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wtcbyg:
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“ h e l l o – ” he starts, voice bright and warm and everything that this day is not. “ im sorry to bother you but im taking shots of the area and you have such a photogenic face that i couldn’t help but wonder if you’d like to shoot a few pictures with me? i promise it wont take long! ” he’s blushing a bit, because words and women were never something he was strong at but he keeps his smile there, pure and delighted as ever.
☄ DAMI didn’t mind the rain. honestly, she didn’t mind any sort of weather just to get out of the house for a little bit of peace and quiet. she knew she shouldn’t stay out too long, but there was something about the calmness of the empty park during the rain that she absolutely adored. it was absolutely risking a cold for.
she pulled her jacket over herself more, the chill from the air hitting her; nose and cheeks blushed from the mix of cold rain and wind. and despite the less than beautiful weather, dami was thoroughly enjoying herself. however, enjoyment soon turned to a slight bit of irritation. in the midst of a sneeze, dami jumped at a male’s voice.
a hand clutched her chest, she was used to being alone in the park she didn’t even see the man approach her. the expression on her face turned to confusion, looking around as he approached; he couldn’t possibly be talking to her. a thin finger pointed at her own chest as her eyes met his, ❝ me?? i have a photogenic face? ❞ she couldn’t believe the words actually coming from the stranger; was it some sort of joke to pick up women in the part claiming to be a photographer?
but upon looking at him, he didn’t look to be some weirdo, and by the looks of his camera he was legit. plus it was cold and rainy, who would waste their time trying to pick up women in that kind of weather. her lips pursed out, a breath leaving from her nose. ❝ listen.. photoshoots aren’t really my thing, but i guess you can take a couple, and if they’re good i get to keep them. ❞ dami never really took photos, and maybe if she had a couple of good ones, she could send them to her mom to remind her of the times before they moved.
⌯ stark colors
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wtcjoohyun:
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tongue prodding against the inside of her cheek, she crosses her arms and taps her foot on the ground. her eyes flicker around, settling on the shelves with a sniffles– finger lifting to thumb at her nose until someone’s pattering from behind the hall. her head swivels around, frown deepening at the girl that she sees. “do you always leave your customers waiting?”
☄ DAMI was quite the hypocrite. she pushed and pushed to do things on her own, yet hated whenever jeongguk would leave to run errands for the shop. he trusted her too much. it had been slow, she figured she’d organize some of the stock in the back and listen for the jingle of the front door or the bell on the counter before coming out again.
and she did just that, however her reaction seemed delayed as she couldn’t exactly stop what she was doing with a mess of things on the floor. a quick spruce up of the items on the floor before heading to the counter. though she took her time when she heard the bell ring multiple times. the gesture only seemed to make dami walk slower.
when she finally met the woman at the counter, she forced a smile, doing her best not to come back with a witty comment that could cause a loss for a customer and hurt jeongguk’s family’s business. ❝ so sorry to have kept you waiting. ❞ she held no sarcasm back in her voice, it was the only compromise she could make. dami's expression showed completely unphased to the woman's attitude in response to her absence. she tried so hard to keep herself from crossing her arms, a trait hoseok always went on about being unbecoming wen trying to act friendly. why couldn't she have been as friendly as hoseok, then interacting with people would be much easier. she cleared her throat to keep the silence from going on any longer, leaning on the counter just a bit, ❝ well then, how can i be of assistance, since i'm sure you're not here to evaluate me on my promptness. ❞
heal me.
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// psst any takers to write gala stuff with dami? she’s not even a gala type girl but it’d be nice to put her in an awkward and uncomfortable situation. i’ll even write starters ccc,:
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// psst any takers to write gala stuff with dami? she’s not even a gala type girl but it’d be nice to put her in an awkward and uncomfortable situation. i’ll even write starters ccc,:
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wtcsua:
sua loves excitement; loves everything that happens in this wonderful city of tricks. sua’s never felt so happy, so warm in a place– so accepted. it’s vastly different from her youth, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world. so of course, when the gala is announced– sua goes above and beyond to plan for it. everything down to her makeup, to what bra and underwear – to her dress and her shoes. but she certainly doesn’t want to do it alone, no no. so of course she wrangles dami in to help her.
well, or listen to her. sua’s not sure if dami will be much help to her, but dami is fun and sua likes fun.
