blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
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blue tea
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
HE STOOD OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE, staring ahead with a deadpan expression. His lips curling into a downward scowl despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. He despised first days as much as he despised socializing.
The blue-eyed male contemplated the mess he was in. He wondered if he could walk away with no one noticing. It had only been a year since he began this hellish ride of college to perfect his powers. Only a year, huh? It seemed longer than that.
His heart clenched at the surfacing memories. His inner wolf snarling at the reminder. The male promptly shoving them to the back of his mind to collect cobweb. Really fucking need to stop that. He scowled. Damn memories. He could go for a drink. The male huffed. He doubted they had alcohol on this damn campus. Not that would deter him in sneaking some by the dozen.
Fucking hell. He didnโt want to be here. He didnโt. He didnโt need the damn reminders, but no matter where he turned he could still picture them as if nothing happened. His stomach churned. An inaudible whine slipping past ivory-hued lips.
His fingers curled into fists, creating crescent-shaped indents in the calloused flesh, the pressure amplifying the longer he stood there. It was unavoidable. The amount of pressure would eventually break skinโit had. Mason didnโt seem to notice save for the coppery stench flooding his nostrils.
That did it. Mason jerked out of his thoughts, blinking several times to observe the damage done to his palms. It wasnโt the worst pain. The steady pulse of his heartbeat is noted down to the beads of blood dotting the surface, smearing across his palms. He sighed. Damnit. He hadnโt realized until it now. Fucking great. What elseโAzure paused. He didnโt need to be jinxing himself. Fuck no. He had enough shit on his plate as it is.
He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his black ripped jeans, fiddling with the fraying strands along the seams. The panda of his fingers rubbing the material absently. A notion that calmed the male, quenching his bundling nerves. He sighed. His shoulders slumping in defeat. Damnit. He could tell the year was already going to be shitty. Just my luck.
He knew the universe was laughing at his misfortunes. If they were physical people, Mason no doubt would flip them off.
Mason sighed through his nose, shaking his head. He wondered where Yuhwa and Kavan wereโno doubt somewhere on campus. Fucking great. He supposed he could visit his dorm room until class started.
The male hadnโt been looking forward to classes. A closed room full of idiots? No fucking thank you. Heโd rather be anywhere else but here. Yeah. He wanted to better his control on his powers, but the aspect of having to deal with other people shoved in a classroom? Not ideal.
He felt a shiver go down the lengths of his spine. His fingers curling into the fresh cuts of his palm drawing blood that trickled downward, dripping down his knuckles. His inner wolf whined at the onslaught of pain; to which, Mason ignored.
It wasnโt a long walk to the dorms, having memorized the route. He could do it with his eyes closed if he wanted too.
Despite the short walk, it allowed his thoughts to wander. Thoughts of his impending doom of an uncertain future. He doubted heโd survive long enough to see himself become a hero.
The raven-haired male followed along the corridor until he reached his room. It hadnโt been long since he had seen his dorm room, arriving earlier to set up everything, which โฆ wasnโt much.
Heโd only returned to grab a few things from his hole-in-the-wall apartment when he couldnโt be on campus. It wasnโt much. Barely anything there to even call it home.
Mason let out a puff of breath, shaking his head. When did he get this depressed? A low rumble vibrated deep within his chest, traveling to resonate within the back of his throat. Damn.
The male paid no mind to anyone near, slipping inside his dark room. He left the door ajar, keeping his panic of inclosed spaces subdued. He would not have a damn panic attack this early in the semester. Fuck no. He wasnโt that pathetic.
Masonโs blue hues scanned the room. Its palette comprised blacks and varying shades of blue. There were a handful of blankets and pillows scattered about. A half-formed nest sitting on top of his bed with varying clothing of Kavanโs and the others heโd accumulated over the years, even if they didnโt smell like them anymore. It brought some comfort to the wolf, even if it wasnโt much.
There wasnโt much. He never had much to begin with. He was fine with that. He had the important things. Thatโs all that mattered. Besides. He doubted heโd be sleeping in his room tonight. His boyfriendโMason flinched. Fuck.
Kavan usually dragged him away to his room for the few weeks of college starting. It was a tradition. The nightmares were always the worst. The two able to wake the other in case, comforting one another. It was practical. Saved a hell of a lot of time trying to explain to a bunch of idiots why he was knocking on their doors at 2AM to see if they were alright. Fuck. That was embarrassing.
Mason flopped onto the messy bed, surrounding my lingering scents of home. How long did he have? His blue-colored hues flickered to stare at his phone he tossed onto the bed, noting the time. He still had time.
With that, Mason tossed an arm over his eyes, allowing darkness to encompass his vision. Heโd get up in a few minutes to head to class. If he was late? Oh, fucking well.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
i don't want to forgot our memories. i just want to remember them without any pain. is that too much to ask? am i not strong enough? is that it? guess i really am pathetic.
a knife? are you
THE AUBURN-HAIRED MALE flashed a smile towards a few classmates that lined the halls, waiting to head to their first class of the day. His chocolate-colored hues tinged with crimson glanced down at the watch adoring his wrist, noting the time. He had plenty of time left.
Kavan glanced up to the people surrounding him, their voices nothing more than background music. He offered a wave to the small ground. โSorry, sweetcheeks. Iโve gotta dash.โ He pivoted, heading towards the dorms.
It took longer than expected. The male overwhelmed by the amount of people running up to him to say hello. When did he get so โฆ popular? His lips quirked downward, quickly returning to an eased smile. He didnโt mind the attention ( much ), but it made it hard to get to the dorms at a decent time.
He sighed, reaching to drag a hand through auburn-hued hair. He hurried along the corridor towards his room, glimpsing into Masonโs room. His lips quirked in a smile at the sight of his boyfriend.
He didnโt waste time slipping inside the room, minding the ajar door knowing well enough that the raven-haired male couldnโt stand being closed in. Kavan was the sameโin a way. โHey there, blue-eyes! Howโs it going sweetcheeks?โ He called. His tone soothing, rumbling deep within his chest.
He sat next to the other, hand reaching out to thread through raven-hued locks, humming at the softness to it. โYouโve been eating?โ He leaned forward to bump his forehead against the other in a silent gesture of โI love you.โ
The raven-haired male groaned, arm sliding off to reveal azure-colored hues. Kavan grinned. โHey there.โ His thumb brushed over Masonโs long lashes, grinning as the male leaned into the touch. โTired?โ Mason huffed. He snickered at the notion.
He shifted, poking the maleโs cheek with a snicker. โItโs almost time for our first class.โ He leaned to press a quick kiss to the maleโs temple. โDonโt be late, blue-eyes. Iโll grab your stuff and meet you there.โ Kavan rumbled.
