep passes of forest colored hues taking you in. Such a cute face, who would have known that there'd be such an interesting mind behind plump lips and an angular jaw. “You're right there. Assuming can be the Achilles tendon... but what if you don't assume either. If you can't prove that it's right and you can't prove that it's wrong... then you're just sort of suspended in limbo. At that point wouldn't you have to assume in order to push the conversation?? If for only to dispell your assumption?”

He pressed the cup to his lips again... one sip left and suddenly the dragon felt the need to go back to the counter to order at least 3 more cups of tea. Hell for the price they really should put more effort into providing more for the customer. "Bothered? No... Intrigued would be a better word I should think."

"What if you have someone on trial, and there is absolutely no evidence. For instance, you have a witness placing the person at the scene of the crime... but he wasn't doing anything suspicious. Looking into the case, you can't find anything incriminating nor can you find anything deeming this person innocent of all charges... What do you do them? I should think to make an assumption works for that at least. Not to condemn but to give yourself something to work with... I'm sorry, I just realized we've been rambling about this for an hour now." His laugh was light, fluttery like a butterfly but with that hidden rasp drawing out the deeper tones, perhaps it reflected more akin to a moth than a butterfly. "We should hit up round two of our discussion at a restaurant or something. Grab some food, maybe end our little day off on coffee for desert. What do you think?"

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Should Minhyuk be amused currently with how his words, although as truthful as possible, weaved an intricate little puzzle for you... probably not. But as you looked at him in confusion, the spicy flavor of frustration graving the air if only for a moment, he'd feel the urge to smile. Fighting it rather weakly as those plump pads upturned ever so slightly. But back again did the air sour from fear and the fun little spark of amusement began to wither away.

"Clairvoyance?" now it was his turn to be confused. Humans possessing abilities their species identified as magical or supernatural was no uncommon. He'd met a great many coming either to kill him or as to learn from his great wisdom, but Clairvoyance was one, he'd learned, was the most used to seek out the glory humans loved so much... His head tilted a little as he looked you over once more. Suppose you did have clairvoyance, then your third eye wasn't clear if you were standing here looking at him. Unlikely.

Licking his lips with growing impatience, the dragon crossed his arms. A gaze which once rested playful and light now turning sharper by the moment. Unhappy. "A murder scene... Forgive me detective, but aren't you questioning me as a suspect without probable cause... and that." his head nodded towards your little evidence. "If you don't even know what I am.. how are you so sure it links to me? Perhaps you're all looks after all... No matter, one does not have to think to breed.... I have a deal for you."

Those hands clapped on the word deal. Shooting out to his sides with his palms up. "I will give you something if you give me something. For every question... I get to touch you and search you. Piece by piece for however long your little interrogation lasts, and when you finish. I get to keep something of yours for what you've learned from me. And whatever it is, will be mine, no matter what..." he'd take a pause. Look over your expression with the playing of a smirk against his lips.

"What do you say to that human?... Ask your questions"

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A serpentine? Reptilian? Does the stranger take his words as nothing but mere joke? Or is the answer truthful and Youngjae just cannot comprehend it? The smile doesn’t put his mind at ease and in fact does the opposite, the detective is tempted to scan the room just to map some exit points. 

How does he know? “That’s an interesting question.” He himself admittedly doesn’t know for sure how sometimes he could get visions, or this… ability to single out others that are different from his kind. But. “Clairvoyance.” He answers just out of spite. From his bag he takes out a clear plastic pouch with a bloody handkerchief inside of it, he showed it only briefly before tucking it safely back inside his carrier. 

“We found this at a murder scene.” Youngjae’s brow twitch at the blatant flirtatious teasing, this man… Youngjae is only 30 but he feels way older than that now. “Uh. No. I’m detective Yoo. I have some questions for you. If you’re indeed saying the truth and that you’re not human, things might get complicated.”  