“so like…” her eyes flicker over the options, eyes narrowing at the lingerie in front of her. the lacy type, the simple type, and the one where there’s practically no cover-up or cloth; just sheer – all shades of pastels; soft blues, blushes and lilac galore. “which one do i pick? i mean, i’m not guaranteed a good night, but you know. i want to be prepared. have all bases covered.” she fingers a set of underwear, the cloth rubbing between her fingertips before she sets it down. spinning, her eyes settle on the girl seated by her desk, head cocking to the side as she studies her.
“are you even listening?” sua states, sounding exasperated but failing to keep the smile off her face. “i mean, i know this is pretty boring, but like, c'mon. help a girl out, dami-yah!”
< a vision for @wtcdami >
☄ DAMI wasn’t exactly sure what the whole hype was about this gala. it was just another excuse to get everyone together, pretend to like each other and then talk shit the following day. it wasn’t dami’s style. and though it wasn’t something she would waste her time with, but she didn’t mind keeping sua company while she picked out undergarments for the night. but why would someone care so much about what’s going underneath? and why did sua own so many matching pieces?? dami probably only owned two real bras and a few sports bras, none with matching bottoms.
and then the topic of sheer. it’s not doing anything, so whats the point to have something that doesn’t really serve a purpose? no one’s going to see it anyway. but all thoughts aside, she should have been paying attention to her friend who seemed to be having a dilemma about things dami didn’t eve know were legitimate problems. ❝ i’m listening, i’m listening!! ❞ it was only kind of a lie. ❝ the purple ones are pretty. just wear those. ❞ an innocent smile formed along dami’s lips. maybe she wasn’t the best to be helping, dami was really just good support.
❝ what's so important about what kind of underwear you're wearing anyway? you got a hot date?? ❞ a eyebrow raised as her expression changed from apologetic for not being of help, to genuinely curious if there was a reason for this madness. dami sure as hell knew she wouldn't be going through this amount of decisions for nothing.
lilac dreams.
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wtcjeongguk:
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while he busies himself with another order, he can’t help glancing over to the girl and watching her concentrate. his fingers tap a rhythm on the counter, shifting repeatedly as he pushes on his tip toes to see what she’s working on. after at least five minutes of work, jeongguk lets his voice slip through. “dami-ssi? are you– are you handling everything okay?”
it’s not as if he doubts she can do it; she most certainly could, it’s just that there’s a lot on that order and jeongguk wants to make sure he’s not overwhelming her.
☄ THE young witch didn’t realize when she spoke to herself while she worked. it was a tick she was never able to rid herself of. her mother would always think she was asking her questions or conversing with her while she was putting her potions together before the incantation. so was this the reason why jeongguk was asking her only five minutes into their work if she was handling everything okay? her eyebrows furrowed together, focus now stripped from her work and to the male she worked alongside with. she tried so hard not to be annoyed, did he not trust her?
she let out a breath, plastering the fakest smile she could before responding to him, ❝ yes, jeongguk-ssi, i’m handling everything fine. ❞ it was a shame really, how difficult it was for dami to work with others. she knew jeongguk meant well, and dami was still new to the shop. he had every right to worry. but perhaps it would have just been better with them working together and him telling her what to do, maybe then he could earn her trust. he really didn't have to worry, she knew when to ask the right questions and she knew when to not take lead when she didn't feel comfortable. but she knew that it'll take time. hoseok always say to be patient; it was just a shame dami was so bad at the concept.
she looked back down to her list of ingredients, her head tilting a moment trying to understand what it was asking for. ❝ actually... hey, jeongguk-ssi, could you look at this? i don’t think i’ve heard of this ingredient before. ❞
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wtcnaeun:
☆・゜ ingredients of the occult are THICK in atmosphere, clogging her senses with wafts of ginger here or whirls of hemlock root there. if she centralizes her perceptions, naeun can block out the more.. fascinating constituents in favour of the better smelling artifacts. the rich scent of rosewater, the herbaceous aroma of thyme. not all components of a witches’ brew are truly heinous, it seems. still, she was entirely unaware there were such things as.. magical supermarkets. witch costco ? how peculiar.