The male pushed up, and off the bed, arms raising above his head in a quick stretch. He didnโt bother the other after that. Kavan hurrying alone to grab Mason an extra outfit while tossing in whatever items he thought were necessary for the day. It didnโt take long, slinging the black bag over his shoulder. โCatch you later blue-eyes.โ
The light-skinned male shifting to offer Kavan a wave. The auburn-haired male offered a cheeky grin in return. Kavan slipped out into the corridor, heading towards his room; only a few doors down.
It didnโt take long to slip inside. The male quick to set down Masonโs bag to gather his own stuff. He paused, staring at the photo frame on his night table. His lips quirked into a grimace, unlike his usual charismatic smile.
He turned around, slipping his outfit into his bag, slinging both bags over his shoulder with ease. He rolled his shoulders, glancing down at his shoes with a subtle grin. He wondered what today would bring. He sure as hell hoped it wouldnโt be a disaster, but given Masonโs lack of enthusiasm? Kavan knew the other had already deemed the day shitty.
He laughed lightly at that. Thatโs blue-eyes for you. He thought cheekily. Always the pessimist. Kavan didnโt blame him. Not really. He dragged a hand through auburn-hued hair, ruffling the soft locks. Better get going. He slipped out of the comforts of his room and into the open corridor.
He should check on Yuhwa. Kavan huffed. He wondered how Yuhwa survived this long. He snorted at the thought, shaking his head. Why ask when he already knew the answer?
The male glided down the corridor with grace, hands stuffed in his pockets despite the two bags slung off his shoulders. It didnโt seem to change his gait. The weight of both bags bringing comfort to the dragon.
It didnโt take long to spot Yuhwa talking animatedly to another student who bobbed their head with excited chips slipping past their lips. He chuckled, walking up to the two with a charismatic grin. โHey there, beautiful.โ He called to Yuhwa. The male winking at the other whoโs face bled red, squeaking behind his hand.
Yuhwa glanced up, grinning up at the taller male with a happy chirp in greetings. Kavan reached to ruffle Yuhwaโs long locks with a keen. The dragon bumping his shoulder with the smaller male. โClass starting soon.โ He reminded the energetic fox. โSee you, pretty boy!โ He called over his shoulder, heading off towards his first class with Mason.
He hummed, offering a few people a charismatic grin in silent greetings. Some heโd offer a wave, but otherwise, the majority kept to their groups as he walked the halls. It was peaceful, in a way. It was a welcoming buzz that kept him far from his loud thoughts and panic that bubbled beneath the surface.
He was the ever-so perfectionist for escape plans, having already walked the entire campus several times prior to school starting. It was a nervous habit. One he couldnโt get rid of, not that he wanted to give up the nervous tick. It calmed his over chaotic mind, bringing him comfort in knowing he could get them out without mishap.
It was the one damn thing he was good at. He failed once. He would not fail again, even if he had to destroy himself.
Kavan glanced up, noting he arrived at his first class. His lips thinned into a thin-line, expression void of emotion. Yeah. Nothing would stop him in protecting the people he cared for. Rules be damned.
thoughts speech
flirting with me?
i wasn't strong enough to protect them.
โกcoded by uxieโก
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE ENERGETIC MALE BOUNCED ON the balls of his heel-cladded feet. Heโd been excited to start the new year. Something to take his mind off of things. Kavan and Mason tried, but it wasnโt the same. His head tilted, lips curling into a sad grin. So much has changed. No longer was he surrounded by the people he cherished, left to pick up the shattered pieces while he struggled to stay afloat.
It was hard. Unexpectedly hard, but it made Yuhwa that more determined to become a hero. He refused to be weak. He was smaller than most and his powers terrified people. It was one thing he was so self-conscious about.
He shook his head, banishing those thoughts to the back of his mind. Heโd deal with them later. The male grinned cheekily at the sight of the campus, people bustling about to find their classes and or dorms. It brought a sense of comfort, wrapping itself like a warm, comforting blanket.
He offered the few energetic wave, grinning to those who nodded back. His mocha-colored hues sparkling with mischief and bouts of happiness. He giggled behind his palm, pressed up against his lips.
He glanced around, noting the many unfamiliar faces. His head cocked, humming to himself. His gaze landed on a blond individual pressed up against the side of the school. He blinked. Oh? The male glanced around, brows furrowed. Should he?
He didnโt think for long. The petite male padding towards the shy individual with a soft smile. โHello! Too much, huh?โ He chirped. The long-haired male leaning against the wall beside the other. He couldnโt help but notice the flinch, but decided against saying anything. He let out a low, soothing purr.
The blond relaxed, glancing up from staring at his hands. He grinned at the other weakly. โDonโt force yourself! I can keep up the conversation for the both of us!โ He waved a hand. His lips curled into a bright grin, mocha-colored hues widening.
โHananoami! Welcome to Paragon!โ He cheerfully exclaimed, adding a two-finger salute. It wasnโt his real name, but Yuhwa had always been keen on using his alias. He just didnโt prefer others knowing his name.
The blond grinned, bobbing his head. โY-Yukio!โ He chirped. Yuhwa laughed, pushing off the wall, bouncing on the balls of his feet. โYukio, huh? Cute name! Can I call you Yukkie?โ The long-haired male questioned. The blond nodded.
Yuhwa chirped. โYukkie, it is!โ I should find a nickname for him. His brows furrowed in determination. He reminds me of a kiwi. The male laughedโthe sound inaudible.
โLetโs go over to that tree! Itโs secluded, but Iโm waiting for a friend, wanna come join me?โ He called. His head cocked, watching the other with wide hues. Yukkie paused, twiddling his thumbs nervously. In the end, Yukkie nodded.
He grinned. The male reaching out, offering his hand for the blond to grab. It didnโt take long, fingers curling around Yukkieโs small hands, tugging the blond towards the tree. โI hope we have some classes together! If notโโ He paused, tapping his index finger against his chin. โYou can sit with us before school! Or during lunch! Oh! Study time! Iโm sure Mason and Kavan wouldnโt mind. The more the merrier!โ He rambled. He hadnโt realized he let go until his arms waved animatedly in front of him.
โOops! Sorry.โ He laughed. The male reaching up to rub his nap. Yukkie merely giggled, waving his hand in reassurance. Yuhwa grinned cheekily, bobbing his head.
His head titled at Kavanโs voice. His gaze brightening at the sight of the familiar dragon. He chirped in greetings. He spun around, wrapping his arms around Kavanโs waist. He pulled away, listening to the other with a hum. โAlright! Iโll meet you guys in a bit!โ He called, waving goodbye to the auburn-haired male.
โOh! That was peachโKavan!โ Yuhwa fumbled over his name. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Yukkie nodded, a blush still clear along his cheeks and ears. He snickered. โHandsome, huh?โ He joked.