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« D I L I G E N C E. » ✧ ┆   It was never smart to mess with a celestial being, especially when this angelic being was a Virtue called Diligence who was desperately looking for his true vessel to develop his original strength and even more. Heaven wasn’t a place worth living anymore, but the earth was neither. Too many filthy creatures were around, too many sins committed. And here Diligence was, in this broken vessel of a wretched ballet dancer, someone so entirely worthless that the Virtue was almost ashamed of using this human meat suit.

His eyes narrowed at the young dragon with red hair and green eyes in front of him. There was a particular reason why Diligence would never be friends with dragons because his element was the complete opposite from the ones of those creatures. Ice and Fire would never be friends and especially in this human vessel, he couldn’t even develop such a strength that his icy power would win over the heat. But this wasn’t the problem at all. Diligence narrowed his eyes even more while little snowflakes appeared on the tips of his fingers.

                 “Bow down, Dragon! I’m not here to fight.”

Animalistic senses had their wonders. Instincts which called out to the mind and down to every fiber of one's being. Enticing every meager twitch or full-blown reaction. A nature taught defense system helping to guy one to any form of victory. Instincts which were burning bright oranges into his mind as he looked at you. Minhyuk knew to feel threatened by any predator who would share the same presence as him, but it was not a dread of imminent death he feared, but rather the ruining of his evening. 

His posture was bone straight, hands in those pockets. He attempted to appear relaxed but remained guarded, ready to lash out or defend himself at a moments notice. Combat and time had taugh the dragon many things, so as you spoke out... those emerald crystals glistened as eyes glared down to you. Bow? How laughable. Who were you to him, what power did you have over him? How dare some being present itself to him and order him to take a knee... the popping and bubbling of his blood followed the steady boil as he felt his anger grow.

He'd look you over, size you up. Measure your physical strength. Study his mind's library for the many things he's learned over the many years of his life. Preparing for any and all situations, including the one where he could happily feel his hands around your throat. Suffocation felt so intimate.

Inside that’s how his mind flowed. Preparation and a lust for death, but what could one expect from a creature such as himself? He was bred to kill... would it be wrong of him to want just that. Slowly he'd smile. Plush lips pulling tight until they could curve into a thin and wide ‘U’. Years of experience falling proof to the mask that covered his emotions. "That's an awfully rude thing to say..." his voice remained steady and calm. Surrounded by tight gusts of swirling wind and the rasp of scrapping gravel. "Bow down?... Tell me. Do you tend to get your way when you use that line.. or are you just mistaken in thinking that's how to speak to someone like myself?" If only he were a mere dragon.

Minhyuk felt insulted, and he could feel spite growing inside of him like a deeply seated root ready to spring forward a bent and twisted tree. A breath was taken. The angles of your face begun to piss him off, the thin lips that sat along porcelain skin... fuck, his displeasure was growing irrational." If you have an apology for your choice of words... now would be the time to spit them out. I see no reason we can't proceed like ... c i v i l i z e d adults... unless you continue to show no respect."

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Minghao was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t seen anyone coming his way, it wasn’t like he could hear them, thanks to the sand. He had been properly scared, jumping with a rather unmanly squeak of curse words, which he hoped the stranger couldn’t understand because he had said them in Mandarin. “I uh….Not handsome.” He’s mumbling, embarrassed by getting scared so easily as well as being called handsome by a stranger. Only his friends ever called him that and even then he didn’t believe them.

He’s looking at the man completely now and he can’t help but be in awe of his looks. If the man thought he was handsome he clearly never looked in the mirror because he could make both women and males jealous of his looks. Minghao listens to him and he can’t help his cheeks heat up with the embarrassment that seemed to be sticking to him now. It was just his luck. “Um well, my 妈妈* always told me that if you see somebody that’s sad that you should try to make them feel better.”

He’s looking down at the sand again his pointer finger tracing a random pattern into the wet send then watching as the water washes it away. “But why would you want to? Your mood might be ruined by mine.” Again he looks at the man with a small tilt of his head. “But if you don’t mind that I wouldn’t mind the company.”