perhaps she’s not as exposed to the community as she thought.
sparing a glimpse at the list she’s been dispatched with, naeun notes the final product. pickled toad ? archaic, naturally, and entirely appalling. nonetheless she reaches forward, ready to pluck the bottle from its hold. a grimace is present, pulling her lips down in an unruly frown. within its murky waters she can see its eyes, staring at her. SURELY its dead ?
her truth is found in the most horrid of ways, as someone backs into her with just enough force to have the bottle slipping betwixt her fingers. the descent is in slow motion —- it hits the ground with an impact that shatters the glass, spewing pickled juice every which way (but mostly across her legs). and the toad, to her surprise, CROAKS once and hops out of sight.
“oh— the smell.” a retch pulls itself from her throat, guttural and acidic. “you made me drop it ! ” // @wtcdami ! ̖́-
☄ HER fingers unfolded the paper jeongguk had given her. she didn’t mind running errands to grab more materials for their orders in the shop, but g o d the boy needed better handwriting. it also didn’t help there was an inconvenient coffee stain as a result of her spilling her americano on it before she left.
she hadn’t been to the store before, it was jeongguk’s job usually, but they were short and dami wanted to go that time. she perused each aisle, familiarizing herself with what items were where while simultaneously grabbing what she needed from the list.
dami’s eyes squinted at the paper, struggling to read one particular item. she focused on that and not where she was going. and it wasn’t until she felt someone behind her followed by shattering glass and a foul smell.
she turned to see the aftermath, covering her nose with the back of her hand as she was immediately accused for the incident. dami didn’t like being accused of anything. ❝ excuse me..? ❞ her eyebrow raised in question, ❝ i didn’t make you drop anything. maybe you ran into me and your buttery fingers caused you to drop it. ❞
- ̗̀ toil and trouble ̖́-
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wtcxryuji:
ryuji frowned up at the female, unsure of what he should do. words failed him most of the time, but the few words he had wee not enough to get her to stop, so the least he could do was to make sure she wouldn’t fall.
when she yelled at him, he jumped out of instinct. he never liked it when people yelled at him. he took a few steps forward before he reached out, being careful. he grabbed her legs and despite his size, lifted her up easily with a small grunt.
he wasn’t sure what the big deal was or why she was doing it, but he hoped it was worth it in the end. this was definitely not what he wanted to do on his day off, but he hoped she got what she wanted out of it.
☄ DAMI was surprised the male helped her so quickly after her little outburst. she just hoped he didn’t leave after he pushed her further into the tree. she hoisted her leg over the branch, scooting herself closer to the flower she initially came for. careful fingers plucked the flower from its resting spot, placing it carefully in the pouch that hung at her hip.
getting down seemed to be easier when she had control of where she was going. legs positions on the trunk of the tree, she slid herself down, wiping her hands to rid of the dirt and bark on her jeans.
a hand raised to give a short wave to the boy that helped her, paying no mind for the moment, ❝ thanks for the help~ see you never, probably. ❞ her words were quick, already on her way to exit the park. however, she didn’t make it very far before she let out a small huff and turned back around. she was trying to be nicer. ❝ or uh.. you hungry? i’ll buy you breakfast for helping me not break my arm today. ❞
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wtcjongin:
@wtcdami
there’s no spell in existence with enough power to dispel the rain-cloud over jongin’s shoulders, the lightning strikes through his system down to the soles of his shoes uncontrollable, inexorable; he is a magnet for misfortune. he knows this is the real curse his mother left him to wander the globe with, her final evil atrocity, her last yank on the chain around his neck, the last blow, that he should live and die with this thirst in his throat yawning too wide to let him breathe, to tight to let him swallow. he can only suffocate on his own terror, drown himself in his addictions, and there is no hold out for this affliction, there is no cure. there is no cure.