Yuhwa bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to keep still. His mind wandered, head cocked, watching students move about. He always loved observing people, a tad bit creepy, but not to him. He just enjoyed occupying his mind with worry about others. An unhealthy coping mechanism, but its all Yuhwa could muster.
He felt a tap on his forearm, blinking out of his thoughts. Huh? Oh! Yukkie! โWhatโs the matter Yukkie baby?โ He trilled in concern. Yukkie waved his heads, pointing towards another male. โOh! A friend! Sure! Iโll see you around Yukkie!โ He called. Yuhwa shooed the blond. โHurry! Hurry!โ He giggled.
His gaze wandered. What to do next? He tapped his chin, head cocked in thought. What to do. He wasnโt sure. Yuhwa lips puckered in a pout. Boring! He would have gone to the flower shop not that far away, but he wouldnโt have enough time until first class began, but when did he show up to things earlier?
It seemed no matter what, Yuhwa was always late to things. Wherever he was, trouble followed, even if he wasnโt looking for it.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE HARSH SOUND OF DESKS FLIPPING OVER brought the dark-haired male out of his daze. His blue hues narrowing at the sight with a sneer upon ivory-hued lips. He watched as papers fluttered around them, wasting no time in hurtling himself at the clone, teeth bared to reveal sharp canines. Thereโs no fucking way these assholes got through. He wanted to burst out laughing. The irony was suffocating, leaving the male unaware of the tight grip he had on the cloneโs neck, fingernails sinking into the sensitive flesh of its neck.
He didnโt give the clone a chance to converse, snarling at the panicking students to head to the damn safe room if they knew what was best for them. He had it handled, or as much as he could with their current predicament. Who the fuck let these fuckers in? He grumbled.
His grip tightening around the cloneโs neck, sneering down at its face. โWhat? Cat got your tongue, asshole?โ He snapped. The clone sneered back, fingers grappling around his wrist, drawing bleeding lines, but the dark-haired male paid little mind to it. He dealt with worse things.
Mason let out a rumbling growl that vibrated deep within his chest as his bright blue hues bled midnight. His mood spiraling until he wanted nothing more than to sink his pearly white fangs into the cloneโs neck. He didnโt, of course. Mason wasnโt that cruel, no matter how many people reminded him of how much he was a monster. His nose wrinkled at the thought, shaking his head.
Fucking great. The clone curled his legs, knees tucked against his chest, thrusting the heels of his shoes into the maleโs chest leaving him coughing, blood trickling down to dribble at his chin. Damnit.
He reached to wipe the blood, smearing the crimson hue across his cheek, but the male paid little attention to that. He bared his teeth at the clone who rubbed their neck with an angry grumble. โYou got a good grip there, donโt cha?โ The clone hummed, bouncing back up. Mason snarled.
โFuck you.โ He snapped. Damnit. He really should have been paying more attention, but there was no point in worrying about it more. He fucked up, but learn to deal with the punches. He huffed out a gurgled laugh, shoulders shaking.
โYou insane or somethinโ kid?โ
โ...โ Mason didnโt bother replying, muscles bunching up to spring at the other, socking the clone in the jaw with an uppercut. He didnโt have time to dwell on the sense of pride that bubbled up within his chest at the obvious groan of pain. His fingers curling into a fist to land a punch across the cloneโs right cheek.
He fell into a simple rhythm until things went haywire. He hadnโt realized it at the time until the last second. His body tilting sideways to dodge the oncoming assault, but it did little to protect himself. The harsh kick sent him falling backward, sinewy frame landing with a thud. He let out a series of gruntled grumbles, pulling himself back to his feet to stare at the two clones with identical grins.
His hand reached up to press against his side, pulling back with a quiet hiss at the flare of pain. He doubted his ribs were broken, more likely bruised than anything else. Of course, even if they were broken it wouldnโt stop him. โAssholes.โ He muttered, spitting out blood that splattered the titled flooring. โThatโs the best you can do?โ He taunted the two, knowing damn well he might be signing his death sentence, but the dark-haired male didnโt seem to care.
Mason tensed as the two clones leapt towards his frame, both zipping to attack his sides, but he didnโt give them enough time. The male sending bolts of lightning spiraling out, attacking the duo with vengeance. His lips pulled into a wicked sneer. Time to shine, fuckers. He didnโt waste a second to slam his knee into the cloneโs stomach, twisting around to punch the second square in the face.
The noticeable sound of bone cracking made him flinch, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. Fucking hell. His chest heaved, ignoring the way he could feel his heart pound against his temple.
His eyes of darkened midnight swirled with anger, mind faltering to whether Yuhwa and Kavan were alright. His gut curdling at the thought of losing either of them. His pupils dilating as he watched the clones stumble to their feet. โNot so tough now, huh?โ He quipped. The male igniting in a brilliant flash of blue along his forearms, sending the two stumbling backward.
Mason flashed the two a wolfish grin, ignoring the tingling sensation where the flickering blue danced along his forearms. His canines bared in a wolfish display of dominance, charging at the two, letting out a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat.
The clones tensed, preparing to attack the raven-haired male, but as Mason allowed himself to dip into his animalistic side left the two with little options, but to defend themselves. The haunting smell of singed clothing and burning flesh filled the hallway.
He didnโt give the clone a chance to converse, snarling at the panicking students to head to the damn safe room if they knew what was best for them. He had it handled, or as much as he could with their current predicament. Who the fuck let these fuckers in? He grumbled.
His grip tightening around the cloneโs neck, sneering down at its face. โWhat? Cat got your tongue, asshole?โ He snapped. The clone sneered back, fingers grappling around his wrist, drawing bleeding lines, but the dark-haired male paid little mind to it. He dealt with worse things.
Mason let out a rumbling growl that vibrated deep within his chest as his bright blue hues bled midnight. His mood spiraling until he wanted nothing more than to sink his pearly white fangs into the cloneโs neck. He didnโt, of course. Mason wasnโt that cruel, no matter how many people reminded him of how much he was a monster. His nose wrinkled at the thought, shaking his head.
Fucking great. The clone curled his legs, knees tucked against his chest, thrusting the heels of his shoes into the maleโs chest leaving him coughing, blood trickling down to dribble at his chin. Damnit.
He reached to wipe the blood, smearing the crimson hue across his cheek, but the male paid little attention to that. He bared his teeth at the clone who rubbed their neck with an angry grumble. โYou got a good grip there, donโt cha?โ The clone hummed, bouncing back up. Mason snarled.
โFuck you.โ He snapped. Damnit. He really should have been paying more attention, but there was no point in worrying about it more. He fucked up, but learn to deal with the punches. He huffed out a gurgled laugh, shoulders shaking.
โYou insane or somethinโ kid?โ
โ...โ Mason didnโt bother replying, muscles bunching up to spring at the other, socking the clone in the jaw with an uppercut. He didnโt have time to dwell on the sense of pride that bubbled up within his chest at the obvious groan of pain. His fingers curling into a fist to land a punch across the cloneโs right cheek.