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His smile was wide, kind. Eyes pinching for green to barely peek through as he watched you. Startled, flattered. Much better emotions to take to the air than any of the bitter tasting cruelties on the mind. It’s his legs that show movement first. Knees bending for his figure to fall back with a grunt into the sand. Planting himself comfortable beside you with harms sitting to brace his back. Those legs barely extending forward but staying virtually crossed as the water rushed passed his toes and soaked the bottom of his pants cold leaving a feeling akin to un-comfort if it were to be left alone but back again did the rush come and again did his clothing get soaked.

“Well then, I should follow the wise advice of your 妈妈 then and do my best to help out... hm... yes. I think that’s a good decision.” Taking a moment to stop and simply look around, the dragon found that his lungs filled up with the freshness of a deep breath, and out he pushed into relaxation. The scenery was beautiful, considering it was merely a beach. But it seemed the gods took pity on the beauty to his side and painted the sky so unique that it could only be marveled at.

“Unless you are so deep in despair that you're uttering the death and destructions of my loved ones.” he’d chuckle slightly. Turning that smile back to you with the soft tilt of his head. “Then I doubt you could worsen my mood... so you’re stuck with me until I get you feeling better.... so does the beauty have a name?? It doesn’t seem right for me to give you an adorable pet name just yet... ah, and you can call me Minhyuk.”

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If there was one thing that Lee Hoseok was terrible at, it would be skiing, at least, trying to skii whilst also trying to advertise and help construe business plans for the small company he was working for. ( It was them who had promised a vacation, but covered head to toe in fancy black and orange brand labels should have been expected in the very least, especially when it was a vacation with the head of the company. ) A better vacation would have been well appreciated however. Something along the lines of sitting on his couch; possibly working on his lunch, preferably one with a pretty neck and a killer sweet tooth. All was to be done while he watched spanish soaps until he couldn’t stand it anymore. It was safe to say that he was grateful in the least. The views were beautiful here, and while he had rarely found himself gazing at the open sky, the last two afternoons were spent staring out at the rustling pine and quivering naked oak behind their shared company cabin. But there he was instead, middle of a shitstorm,  trudging uphill after losing one of his skiis embarrisingly enough on the novice pike. He’d of considered leaving it, –the tumble down was not pretty, and his thick goggles were covered with snow. His ears should be pinched a shade of red but instead they were just cold, having lost his hat somewhere in the fall. But, coming back with one skii and a lopsided smile wouldn’t have been in his best interest–at least if he wanted to keep on track towards his end of the year bonus. What an absolutely, terrifying vampire, Lee Hoseok turned out to be. 

Hoseok brushes the snow from his goggles without much luck, not with his gloves still caked with ice anyway. It was times like this that he had wished that he had listened to his gut, but it couldn’t of been helped. It wasn’t as if he knew how to sprout wings and somehow make this feat any less difficult or any more faster either. ( At least not with the heavy boots that kept him weighed down in the snow, now several inches above his knee with the sheer amount of flurries that fell. ) It was as he held his solo skii in his arms, its empty boot knocking against his ribcage as he bent forward to keep moving, that another man shouldered him, nearly knocking himself off balance. It wasn’t being run into that had surprised Hoseok ( It probably felt like the equivalent of running right into a wall for the human though, which barely shifted him anyway ) but what had suprised Hoseok, was that the other man had been yelling, and then was screaming for everyone to get to safety from the storm. Had he tuned him out all the time? Or did he wait for him to get closer before he started yelling and now that Hoseok held his arm out to help them both up, felt an overwhelming need to try and turn him the and another victim in the opposite direction once he had stabled. Hoseok follows willingly when a particularly hard gust of wind whips his hair back, and he could feel the chill of it settle right up against his bones despite the thick heavy coat he had been wearing. Tugging his hand back to pull up his coat against his chest he offers a smile, his nose wrinkling as he hunches his shoulders in, feigning much colder than he actually felt. 

