#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ic �� we are not just graffiti on a passing train.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" ...i dunno how t' feel about any'a this. "

[byanyan]

[sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤya that checks out i do kinda tap a lot [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤdon't even realize i'm doin it lmao [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤswishy sound is probably skirts, ya... surprised u can hear that tho, feel like that's a lot quieter than like my jewelry n shit [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤlmaooo the smell probably shoulda given u an idea at least, ur right [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤstfu lmao [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤit is something that'll be worth bragging about tho, i don't do that for just anyone [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤi mean its def for those 2 but arson is such a fun activity for a rainy day [sms: sk8er boi??]:ㅤu ever burned shit before? sooooo cathartic

[ text; byan ] Sometimes. Not always. If I have stuff I need to remember. [ text; byan ] I do hear the knives. I hear you tapping a lot too though that's obviously not just a you sound [ text; byan ] Sometimes a swishy sound? Those might be days you're wearing skirts though I don't know [ text; byan ] And then there's a very like. Cotton candy mixed with cigarette smell. Not in a bad way. [ text; byan ] Actually maybe I should have guessed the cute/punk thing sooner [ text; byan ] I definitely will do that. A wardrobe curated by a future fashion star? Like I could pass that up [ text; byan ] I always assumed it was for the cigarettes but my eyes have been opened [ text; byan ] Ha ha

[byanyan]

ㅤkeeping their current meal pinned against the wall by his throat, the fledgling's eyes narrowed as they watched the stranger who had so rudely interrupted them (and may now need to be silenced after witnessing them feeding) step out of the darkness and into view. a flash of fangs was enough to curb some of their concerns, helped out by the show of empty hands, but it certainly wasn't enough to gain any amount of trust — if anything, it put them more on edge to have a kindred they didn't know hovering around.

bloodstained lips curled into a snarl but, after a moment of holding their position, byan finally lowered the knife. —lowered it, but didn't tuck it away.

ㅤㅤ" what, you come sniffin' around for scraps or somethin'? "ㅤwords demeaning and voice harsh, they gave the stranger a once-over so critical that it would have had a mean high school girl shaking in her boots.ㅤ" i don't share. go find your own food. "

♡ @violetgleams ㅤㅤ(x)

[byanyan]

@smilingmxsk replied to your post “"My favorite snack is strawberries, I've burnt...”:

"Mmmm strawberries aren't my greatest fave. I just tossed that in t' throw y' off, sorry dude. :) I prefer chocolate. You got the rest right though! Rough as I am, I did use to draw. Been a while, though."

ㅤㅤ" mannn, i shoulda known... everyone's drawn somethin' at some point in their life, i literally said it while i was thinkin' out loud! "ㅤshaking their head, they tut disappointedly but quickly move on, intrigue glinting in their eyes.ㅤ" —so what kinda stuff didja used t' draw, huh? y'can't just drop a fact like that on me 'n not share some details. "

[byanyan]

@bluefeathrs replied to your post “byan vc: if i don't get my hands on the slifer...”:

Cue Sen leeeaning over like "you know you can go up to the counter and just ask for the one you want, right?"

ㅤㅤ" you— "

ㅤㅤ" ...wait, like. actually? "

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" oh. you. "ㅤsomething almost accusatory rings in their voice as they turn in the direction of the approaching footsteps, sure that it's someone who's been attracted by the sounds of fighting. a familiar figure is somewhat reassuring, has the fledgling lowering their hackles slightly, though they remain on guard — even if this particular kindred gave no reason to not trust them the last time they met, being kindred on its own is more than enough reason for them to remain suspicious and at the ready. wiping the vitae that dribbles out of their nose with the back of their hand, byan scoffs and shuffles over to where they'd tossed their backpack before all the violence broke out.

ㅤㅤ" 'f you're here for the fun, y'just missed it. "ㅤa half-hearted gesture is made in the direction of the three men slumped on the ground, all in varying states of unconsciousness. one of them might be dying. byan doesn't care.ㅤ" an' if you're here for somethin' else... make it quick. i got places t' be and cops to avoid. "

⋆:°* ♡ @mxldito ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" —oh. uh. hhhey. "ㅤwhile running into senja on rooftops isn't uncommon and thus isn't all that much of a surprise... the glint of red which drips from her hands in thick droplets certainly is. she's holding something, that much they're sure of, but what it is... that's more up in the air. their immediate concern is that she's been hurt, but it's difficult to tell from this angle. stepping over the ledge, byan takes a couple slow steps closer, leaning to one side in an effort to get a better look, brows knitting together with worry that they'll surely try to brush off as mere confusion or curiosity if she prompts them about it later.