He fell into a simple rhythm until things went haywire. He hadnโt realized it at the time until the last second. His body tilting sideways to dodge the oncoming assault, but it did little to protect himself. The harsh kick sent him falling backward, sinewy frame landing with a thud. He let out a series of gruntled grumbles, pulling himself back to his feet to stare at the two clones with identical grins.
His hand reached up to press against his side, pulling back with a quiet hiss at the flare of pain. He doubted his ribs were broken, more likely bruised than anything else. Of course, even if they were broken it wouldnโt stop him. โAssholes.โ He muttered, spitting out blood that splattered the titled flooring. โThatโs the best you can do?โ He taunted the two, knowing damn well he might be signing his death sentence, but the dark-haired male didnโt seem to care.
Mason tensed as the two clones leapt towards his frame, both zipping to attack his sides, but he didnโt give them enough time. The male sending bolts of lightning spiraling out, attacking the duo with vengeance. His lips pulled into a wicked sneer. Time to shine, fuckers. He didnโt waste a second to slam his knee into the cloneโs stomach, twisting around to punch the second square in the face.
The noticeable sound of bone cracking made him flinch, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. Fucking hell. His chest heaved, ignoring the way he could feel his heart pound against his temple.
His eyes of darkened midnight swirled with anger, mind faltering to whether Yuhwa and Kavan were alright. His gut curdling at the thought of losing either of them. His pupils dilating as he watched the clones stumble to their feet. โNot so tough now, huh?โ He quipped. The male igniting in a brilliant flash of blue along his forearms, sending the two stumbling backward.
Mason flashed the two a wolfish grin, ignoring the tingling sensation where the flickering blue danced along his forearms. His canines bared in a wolfish display of dominance, charging at the two, letting out a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat.
The clones tensed, preparing to attack the raven-haired male, but as Mason allowed himself to dip into his animalistic side left the two with little options, but to defend themselves. The haunting smell of singed clothing and burning flesh filled the hallway.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
i don't want to forgot our memories. i just want to remember them without any pain. is that too much to ask? am i not strong enough? is that it? guess i really am pathetic.
a knife? are you
THE SECOND HE STEPPED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM to walk the familiar route heโd grown accustomed to led to absolute chaos. He had been near the IT room when he noted the green gas seeping from beneath the door. His eyebrows furrowed at sight, leaving him tensed and suspecting someone had slipped through.
He dragged a hand through his air, pulling the door open to see Gizmo sitting on top of the desk with many wires surrounding them. His gaze narrowed at the sight, shutting the door and locking it. He knew well enough that he was locking himself inside with a villain, but the dragon paid no mind to it. He was a threat and Kavan didnโt take so kindly to someone who threatened the people he cared for.
His gaze narrowed, watching the other in dark green go about, lips peeled back into a sneer. He didnโt waste time in lunging forward, but just as he was about to reach the other, Gizmo grinned manically. Shit. He stumbled to the side as a noticeable bang rattled throughout the room to the searing pain blooming across his shoulder blade where a bullet remained lodged into the flesh.
Kavan hissed, hand reaching to clamp down on the bleeding out that send bouts of pain through his nervous system. A low, guttural noise vibration within the back of his throat, showcasing his displeasure and animalistic hues that dilated to vertical slit pupils. Reddish hued scales appeared along his neck and cheek, allowing puffs of smoke to slip past parted lips.
โOh! Oh! Interesting one, arenโt you!?โ The small male cheered, leaning forward, one hand holding the book-turned-gun while holding onto the edge of the desk, tittering back and forth like a child.
Kavan quirked an eyebrow at that, letting out another low, guttural sound that resonated within the room. He held onto his wound, fingernails curling into the sensitive flesh of his shoulder, ignoring the way the blood seeped between his fingers and down his knuckles, pooling around his elbows and finally dripping onto his pant leg. He fought back the whimper that bubbled up, swallowing down the sound with a threatening hiss.
He had to be smart about this. The dragon watching Gizmo with calculating hues, muscles pulled taunt. His mind whirled in a brilliant dance of fire, gaze hardening in determination. His lips quirked into a charismatic grin, flashing his elongated fangs. โSmart one, arenโt you sweetcheeks?โ He rumbled, voice velvety smooth like satin binding along a blanketโs edge. โMind telling me why your here?โ It was a useless attempt, but some villains werenโt the brightest, nor were some heroes, but Kavan wouldnโt voice that out loud.
Gizmo let out a quiet ah-ha, twirling the gun with his first finger. โSmooth talker, aye?โ The small man grinned, giggling. โMy friend, you are in for a treat!โ Gizmo swayed side to side, grinning. Yeah. That doesnโt sound good. He winced. The pain in his shoulder intensifying, pounding in time with each strum of his heart palpitating harshly against his sternum.
He drew in a steely breath, watching the other go about the others, gaze narrowing. Why are they even here? He still couldnโt wrap his head around it. He wasnโt even sure it was a smart choice to attack a school filled with bustling students with powers. Are they that stupidโKavan huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course.
He didnโt waste any time in allowing heat to trickle into his palm, watching as a snake grew from its flickering depths. His lips quirked into a cheeky grin, watching in satisfaction at the shriek that left Gizmo.
Fire would lick at the door, seeping out from beneath it as it grew in size. Itโs body swaying to an inaudible tune, tongue flickering out as it watched the smaller male shriek, wavings his gun. The green-clothed villain shooting off a few rounds with a string of curses. Check mate, bitch. He thought smugly.
He dragged a hand through his air, pulling the door open to see Gizmo sitting on top of the desk with many wires surrounding them. His gaze narrowed at the sight, shutting the door and locking it. He knew well enough that he was locking himself inside with a villain, but the dragon paid no mind to it. He was a threat and Kavan didnโt take so kindly to someone who threatened the people he cared for.
His gaze narrowed, watching the other in dark green go about, lips peeled back into a sneer. He didnโt waste time in lunging forward, but just as he was about to reach the other, Gizmo grinned manically. Shit. He stumbled to the side as a noticeable bang rattled throughout the room to the searing pain blooming across his shoulder blade where a bullet remained lodged into the flesh.
Kavan hissed, hand reaching to clamp down on the bleeding out that send bouts of pain through his nervous system. A low, guttural noise vibration within the back of his throat, showcasing his displeasure and animalistic hues that dilated to vertical slit pupils. Reddish hued scales appeared along his neck and cheek, allowing puffs of smoke to slip past parted lips.
โOh! Oh! Interesting one, arenโt you!?โ The small male cheered, leaning forward, one hand holding the book-turned-gun while holding onto the edge of the desk, tittering back and forth like a child.
