look around, watch closely, see the despair human already participated, it's not much of a difference anymore. LEt is go, your lifetime after death.
When you hear the rooster crow three times at midnight, it´s time time to make your wish, dear.
Don´t fear the evil, since it´s already a part of you.
I can be your immortal future, I can be your spell,
I can be your INCANTATIO †
I am not a men if big words, jet I believe I should have said this earlyer.
Some may see that I am not aktive here for some weeks. It has diffrent reason BUT non of them are regarding the amazing people I meet here.
To make it short, I as a Demon 3rd row, will no longer come here. If you still what to keep in contact you may search for my other half. The mun would be happy if some still want to interact with a other FC.
If not, I totally understand BUT please don’t stop smiling, never give up and be yourself! All of you deserve the best and nothing less.
May the Evil be with you,
Ore like human say,
May God bless you.
Your sincerly,
TAECYEON
YOUR spell
millslady-deactivated20160509:
“We are all the pieces of what we remember.
We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears
of those who love us.
As long as there is love and memory,
there is no true loss.”
yellow-buds-of-may: Tango Maureen scene from Rent (2005 American musical drama film directed by Chris Columbus).
“Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts. For it is no mere translation or abstraction of life. It is life itself.” -Henry Havelock Ellis
The fear is mounting.
You’re running as fast as you can down a white hallway
There are other footsteps behind you, but those aren’t the ones you are afraid of.
Your heart is about to beat out of your chest when someone slams into you. You scream.
“Oh my god! I thought you were him!” you yell at Lee Joon. He grabs your hand and pulls you down another hallway. “Let’s hide in one of these offices!” he suggests.
“No way! Wait, what happened to Nichkh-“ you’re cut off by an intercom system announcing Nichkhun’s demise.
“Oh no…that means… it’s just me and you left. We have to separate to better our chances!” you say to him, but what you’re really thinking is that you don’t want to be stuck with Joon in this situation (poor Joon).
Then you hear it.
The bells.
You both gasp and book it to a stairwell. Joon goes up and you go down. The bells are above you, but they seem to be fading. Going onto the second floor you haul it down the hallway and choose a dark office at random. The room is lined with cubicles, so you chose a desk to shimmy under to take refuge.
The intercom comes to life to tell you Lee Joon is no longer with you.
After a few minutes you relax your breathing and notice your assigned cameraman is missing.
You are truly alone and forgot to lock the door.
You scramble out from beneath the desk and quickly make it to the door, but as you’re about to lock it you hear them.
The bells.
Not wanting to give away where you are, you decided not to touch the door because you are positive he can hear the click of the lock. You back away slowly as you hear other rooms being checked.
You try to make your way back to the desk when the door opens. Turning on your heel you see a figure in the doorway, the light from the hallway illuminating his daunting frame.
He shuts the door, turns on the light and begins to chuckle a bit, celebrating his victory early. You begin muttering pleas to spare you, even though you’re the only one left. The deafening sound of jingle bells ring through your ears as he takes steps towards you. You’ve backed yourself into a wall. His strong arms slither behind your back and you do your best to defend yourself (which means you feebly writhe around and whine).
KRRRZZCCCCSSSSHHH.
He lets you go and dances waving your name tag in your face.
“Oh yeah! You thought you could hide, huh?” he smiles at you. “Well hold on, where’s your cameraman?” he looks around confused and adorable, “Where’s mine?”
He rests his hands on his hips and shakes his head. You take this short opportunity to take in some of his body; his broad shoulders, crazy powerful thighs, chest straining his shirt everytime he takes a breath.
He says something to you, snapping you out of your ooglefest. “Whu-what?”
“Are you okay?” he cocks his head to the side, curly hair falling into his eyes. He moves a lil closer to you and places the back of his hand on your forehead. “You feel a little hot.”
“No no, I’m fine… I’m just a bit ya know…” his hand moved to cup your face.
“Are you sure?” his face is centimeters from yours. You mind is going blank and your heart is about to implode. Why was this happening, you were just running from him and now his other hand has found a place on your hip.
You try to say something, but trip over your words. He smiles at your nervous demeanor and pulls your body against his, taking your lips into his and you’re just like fuggin fuuuuuuaaaaahahhhahhahhaaaahhhhhhhhhk.
It gets hot and heavy very quick. You know people are looking for the two of you so there is no time to waste. Leaving your clothing mostly on, the two of you make it to the floor.
He pulls off your pants and you get his stuff out. His thrusts are powerful and rhythmic, jingle bells keeping the time. He grunts into the crook of your neck and leaves lil kisses in there too.
Your hands find their way under his shirt to experience that masterpiece of a body.
He’s sweaty and glorious and you never want it to end. He closely listens to how you react to the small changes he makes in his positions when looking for your sweet spot. And when he finds it (cause he totes will) prepare yourself for a momentous orgasm. Like fireworks going off and unicorns riding rainbows and shit kinda thing.
After you, he finishes up. He grabs your panties and pants for you and after you put them on, he scoops you up into his man arms to give you a sweet kiss.
He bends back down to pick up your discarded name tag and puts it back in it’s place and embraces you once more.
“Well as much as I would love to stay in this room, I think we’re gonna have to do it again.”
“Do what again?” you ask (hoping the answer is more sex). He takes your hand and leads you to the door, which he opens, smiles and says
“I’ll give you a 15 second head start.”
You haul ass down the hallway screaming.