“Is this a storm?” he asked, not expecting much of an answer, but even though Hoseok wasn’t native there, and while he was only a few steps ahead of the two, he knew in the least that it wasn’t incredibly long until the cabin would turn up. The problem with this one is that it was near a patch of ice and laid in a small crevice, cozy and warm, but most definately not the best choice if they were going to end up camped out for some time. If this was going to be a storm, they’d have better luck going 30 minutes out of the way in the other direction to the company cabin instead. But with how red and enthusiastic the human was, he couldn’t tell him it was probably a bad idea. Instead he shakes the snow from his hair and moves forward, acknowledging the other man with a dip of his chin at first, and then a small perplexed look when he realizes that he too, was completely fine with the cold with the way a smile seemed to stretch over his face. 

Reaching the cabin seemed to end with them all piling through the door, their murky wet boots leaving streaks on the wooden western style floor and causing them to slip as he and the human thrust the door shut, leaving the wind and snow to continue on behind it. 

“Johnny, If ya didn’t catch that before. I live around these parts, it’s safe to say we’ll be here for a while. Anyone else starving after that? ‘cuz I could eat a horse,” Without the howling of the wind in his ears, Hoseok realized that Johnny actually had a soft voice, and as the redness in his face had faded, the kindness erupted through much easier. As Johnny rifled through the cabinets to make sure they weren’t royally fucked, slipping around in his wet socks like it was something his did in his free time, Hoseok starts to strip himself of his heavy, label covered gear.  The band to his goggles had popped entirely, he wasn’t sure how exactly they stayed on, but it was another thing that he’d have to chalk up to weather, and not entirely with cheap outsourced materials. As he shimmied out of his jumpsuit he watched the other man that favored himself with a deep set red-head. “You know how to cook beans? I have a feeling that, that’s all Johnny’s going to find over there,” holding back a small laugh he turns to the side to roll down the jumpsuit, pulling his much thinner turtle neck down when it rides up his abdomen and stepping out of it. Yanking up the third inner most layer of his pants and then the tighter warming thermals, does he finally stetch out his arms and legs after being bundled up for so long. “Ugh, best ten seconds of my life,” he sighs, reaching out for a light switch and flicking it on, the dimmer orange light settling with a small buzz and flicker. 

It was a struggle to get up, with the wind beating against his back like an angry mistress, and snow sliding places he could have sworn his clothing was there to protect. It's no wonder humans rarely lasted in storms like these. The way it surrounded you, blinded you. Suffocated. Stealing away air and warmth and life alike in a vicious dance. Minhyuk shook his hands-free of the snow clotting around his fingers and reached for the human, helping him stand. Brushing what he could from the male's body in vain as the heavy snow pouring from the sky replaced it in mere moments, again he shouted something lost to the wind.

Briefly, Minhyuk wondered if he'd die in this storm if they'd make it or freeze solid for happy vacationers to find in a year or two... his value low with full thanks to his lack of consequence when it came to death. Next time he'd need to keep a journal and pen on him. Maybe he would have been able to write 'avoid snowy mountains' or something before dying, then again he shouldn't jump the gun as an extended arm helped him find his footing enough to assist in pushing the human forward. Out of place grass stained glass hues peeking to your face now that he was closer. Bright almond shaped eyes pinched from the wind but a vibrant ocean peeking out behind dark lashes. Strands of blonde shifting to the demands of every gust and yet you lacked a shiver... Pale skin. He could tell now that you were a supernatural as well, but thanks to the storm his senses were suffering. 

He could feel a grip tighten around his arm and pull him forward and Minhyuk took that as the stop waiting to die tug and get your ass moving. A faint smile curling onto his lips and he followed closely behind. Ready to brace either male should the airs lash out once more.