Kavan quirked an eyebrow at that, letting out another low, guttural sound that resonated within the room. He held onto his wound, fingernails curling into the sensitive flesh of his shoulder, ignoring the way the blood seeped between his fingers and down his knuckles, pooling around his elbows and finally dripping onto his pant leg. He fought back the whimper that bubbled up, swallowing down the sound with a threatening hiss.
He had to be smart about this. The dragon watching Gizmo with calculating hues, muscles pulled taunt. His mind whirled in a brilliant dance of fire, gaze hardening in determination. His lips quirked into a charismatic grin, flashing his elongated fangs. โSmart one, arenโt you sweetcheeks?โ He rumbled, voice velvety smooth like satin binding along a blanketโs edge. โMind telling me why your here?โ It was a useless attempt, but some villains werenโt the brightest, nor were some heroes, but Kavan wouldnโt voice that out loud.
Gizmo let out a quiet ah-ha, twirling the gun with his first finger. โSmooth talker, aye?โ The small man grinned, giggling. โMy friend, you are in for a treat!โ Gizmo swayed side to side, grinning. Yeah. That doesnโt sound good. He winced. The pain in his shoulder intensifying, pounding in time with each strum of his heart palpitating harshly against his sternum.
He drew in a steely breath, watching the other go about the others, gaze narrowing. Why are they even here? He still couldnโt wrap his head around it. He wasnโt even sure it was a smart choice to attack a school filled with bustling students with powers. Are they that stupidโKavan huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course.
He didnโt waste any time in allowing heat to trickle into his palm, watching as a snake grew from its flickering depths. His lips quirked into a cheeky grin, watching in satisfaction at the shriek that left Gizmo.
Fire would lick at the door, seeping out from beneath it as it grew in size. Itโs body swaying to an inaudible tune, tongue flickering out as it watched the smaller male shriek, wavings his gun. The green-clothed villain shooting off a few rounds with a string of curses. Check mate, bitch. He thought smugly.
thoughts speech
flirting with me?
i wasn't strong enough to protect them.
โกcoded by uxieโก
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PETITE MALE CLUTCHED THE FABRIC OF HIS sleeve ( having nabbed Masonโs sweater ), head cocked as he passed by many classrooms to get to his own, humming various tunes he overheard Kavan crooning. His mocha-colored hues alight with warmth and excitement for the new year, although he visited Yukio, offering the first year a thumbs up and a grin. If he had a tail, it would certainly be wagging.
Yuhwa bounced on the balls of his feet, glancing around with a lofty hum. His fingers reaching to fiddle with strands of dark chestnut hair that bled pink and red. His head cocked, wondering if he should peek in to see Kavan and Mason, but thought against it. He was sure by now he was already late to return to class, having visited the nurseโs office not some time ago for his weakening state. Of course, Yuhwa was never the strong one. His abilities sapping his energy, or poisoning him until he grew deathly ill. It was a constant battle of pushing and pulling, and Yuhwa wasnโt so sure he was winning.
The long-haired male sighed, reaching to tap his chin while his teeth sunk into sensitive flesh, worrying his bottom lip. He hadnโt realized what was happening until he bumped into one of Billyโs clones, startling the male with a squawk.
He stumbled, an apology dying on his lips at the clone standing above a student, grinning manically. His brain faltered at the site, but Yuhwaโs gaze narrowed in determination, offering the frightened student a bright grin. โDonโt worry!โ He trilled. โIโll make sure you get to the safe room!โ
Yuhwa ignored the cloneโs laughter, allowing the dark tendrils to curl around his frame, wincing at the icky sensation that traveled up his veins, contrasting against his milky white skin. His mocha-colored hues bled crimson, flashing the clone an eerie expression.
He never liked his powers all that much. A lot of people were terrified of him, while others viewed him as nothing more than a villain waiting to happen. He fought back the whimpers that threatened to spew from his parted lips, drawing in deep breaths to settle his stomach that churned at the dark sensation that coated his frame like oil.
The petite male surged forward in a flash of darkness, appearing behind the clone before the other could blink. His fingers curling into a fist, sending them spiraling away from the student. Offering his hand, he helped the student to their feet, ushering them into the room. He made a chirping sound in the back of his throat, offering reassurance to the terrified student, bobbing his head in satisfaction as they slipped into the safe room. Good. Yuhwa wasnโt sure what he would have done if he arrived too late. His heart clenching at the thought, but otherwise, pushed them out of his mind.
He ignored the whispers of the deceased, offering them an apology, but otherwise kept quiet. His gaze watching the clone clamber to its feet with a sneer. โPretty thing like you doing out here in this mess?โ The clone hummed, flashing a charming smile at the long-haired male. His nose scrunched up at the comment. No, thank you. He had Mason and Kavan, thank you very much!
His hand raised, watching as black flame-like tendrils exploded outward, wrapping the clone in a vise-like grip. He held back the flinch that shivered down the lengths of his spine, watching as the dark tendrils shot through the cloneโs body. Blood splattered the tiled floor, biting back a whimper at the liquid crimson splashing against his exposed skin. His chest tightening at the gruesome sight.
Surely โฆ this wasnโtโYuhwa shook his head. The male coughing harshly into the palm of his hand, staining the milky white flesh crimson with his own blood. He flinched. Did I overdo it? Yuhwa frowned. He didnโt think he did. I know I didnโt, so why?
He shook his head, letting out a whimper at the pounding sensation against his temples. His body wracked with shivers, but otherwise he remained upright. The dark tendrils only seem to darken, drawing in bouts of dark energy that seeped into his frame. His heart thudded loudly against his sternum to the loud roars of blood rushing through his ears, the petite male blinked through the haze.
His head cocked at the noticeable voices of others not that far from where he stood. The male stumbling along until he caught sight of another student fighting someone while another continued to ransack lockers.
Yuhwa scowled at the sight, offering little warning to the colossal beast as dark tendrils pooled from his frame, wrapping around the other in a loose grip. His teeth bared at Mammoth, ignoring the blood that trickled down his milky white cheeks.
He hissed at the larger male, glancing briefly at the red-haired male with a worried trill, but otherwise remained where he stood. He had little energy despite his energetic demeanor prior to the chaos. His body seemed to sag, unable to keep himself upright, but he couldnโt fail. He couldnโt. He didnโt have a choice to fail, because failing meant pain. He didnโtโHe doubted heโd be able to go through that again.
Yuhwa sure hoped the others were alright. Without them? He was certain to fall. He didnโt have anyone left. He needed them as much as they needed him. They were the only people he had left to keep him grounded after โฆ Yuhwa flinched. No! Please donโt make me remember. He felt himself falter just the slightest, but thatโs all that Mammoth seemed to need as he charged forward.