ㅤㅤ" you, uh. you good? that your blood, or 'm i missin' somethin'? "

⋆:°* ♡ @bluefeathrs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" —hold up. "ㅤbig, dramatic arm gestures are what greet otis as he clambers up onto the rooftop, byan visibly recalibrating as they process what they've just witnessed.ㅤ" no way. there's no way. you jus' learned a couple fancy moves, that's all, right? there ain't no way you know how t' do parkour, i refuse t' believe it! "

⋆:°* ♡ @ratwhsprs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" uh... "ㅤhaving come to the gardens more to hide from authorities than to take a peaceful stroll, byan finds themself rather taken aback by the unexpected question. thinking it over for a moment though, gaining themself a companion might just help to camouflage them amongst the other park-goers. it's certainly not the worst way to lie low. pink backpack hoisted higher up over one shoulder, they cast a glance back the way they've come from just to be sure they haven't been followed, then nod as non-chalantly as possible.

ㅤㅤ" ...ssssure. s'totally why 'm here. for a walk. "

OPEN. ♡

light falls, gold 'pon gold: thus i stand 'neath streams of sun. footsteps take attention & petaled lips lift, helplessly hopeful: " have you come to walk with me? "

[byanyan]

∘ ˚ ♡ @tidekpr ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(x)

ㅤfeet kicking idly in the water drew to a halt, back tensing in what had once been a relaxed and laidback pose. they came down here to beat the heat, not to get taken back to elementary school by mockery of their aversion to open water!

eyes narrowing to a sharp glare, byan shoved themself up from where they'd previously been leaning back on their arms, now looking extremely defensive. a nerve may have been touched.

ㅤㅤ" 'course i know how t' swim! "ㅤa boldfaced lie, one they intended to tell until the day they died.ㅤ" i just— "ㅤthey floundered for a moment, sputtering in outrage in the search for a suitable excuse.ㅤ" —i didn't exactly dress for it this mornin'! an' yeah, i spent time on my makeup so i don't exactly wanna ruin it right now, so sue me! "

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" can't talk right now, i'm doin' hot girl shit. "ㅤin this case, they happen to be referring to the stitches they're currently in the process of giving themself.

[byanyan]

@lee-sol replied to your post:

sol vc: how was the arson you committed today?

ㅤㅤ" it was great babe, thanks so much for askin'. "

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" tch, o'course he did. hope you told 'im to go fuck himself. wantin' to celebrate father's day, where the fuck does he get off? "ㅤdespite the lighter tone they previously held, there's a heat to their words now. a note of genuine anger. jae-sung is lucky if all they do is set his house on fire. sol's hand wrapping around their own is enough to bring their grin back to life however, and in the next moment they're grabbing their bag and slinging it over their shoulder, following along at his side on the way to the door.ㅤ" if he's not home, i'm gonna be real tempted to hunt his ass down. set him and his stupid fuckin' car ablaze. "

“ yeah, i get you. i wouldn't have realized, but he texted me today, asked if i wanted to go to brunch with him, nari and mina. ” of course he said no, he doesn't want to spend a day acting like everything's fine. despite his words though, there's still that grin on his face. pocketing the lighter, he grabs his keys from the counter, grabbing their hand afterwards. “ if he's home, then yeah. if not... oh well. ”

[byanyan]

blowing glitter in @grimesucker 's faceㅤㅤ(x)

ㅤㅤ" uh, me? "ㅤan unspoken 'duh' rings in their voice.ㅤ" i'm the oldest, which means i take over when you die, obviously. ...and when you're like, so fucked up that you kinda look like someone should just put ya outta your misery. "

hands go to their hips, and byan smirks across the room at dox, clearly unbothered by his attempted (and failed) display of intimidation.

ㅤㅤ" you can break outta here if y'want, but i got no doubt in my mind that i can drop your ass back to the ground while you're in this sorry fuckin' state. plus, if you behave, i might be so nice as t' bring ya some water. "

[byanyan]

@skxrbrand replied to your post “"Your aura." Khazaan kneels down to regard the...”:

" They /can/ chew through concrete, this is true"

ㅤㅤ​" so was it an insult or an observation? 'cause i'm willin' to let the latter slide if ya acknowledge that me bitin' you would prob'ly hurt. "

[byanyan]

ㅤremaining in place, frozen in the middle of shoveling items off the shelf and into their backpack, byan's hackles were raised. fingers of their right hand twitching as they debated reaching for one of their knives sooner rather than later, they found themself caught by surprise before a decision could be reached — suddenly, with no warning but the quickest movement of the other's hand, they were encapsulated. alarmed, they released their grip on the things in their hands and reached out to push against the bubble's wall.

ㅤㅤ" hey—!! "ㅤthe wall didn't budge, only rippled beneath their hands. switching to banging their fist against the energy field, their lip curled when the stranger turned his phone screen to them and they had to fucking read what he wanted to say to them. defiant, infuriated, and not remotely interested in trying to put in the effort required to make sense of his stupid letters, the teen simply ignored it and glared directly at his face.

ㅤㅤ" fuck you! if you got some bullshit snarky remark, y'can make it t' my face! but first, i'm gonna kick your fuckin' ass!! "

⋆:°* ♡ @violetsparkk ㅤㅤ(x)