Reaching that cabin felt like a messy triumph as all three males pushed through the door. Minhyuk having to brace himself just to shove it back closed and latch it to keep the weather out and what ever little bit of heat there was in. Sighing heavily once he no longer needed to shove strength into the heavy wood in fear of accidentally breaking it. His next action to find the nearest fireplace and something to burn to get a steady source of heat going as the heavy thuds of snow boots sounded with the human who he now knew to be Johnny, rushed off to the kitchen. Again, emerald hues shifted to you as he tossed a log into the pit. Not particularly shy about setting it on fire with his hands while the curious eyes of a human were absent.

"Beans huh... well here's to me wishing there's at least spam hidden away somewhere." he'd flash a smile. Shifting forward then back to a stand. Watching as article after article was shed and your figure slowly began to peek through... Maybe he shouldn't stare. Leafy hues darting towards the kitchen area before following after your example and pulling off that heavy coat. "I don't know if we're lucky to be stuck with him or not... So... forgive me for getting right to the point but, you aren't human, are you? And don't worry about Johnny. I came down the hill with him, he's deaf in the right ear. Unless he's in the room  we don't have to worry about him hearing."

"Guys! There's beans!! I'ma look for a pot!" Speak of the devil. Again those lips spread to a flash a dazzling smile in your direction as a raspy chuckle fell from his throat and those deep wine red locks shifted with the shake of his head to free them from the snow he was sure sat just along the tips of his bangs. "Thank god, I was already considering eating one of you guys... Looks like you bought yourself another day Johnny." he'd shout back with a playful laugh and sigh happily with the new freedom from his snow clothes. "I'm Minhyuk. Probably could have met under better circumstances but hey. I'll take what I can get. Whats your name?"

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[[ Alright so plenty of you have reached out to me about a bio page and the fact that my continue button doesn’t work. I will have time super late today or sometime tomorrow to get onto my blog and fix things, so look forward to a couple updates there.

Second is, I have an open starter up. A couple will follow. Consider these permanent starters. They will be attached to a page that anyone can use if they want to rp but don’t know what to do, but can also be taken down at any point. Don’t worry about me or my muse. If you’d like to reply to it, please do. It’s for you guys.

Also, I realized I never introduced myself to you guys so here goes. Hello everyone, you can call me Han. my pronouns are him,he,his. I’ve been a rpier for a pretty long time and recently took a big break but now I’m back and eager to see some interactions. I hope you will rp with me. Thanks~ ]]

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The sky reflected sorrow... is what many would say. With its depressing grays that seemed to pull a cloak over the world. Make it bleak, cold and lonely. Even the thought of rain seemed to turn peoples faces down and still, brought them to hide behind dark colors and look as if they were the personification of pure misery. A shame since rain cleansed the world they lived in, from the bad that pilled up every day. It cares provides for the life shared here, and comfort that existence will keep going... 

Minhyuk could smell it in the air. The water collecting around, pulling up to the clouds, and those clouds struggling to keep. He could practically feel the rain already, so as he leaned over to a male he'd just so happened to be walking beside, he'd found that a rather obvious question slipped from his lips that could have been rhetorical, yet an answer followed. The touches of green against the rounds of his eyes, deep hues now taking you in as you looked up. Admiring the shape of your jaw and how he wanted to bite it and mark it up but bask in its subtle imperfection. 

He watched as your Adam's apple bobbed when you swallowed and how it moved as you finally spoke back to him... with lips he wanted to bruise. Casually he'd let his gaze meet your eyes. Smiling sweetly as if his thoughts weren't just filled with sin and glancing to the sky once more to mock human expression in these situations. "You hope it does? Really? " He wished for it too... oh how blissful it'd be. He'd return his gaze to you. "No, I agree. It's been a mess lately. We're due... and I think the clouds just might open up in agreement as well. Here you go, a gift... splash." he'd chuckle softly. 

"Got an umbrella on you?? Or you planning to run around like a crazy person in the rain if it does start up?"