The male let out a loud yelp, arms reaching to shield his front as Mammothโs first connected with his midsection, sending the male through a series of lockers. The breath knocking out from his lungs as he laid with quick gasps until blackness crept along the edges of his vision. No! I can stillโYuhwa wasnโt able to finish his thought, unable to hold back the darkness that threatened to pull him under. The long-haired male passing out shortly afterward with nothing, but a broken mewl.
Yuhwa bounced on the balls of his feet, glancing around with a lofty hum. His fingers reaching to fiddle with strands of dark chestnut hair that bled pink and red. His head cocked, wondering if he should peek in to see Kavan and Mason, but thought against it. He was sure by now he was already late to return to class, having visited the nurseโs office not some time ago for his weakening state. Of course, Yuhwa was never the strong one. His abilities sapping his energy, or poisoning him until he grew deathly ill. It was a constant battle of pushing and pulling, and Yuhwa wasnโt so sure he was winning.
The long-haired male sighed, reaching to tap his chin while his teeth sunk into sensitive flesh, worrying his bottom lip. He hadnโt realized what was happening until he bumped into one of Billyโs clones, startling the male with a squawk.
He stumbled, an apology dying on his lips at the clone standing above a student, grinning manically. His brain faltered at the site, but Yuhwaโs gaze narrowed in determination, offering the frightened student a bright grin. โDonโt worry!โ He trilled. โIโll make sure you get to the safe room!โ
Yuhwa ignored the cloneโs laughter, allowing the dark tendrils to curl around his frame, wincing at the icky sensation that traveled up his veins, contrasting against his milky white skin. His mocha-colored hues bled crimson, flashing the clone an eerie expression.
He never liked his powers all that much. A lot of people were terrified of him, while others viewed him as nothing more than a villain waiting to happen. He fought back the whimpers that threatened to spew from his parted lips, drawing in deep breaths to settle his stomach that churned at the dark sensation that coated his frame like oil.
The petite male surged forward in a flash of darkness, appearing behind the clone before the other could blink. His fingers curling into a fist, sending them spiraling away from the student. Offering his hand, he helped the student to their feet, ushering them into the room. He made a chirping sound in the back of his throat, offering reassurance to the terrified student, bobbing his head in satisfaction as they slipped into the safe room. Good. Yuhwa wasnโt sure what he would have done if he arrived too late. His heart clenching at the thought, but otherwise, pushed them out of his mind.
He ignored the whispers of the deceased, offering them an apology, but otherwise kept quiet. His gaze watching the clone clamber to its feet with a sneer. โPretty thing like you doing out here in this mess?โ The clone hummed, flashing a charming smile at the long-haired male. His nose scrunched up at the comment. No, thank you. He had Mason and Kavan, thank you very much!
His hand raised, watching as black flame-like tendrils exploded outward, wrapping the clone in a vise-like grip. He held back the flinch that shivered down the lengths of his spine, watching as the dark tendrils shot through the cloneโs body. Blood splattered the tiled floor, biting back a whimper at the liquid crimson splashing against his exposed skin. His chest tightening at the gruesome sight.
Surely โฆ this wasnโtโYuhwa shook his head. The male coughing harshly into the palm of his hand, staining the milky white flesh crimson with his own blood. He flinched. Did I overdo it? Yuhwa frowned. He didnโt think he did. I know I didnโt, so why?
He shook his head, letting out a whimper at the pounding sensation against his temples. His body wracked with shivers, but otherwise he remained upright. The dark tendrils only seem to darken, drawing in bouts of dark energy that seeped into his frame. His heart thudded loudly against his sternum to the loud roars of blood rushing through his ears, the petite male blinked through the haze.
His head cocked at the noticeable voices of others not that far from where he stood. The male stumbling along until he caught sight of another student fighting someone while another continued to ransack lockers.
Yuhwa scowled at the sight, offering little warning to the colossal beast as dark tendrils pooled from his frame, wrapping around the other in a loose grip. His teeth bared at Mammoth, ignoring the blood that trickled down his milky white cheeks.
He hissed at the larger male, glancing briefly at the red-haired male with a worried trill, but otherwise remained where he stood. He had little energy despite his energetic demeanor prior to the chaos. His body seemed to sag, unable to keep himself upright, but he couldnโt fail. He couldnโt. He didnโt have a choice to fail, because failing meant pain. He didnโtโHe doubted heโd be able to go through that again.
Yuhwa sure hoped the others were alright. Without them? He was certain to fall. He didnโt have anyone left. He needed them as much as they needed him. They were the only people he had left to keep him grounded after โฆ Yuhwa flinched. No! Please donโt make me remember. He felt himself falter just the slightest, but thatโs all that Mammoth seemed to need as he charged forward.
The male let out a loud yelp, arms reaching to shield his front as Mammothโs first connected with his midsection, sending the male through a series of lockers. The breath knocking out from his lungs as he laid with quick gasps until blackness crept along the edges of his vision. No! I can stillโYuhwa wasnโt able to finish his thought, unable to hold back the darkness that threatened to pull him under. The long-haired male passing out shortly afterward with nothing, but a broken mewl.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, weapon proficiency.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE BOUNCED ON THE PADS of his feet, watching the florist go about gathering camellias and sunflowers into a bouquet. He let out an audible chirp at the florist, grinning at the sight. His head tilted, glancing over his shoulder at the display of flowers throughout the small shop heโd frequent weekly. Should he get another color? He hummed, canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, lost in thought. Should I? He wasnโt positive.
Yuhwa pivoted on his heels, hand flicking out to make sure his red mask remained in place. His hooded hues narrowed, tongue slipping out to rest against the corner of his lips. He squeaked, tripping over his feet. His hand snapping out to grasp the counter, laughing to himself. That would have been bad. He thought.
โOh, goshโ! Are you alright, Hananoami?โ The florist rushed over towards the Ravnica leader.
Yuhwa laughed, waving his hand. โIโm alright! Just a little clumsy, thatโs all.โ He chirped. The florist didnโt seem convinced, but had let it go allowing Yuhwa to breathe a sigh of relief.
He shouldnโt have stayed up the past two days, but no matter. He had been close to finishing one of his unfinished projects. But once he started something, the male struggled to take breaks. He supposed most his diet comprised nothing but caffeine and the occasional snack. It wasnโt much, but he managed day by day.
โHereโs you go Hananoami!โ The florist held out the bouquet. Yuhwaโs eyes brightened behind the mask. He reached forward, scooping up the arrangement and hugged it to his chest protectively.
โThank you!โ He wiggled his fingers in a silent goodbye. The pinkette headed out into the bustling city of Haven. The male dipped his head to a few passersby who nodded their heads in acknowledgement as they ran for cover. Yuhwa had been smart enough to tuck the bouquet beneath his trench coat that engulfed his compact frame.
He didnโt mind the rain. It was the thunder that scared him. He hoped none would come. The light blue hued male had much to do, not wanting to leave everything to his second command and fellow members.