but despite most of his sparsely earned money going to anyone and everyone who can help him find more blood to feed his vampire half, he does occasionally frequent other stores in the area, other needs requiring attendance. he never carries much with him, never has much to carry anyway, but he slips into the store on the corner with the shadow over his face as though he had nothing to pay for the items he wants, as though like a thief. perhaps he’s becoming too used to that sort of lifestyle, despite his need to pull away from it.
he collects a few items and meanders towards the front desk, not necessarily to pay just yet, but because of the plethora of items in shelves from floor to ceiling just behind the counter line. he tries to ignore the eyes of the girl who spots him, her darkened vibes not anything he’s willing to deal with today. he’d wanted to avoid dami, but luck and karma are never on his side. “you look particularly angry today, dami, what’s the matter? the devil wouldn’t let you sit on the throne anymore?”
☄ IT was a miracle that dami had a job. she wasn’t the greatest with people in general, but she really did her best when she was at work. that being said, there were still some people that irked her; one of those people being jongin. she had only met him once or twice maybe, she couldn’t remember because she tried to pay him no mind, but sometimes it was hard with just how annoying he was to her. perhaps it was the way he spoke to her, or just the mere fact she couldn’t stand him, but she really didn’t care. she definitely disliked him.
it was a blessing that jeongguk was out running a couple of errands for the moment, because now dami didn’t have to watch what she said.. well not as much as she usually does. the tension between the two of them was ready to snap at any moment, dami, watching the male closely as he roamed throughout the store; she was ready to pounce. metaphorically, of course. dami only started fights. she never finished them.
his voice pierced her eardrums, the insult resonating with her. she could feel the irritation
b o i l in her stomach. her teeth chewing at her bottom lip, just trying to keep herself quiet. like that was going to happen. the fakest of smiles grew upon her lips, eyes never leaving the male as he moved closer with his items. ❝ you’re lucky i haven’t called pest control to come confiscate the snake that walked in ten minutes ago. ❞
battered shorelines
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╯unlikely hero
@wtcten
☄ DAMI’S pace was slow, leisurely strolling through the park on her way back from her late afternoon class. she pondered more over what she was going to have for dinner rather than the information she needed to know about a test she had in a couple of days. her teeth chewed at her bottom lip, an annoyed tick she never seemed to be able to get rid of. the amount of people that decided to walk through the park on a tuesday afternoon was too much for dami to be comfortable with.
she opted to take the back way through the park, an area no pedestrian dared to go because of the unkempt trees and shrubbery. she hummed out of tune to the music that played through the earbuds in her ears as she walked, her hands gripping to the straps of her backpack.
there was a sudden disruption in the air, the sound of loud laughing somewhere near. it wasn’t just one person, there had to be multiple with how the noise penetrated through the music that was playing rather loudly. and whatever it was.. it didn’t sound good.
peering around the corner, between a few trees, a couple of larger guys picking on some other poor guy who looked like he was probably on the verge of crying. her nose scrunched as she walked over, she was about to make it her business.
❝ bullying is so old school. let me hit you with a ‘why don’t you pick on someone your own size’. ❞ the sarcasm in dami’s voice was heavy, making sure she showed no fear when she approached. she wasn’t going to let these guys push her around too. she could tell that they weren’t going to exactly make this easy for her, but as long as she could take the attention of the initial victim, she was okay with whatever was going to happen.
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❝ two shots ❞ of vodka
@wtchyunbin
☄ TO be completely honest, dami wasn’t planning on going out, nor was she planning on drinking as much as she did. oh well. a red solo cup was held between thin fingers, filled to the top and poured with a heavy hand. her body moved lazily to the beat of the music; a wonder, really, that the party hadn’t been shut down yet. she perused the crowd, not really knowing many people, some were faces she recognized from university, some probably just friends of the host.
she couldn’t really deny that she was more than a little drunk, but it was a party and she didn’t like to waste her own booze. her ear’s perked at the whispers she always liked to hear at parties. a signification of shit talking that can really get a party going. but it wasn’t so much shit talking as opposed to just rumors about a guy who seemed to be sitting in a corner by himself.
