Perhaps it was just her, but Jieun saw a lot of Baekhyun throughout the next couple of days. At first, she didn't really think much of it. He did came through the front door, and not the window, quipped with a good reason as well. However, quickly after that, when she first accepted him into the small apartment and offered him tea, he came back. And again, and again, to the extent that Jieun wondered if he was truly visiting her to check up on her. She quickly discarded the idea just as soon as it came, and only tuned in to the one-sided conversation that filled in the silence. The ninth day, he brought flowers. Jieun accepted them, but only set the stems of purple and yellow aside a second later. "What is it today, Bakehyun?" With each upcoming day, Jieun found it harder and harder not to add '-ssi' every time she spoke his name. …show more content…
"Nothing. I just thought that I should visit you." His dark brown eyes examined the room thoughtfully. "Chanyeol really shouldn't leave a helpless girl alone." His eyes slid onto her, and Jieun paused her movements, her eyes, wide, staring back. "What if something happens?" "N-nothing will." Backing away, she stumbled on a book that sat harmlessly on the ground. Breathing out, she picked the book up, before straightening herself. Long fingers plucked the book from her grasp, and Baekhyun flipped through the pages, wearing a expression of nonchalant. "This is Chanyeol's book, most likely." He muttered. "I doubt you'll read something so childish." With a sudden burst of ire, Jieun pulled the book back into her arms. "This is Chanyeol's favorite book." She stated, and walked away, setting it on a nearby
" AHA FOUND IT " she walks over to me and shows me the page she was looking at. It 's a page about eye colors and their spiritual meaning but nothing about black eyes with blue pupils. I sigh and I hand it back to her, I grab my cloak and I put my hood back on.
“I wouldn’t do a thing like that. Why would I do a thing like that?” she said.
“this is going to be a treasure” Kristina stated from the other side of the room
"I wouldn't do that. Póilín, ciúin!" Póilín stopped his growling and Seth looked confused again.
happens all the time, but she exited her room to see what was going on. Once she
“Good luck with that,” Daniel's voice slightly sarcastic and he turned back around, going back to his sketchbook. Daniel hoped she would leave, abandon her quest to find a book in the Special Collection gallery and go back to her dorm, leaving him alone in his own thoughts once
“Well, here’s to the lion,” Wilson said. He smiled at me again. I didn’t smile back, I just turned my head to study
"Anyways, there's actually a reason I came here." Coraline explained. "Not just for entertainment. Something...weird happened inside my apartment."
Izaya...?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door. When he didn't answer, you invited yourself in. You'd never been in the male's room before and it was surprisingly simple for such a complex man such as Izaya. "Awww he's asleep!" you thought to yourself. He looked like an angle, pale face and all!
Have you ever wondered if somewhere in this world there was a special place where magical things can happen? If so you were right all along. Except when you enter that magical world everything will not only be happy…. There is that one side of dark magic that you never want to see…. And, I, myself experienced that that side.
“You know very well why that wouldn’t be a good idea,” Morgan said. She murmured a spell, pulled on a book, and one of the shelves moved. Morgan quickly slipped in, and set her books down on a desk in the small study behind the bookcase, before slipping back out again, and closing the shelf. “Now shush, she can’t hear you talk.”
“Whatever dude. Don’t even know why you’re burying em,” Scott brooded, leafing through the pages of Lycanthropy and You before something caught his eye and he started smiling with amusement at one of the pages.
She hadn't even locked the back door when that man arrived. She heard his call ringing from behind the door in the kitchen:
When the night is dark, filled with all trouble. If like everything was going down hill, there is nothing that we can possible do. But, when there was almost no hope, a hero arise. As he portals the streets and fights enemies who come along. But, this isn’t the end of something. It’s just the start.
“Uh, yeah. The blue one?” He responded to confirm which book I had been pointing at.