He began his walk, hurrying along the familiar path he knew by heart. It hadnโt taken him over thirteen minutes, his pink-hair now a darker shade, plastered to his nap and forehead. He huffed. โI should have brought an umbrella.โ The male was quick to shrug it off. Heโd change into the extra clothing heโd stash in his office. He hoped he didnโt fall ill. Yuhwa shivered.
Heโd have to see if he could snatch some medicine. The male shook his head. He wouldnโt need it. He hadnโt been under the rain for too long. He should be alright. There was no point in worrying others if they didnโt need to worry.
โHello everyone!โ He chirped despite his rain-soaked appearance. At least the flowers are safe. He gave a quick wave to the others, hurrying up to his office.
โHome sweet home.โ He jokes. The office was more of a home than his actual home. He laughed at the thought, shaking his head.
Yuhwa untucked the flowers from beneath his trench coat, slipping off the article of clothing that pooled onto the floor. He hopped over it to place the flowers on his desk. The male hurrying to grab his secondary outfit while stripping out of his wet clothing.
His light colored hues flickered towards the door, lips puckering in thought behind his mask. Did I lock the door? He shrugged. It wasnโt like anyone had walked in on him before. It should be alright? He blinked. The male continuing to dry himself off with a small towel, ruffling his light strawberry locks.
Yuhwa hummed in satisfaction, going about pulling on his dry clothes that comprised a black turtleneck sleeveless crop top that faded to a dark grey paired with a tight fitted dress pants of a similar gradient. Yuhwa hurried to slip on his black calf-high boots, fingers nimbly tying the strings with practiced ease. He hummed in accomplishment.
The male reaching to slip on his baggy jacket with puffy sleeves that faded from a dark grey to a familiar pinkish hue. Now thatโs finished. He glanced at the flowers, reaching to slip off his mask, placing it on the desk with a soft clank.
โHuh?โ His brows furrowed at the soft chirp of a bird. His head cocked, gaze flickering to see an ice canary fluttering about. His lips parted in an o at the sight. The male hurrying to open the window with an apologetic blink of his eyes. โDidnโt see you there. Hopefully, you havenโt been waiting.โ He spoke to the canary despite knowing it wouldnโt understand him.
He reached out to touch the bird, jumping in surprise as it morphed into a letter. โOh!โ He quickly scanned the letter, soaking up its continents with a tilt of his head. โSky Reach Sanctum? I wonderโฆโ His brows furrowed in thought. He hoped it wasnโt anything too serious. Heโd hate to think something horrible happened, but it was expected.
The ice canary shortly shattered causing the male to squeak, tossing his hands in the air instinctively. He flushed in embarrassment, letting his arms flop to his side. He hoped to hell no one noticed that. Sky Reach Sanctum, huh? He mused. The male glancing at the flowers, sighing in defeat.
Heโd have to take them after the meeting. He smiled wishfully. Iโll visit you soon. He vowed with a bob of his head.
Yuhwa reached to slip on his red-hued mask, securing it onto his head. The pinkette hoped he wasnโt late, but when had he ever arrived on time. It was laughable. It seemed Yuhwa was cursed with arriving late to important meetings. It didnโt matter. Heโd always end up with some elaborate story to tell the others, although he wondered if they ever believed him. He chuckled behind his mask, hands reaching to slip into the pockets of his baggy jacket, cocooning himself in its warmth.
He hurried out of his office, hip hitting the doorframe. โOh, shitโ!โ He grumbled, rubbing his hip that was sure to bruise. Damn door. He glanced around, waving off some of his members who frowned in concern. โIโm alright! Tired, is all.โ He laughed halfheartedly.
โIโll be back shortly! I have to take care of some things!โ He called out to anyone within earshot of him.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, weapon proficiency.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE RUSHED TOWARDS THE DOORS, waving at a few people as he passed. His lips curled into a frown, canines worrying his bottom lip. His light blue hues flickered to where his office lay. Iโll come back, I promise. He couldnโt miss his half-brotherโs anniversary. He sighed, reaching to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
Yuhwa didnโt have time to dwell on it. There was a meeting he needed to attend toโone that could be important. He didnโt want to be late. Although he never had much luck with being early. The male chuckled, shaking his head. Heโd given up trying to be on time.
He paused, foot out the door at the sight of the downpour. He squeaked, slamming the door shut. Umbrella. I need an umbrella. He spun around on the balls of his feet, stumbling a bit with the movement as he hurried back to his office. He grinned cheekily at the confused expressions. He offered a simple wave, slipping back into his office to grab his umbrella that was tossed inside one of his desk draws.
Nimble fingers curled around the handle, tugging the object free of its four-walled confinement. He hummed in celebration, twirling the umbrella around with a subtle croon. Found it!
The male turned around, exiting his office with no plans on returning unless after the meeting. He heard the audible click of the door shutting, bringing the male to hurry down the maze of hallways heโd gotten lost in one too many times. He was the leader and yet he still got lost. The male winced at the thought, grinning weakly to himself. โI need a map.โ He sighed, deadpan. His left eye twitched, mouth sitting into a firm line. Some leader he was. He snorted.
Yuhwa hurried along, waving goodbye to those who were near the front entrance. His thumb gliding across the smooth surface, pressing the button to release it from its confinements. He held the object above his head, hurrying alone the sidewalk to reach his designation.
The pinkette would have taken one of the clanโs cars, but heโd rather walk. Yuhwa grimaced at the last time he tried to drive, almost wrecking two buildings. He wasnโt the best. He tried, but everyone was in danger with him by the wheel. He grumbled, cheeks puffing out into a pout followed by his bottom lip. He tried. Alright? Even the previous leader gave up trying to teach him and Yuhwa never needed to drive after that. He wondered if he was the only clan leader to suck at driving.
He hurried along the sidewalk towards Sky Reach Sanctum. The male reached to tug his jacket tighter around his sinewy frame. He was cold, alright? Yuhwa wasnโt a fan of being cold, although he enjoyed bundling up.
The pinkette followed the familiar path heโd taken to the Sky Reach Sanctum. The male passing the flower shop heโd visited prior. He hummed softly behind his mask, fingers reaching to poke at the hard material. His head tilting in thought. He always wondered what others would think if they saw who was behind the mask, but Yuhwa never really bothered with the fleeting thought. He enjoyed the mystery behind it all. He was Hananoami, and thatโs all that really mattered.
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Yuhwa stood below the massive tower with awe. Heโd never get over its beauty. His fingers twitched, itching to take it apart and put it back together. He grimaced. He had enough projects. Yuhwa didnโt need anymore, but when had that ever stopped him? He grinned cheekily behind the mask. Of course. One more could never hurt. He already had a terrible sleep pattern, what else could he do?