half lidded eyes trailed to the direction they spoke, vision trying to stabilize as she listened to the rumors of him being a tattoo artist, but some people think it’s just a scam to look interesting and fit in. ❝ if you’re gonna tell rumors, at least make them sound interesting.. ❞ she muttered mostly to herself as she pushed herself off the wall she didn’t realize she was leaning on.
normally she wouldn’t waste her time talking to a guy at a party, but the rest of the party was boring.. and now she was itching for a tattoo. she sat, rather heavily, on the sofa beside him. there was silence between them as she figured out how to word what she was going to ask. ❝ why come to a party and drink by yourself? don’t you have friends? ❞ no. that wasn’t it, not even close. ❝ wait.. no that’s not why i’m here. this party kinda blows, and i’m looking to get a tattoo. is it true that’s what you do? ❞ she didn’t really know if her efforts at a smile were successful, but at least she was trying.
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Dami just get’s more powerful ©
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wtcxryuji:
ryuji frowned at the female, his head tilting to the side slightly at her comment. it was rude when he was trying to show concern. it was just his nature to worry. if she did fall and scrapped something, he could easily offer to heal her in the least. however, he doubted she would accept it after the attitude she was giving.
however, it wasn’t enough for ryuji to just walk away. instead, he walked closer, stopping just a few feet away. his arms wrapped around himself as he watched her. he wasn’t quite sure what she was doing and he didn’t feel too compelled to ask. if he didn’t have to waste his breath, he wasn’t going to. there was also the chance she wasn’t going to tell him away.
he didn’t see any reason to reply at all. he would just watch and make sure. she wouldn’t listen to reason, but it was evident she wasn’t going to. so he’d wait.
☄ THE young girl was sure the stranger would leave the moment she displayed the lack of concern for herself. as she started back up the tree, she could still feel the gaze upon her back which only caused her to roll her eyes. with every step she took back up the tree, she grumbled complaints to herself how ‘some people are so nosy’, and ‘why would he just stand there in silence?’; but needless to say, the witch was annoyed.
she took a short glance behind her too see him still there, however it was a mistake on her part. she misplaced her footing, it was bound to happen, though she managed to wrap her arms around a limb of the tree. the irritated witch dangled there, eyes meeting with the stranger.
❝ why are you just s t a n d i n g there?! if you’re going to take the time to stand there after lecturing me about safety, at least help me! ❞ in the midst of her panic, she caught glimpse of a purple flower that had almost a glowing aura around it. that was it. ❝ or better yet.. give me a boost up! ❞ it didn’t take her long before she started to delegate orders to the other, at least hoping he’d listen to her and not just leave her there.
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wtcxryuji:
ryuji found changwon an interesting place; neither bad nor good. it was just interesting. it was a safe haven for people like him, witches. it seemed odd for someone who was basically tortured by his witch parents to seek solace in such a place, but the raven circle promised to protect him and train him, as did the family he used to live with.
he had the day off from work which meant he didn’t need to get to the bar until tomorrow night and he didn’t have to perform this week. one of his bandmates went back to japan for the week to see his family for the new year. basically, he didn’t have much to do. because of that, he had plenty of time to walk around, something he did when his mind needed to wonder.
his arms crossed over his chest, he walked down the paths of the park. his eyes didn’t focus on much, trying to avoid any type of communication with passerbys. however, seeing someone hovering in the area, he suddenly felt worried. he didn’t have any psychic abilities, but he saw the way she sort of shook, as if she was standing on boxes and it was ready to give out.
instinct took over and the small voice he had spilled out, “Stop! What you’re doing will only hurt you!”
☄ DAMI was determined to get this flower, however she might have been in store for more pain than success. her reach between each limb of her body just wasn’t enough for dami’s progress; but that wasn’t going to stop her so easily. the support beneath her looked ready to cave beneath her weight. she could feel her legs begin to wobble, her muscles tensing instantly.
but the fact she almost fell wasn’t what made her heart almost stop; it was the sudden voice in that early morning silence that did it. she thought she was alone, no one had been by in the time she had been there. why was there someone there now. . .
the voice wasn’t that strong, but it was enough to annoy her and pause what she was doing. steadily, she let herself off, unsuccessful of her initial goal, but now having to deal with the stranger. arms crossing in front of her chest, she raised an eyebrow, ❝ sorry.. ❞ she started, her apology insincere, ❝ i didn’t realize the boy scouts were on patrol this early in the morning. ❞
a fake smile appearing on her lips, she turned her attention back to the tree, waving the other off, ❝ i’m fine, i know what i’m doing. besides.. you don’t know me, so why do you care if what i’m doing’s gonna get me hurt or not? ❞
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wtcjeongguk:
when he’s in one of his moods, it’s hard for him to focus on everything else. he doesn’t take note of how he sounds, doesn’t take note about anything that’s going on around him. when his aunt gives him the list of the day– chores and items that need to be done, created– he’s only focusing on that, and nothing else.
it’s an awful habit, really. so as he’s spewing off everything off the list to dami, he doesn’t think of anything of it. he speaks and he speaks, words going a mile a minute, even his busan satoori slipping into his tone as he doesn’t lift his eyes from the paper. he only stops, freezes mid-word when she interrupts, head snapping up to stare at her.
“ah, sorry. um–” his cheeks tinge red; he’s worked by himself for so long it’s hard to shift into having someone else there to help. he clears his throat, eyes flickering down to the list in his hand. tongue swping over is lower lip, he shakes his head.
“it’s okay. no need to apologize. i should be more considerate of you, dami-ssi.” he gives her a hesitant smile, ducking his head. “i can write down exactly what you need to do? you can do it however you like, there just has to be some ingredients specific to the order, okay?”
he doesn’t wait for an answer, scrounging around the work-desk for a piece of paper. dilligently, he sribbles down the order, eyes moving between the two papers as his tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration. once done, he tosses the writing utensil to the side, and shoots back up, spinning on his heel to hand the list to her.
“is this better?” his wide eyes stare at her. “i can help you too if need be.”
☄ JEON jeongguk was trying, dami could tell by the the way he reacted to her sudden interruption. he did seem to just get carried away, but she didn’t blame him since he was put in charge of the entire shop. any mistakes made would immediately place blame on him. she almost felt bad for acting so annoyed... almost. glad that jeongguk was at least trying to compromise made her feel respected.
she took the list from him, glancing it over intently, careful not to miss anything. she’d rather ask her questions now than have to waste her time in the middle of a potion, and sometimes there wasn’t time to ask questions. her head bobbed in a slow, but continuous nod as she reached the end of the paper, her gaze soon returning to the male.
❝ hm.. your handwriting kinda sucks, but i can work with this. ❞ she started, already starting to set up her station while noting the most important steps or ingredients between each order she’d work on. ❝ i guess if you want.. you can work close by.. just in case i need help. will that work for you? ❞
dami had her own way of working that was best for her. she could still produce the same quality products, but sometimes her approaches were.. different. that was the only reason she didn’t want jeongguk working too close to her. the last thing she needed was him interrupting her and correcting her work. the young witch wasn’t stupid, if she was unsure, she’d ask for help; she just hoped he trusted her.
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[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.
☄ THIS was what annoyed her most about honestly anyone. it wasn’t so much the fact that he spent the night, but rather the fact that she found him in her room, asleep in her closet. she didn’t want to wake up that next morning, hungover and terrified of who the hell was in her closet. so she stood there, determining whether or not she wanted the heavy responsibility of death on her hands. irritated fingers clenched the shirt of the irrisponsible male in her closet, using all of the strength she could muster, while also battling a headache from hell, pulling him out of her room to get at least into the living room, speaking in between each pull. ❝ what.. the fuck... were you doing... in my closet?! ❞
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[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.
☄ DAMI wasn’t sorry that she pressed the emergency stop on the elevator. she just was a little sorry that the girl whom shared the elevator with her had to be a part of it. dami would do anything to get prove a point to her step brother, and at that moment, trapping herself in the elevator just to show that she could make her own decisions was how she’d prove that point.
she knew it was a little over the top and she could potentially get into trouble for it, but she really could care less. a seemingly sweet smile stretched on her lips as she looked to the girl across from her. ❝ sorry that you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.. but i have a point to prove and we aren’t going to be getting out of here for at least fifteen minutes. ❞
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