The pinkette slipped inside into the lobby, noting some families and others that roamed about. Yuhwa flinched at the few eyes that flickered over to him. He wasnโt that subtle with the mask and obvious pink hair that contrasted his dark-colored outfit. He stood out like a sore thumb if he was being honest. Whoops.
Heโd close his umbrella, watching the droplets pelt his shoes. He tucked the still wet umbrella into his bosom, hugging the material close to his frame.
Yuhwa would have ogled over the agriculture the building offered, but he had a meeting to attend too. His bottom lip jutted out into a pout at the thought of having to sit for an extended period. The male could never sit still, seeming to fidget every second. He undoubtedly angered a lot of demons with the habit, but Yuhwa couldnโt stand to sit still. He always had to do something. Anything to quiet his overactive mind.
The pinkette headed towards the elevators, offering a dip of his head towards anyone who glanced in his direction. He pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to arrive. The tip of his shoe tapped the floor, arms crossed over his chest, fingers drumming nervously along his clothed biceps.
As the elevator arrived, the doors sliding open to reveal the awful box he hated. Yuhwa tutted, lips quirking into a grimace, stepping inside. Donโt you dare get stuck. He thought meekly. His soul would just above leave his body if it stopped. Leader killed on an elevator. Thatโd sure make headlines. He snorted at the chaotic thought, shaking his head.
Heโd simply hover over the first-floor button, watching as it shifted to Yuhwaโs energy signature. He hummed behind his make, watching the interaction with hawk eyes. The familiar symbol of Ravinca flashed, cueing him to press the button. He yelped at the sudden movement, stumbling briefly only to regain his balance moments later. Asshole. He thought grumpily. A little warning next time, will you? He huffed. Yuhwa knew talking to an inanimate object inside his mind would be a clear sign of insanity, but it wasnโt as if heโd admit that out loud.
The elevator dinged allowing the short male to slip past the opened doors breathing a sigh of relief. His frame relaxed from being tensed throughout the ride.
A long stripe of white lay ahead with a singular door towards the end as Yuhwa walked closer. He bounced on the pads of his shoe-cladded feet, noting the two standing on either side of the door.
He paused, head cocked in curiosity as the two talked in unison. Creepy. He didnโt think heโd ever get used to those two talking in unison. โEh? No hello?โ He snickered, tapping his temple with his index finger.
The male introduced himself. โHananoami! Reporting for duty!โ He cheerfully exclaimed, adding on a two-finger salute.
He pouted. โThe meeting? Vincent Zhao.โ He waved his hand, reaching to drag a hand through his fluffy strawberry pink locks. โVery urgent!โ He added while shrugging off his puffy jacket to expose porcelain flesh. Tugging at his sleeveless turtleneck to expose the Ravinca symbol on his collarbone.
The two would bow causing Yuhwa to grimace. He always hated that. He quickly bypassed the two towards the door, slipping inside to see the large circular room. He breathed in the familiar scents of the meeting room, light blue hues flickering to see Vincent. Of course heโd be here first. Itโd be embarrassing if he had arrived late. He certainly wasnโt thinking of himself when he thought that. Of course not.
โLong time no see Zhao!โ He chirped to the other, offering a simple finger wave. Yuhwa was quick to take one of the open seats, sliding in with practiced ease. He hummed, head tilted to stare at the familiar symbol of his clan appearing with the familiar colors. โIโm not late this time.โ He chuckled, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table. โThatโs a first.โ
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, weapon proficiency.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PETITE MALE SHIFTED IN HIS SEAT, glancing up to see Asmonday. His lips curled in a grin at the sight of the male, hand raising in an enthusiastic wave. โOh! Coconut! Hi!โ He chirps. If the pinkette had a tail, itโd be wagging in excitement. Undoubtedly, not the greatest reaction. Yuhwa noted Vincentโs lack of acknowledgement save for the half-hearted wave and brief greetings. His lips curled downward behind his mask. Is it that bad? His imaginary tail deflating.
He fidgeted in his seat, thumbs hooking into the cuffs of his jacket, tugging at them absently. His thoughts whirled with countless possibilities of what the meeting might intel. He knew it was important if Vincent called them here. It had to be. His stomach churned at the thought.
His gaze wandered. The male watching the two before him with critical hues. Where was Beezlebub? He hadnโt realized he was worrying his bottom lip until crimson flooded his tastebuds, drawing him out of his thoughts. He blinked. What was happening? Had he been so knee-deep in commissions and his own projects to notice what was going on?
His heart thudded against his sternum. The sinking feeling he had failed as a leader. Undoubtedly, many assumed he had killed the prior leader after everything the older male had done for him. It hurt. The rumors that circulated aroundโeven in his own clan. He didnโt miss the way some looked at him, baring their fangs behind his back. He noticed. He just acted like he didnโt. It was easier. To pretend. Letting the curses and rumors roll off his shoulders like water. It was the reason he was so adamant on wearing a mask wherever he went. No one could see him. It was the perfect disguise. Hidden in plain sight.
He was pulled out of his depressive musings at the sound of Vincent standing. His head cocked, watching the other with attentive hues. A large blue hologram flashed, showing the entire city. His lips thinned at โthis situation cannot be delayed.โ Yuhwa crossed his ankles, leaning forward to rest his chin in the divot of his palms, fingers curling around his mask where his cheeks were.
His petite frame stiffened at the many red dots scattered across the city. An inaudible whimper escaping his worried lips. He had noted the few throughout his own sector. His chest tightening at the notion of people harming his people.
Anger spiked, gaze hardening behind his mask with a sneer settled upon bloodied lips. It was schooled into a passive expression despite the shocking change hidden. Yuhwa wasnโt quick to anger. He preferred other methods than violence. Yuhwa had his fair share of violence to last him a century. He wasnโt to keen on reliving those memories.
With that, Yuhwa shoved them to the back of his mind to collect cobwebs. It wasnโt healthy, but the pinkette had no intentions of dwelling into his more โฆ Yuhwa shook his head. No time.
His gaze narrowed at the gruesome photos. He sucked on his bottom lip, lost in thought. Who could have done this? He highly doubted it was a complicated answer. Given the level of how these victims were torn to shreds. Ferals? How did they get in the city?
โFerals.โ He muttered. His mind whirled with possibilities. He hadnโt noticed at first as darkness coated his frame like a blanket, seeming to sap his energy as he sagged into the chair. He felt a cough bubble from within his throat. It seemed the longer he held it in, the more pressure he felt. It was inevitableโcoughing roughly. โIf they are ferals. How did they get in the city? Did someone let them in? That being said: why hasnโt anyone noticed?โ He rambled. His voice nothing more than a whisper as he stared at the photos, gaze narrowed. Traitors? Humans?
His musings were cut short at an unknown voice. His head whipped around to stare at the three sages accompanied by the second-in-command; Cazendra. Huh? WhereโYuhwa almost fell out of his chair. โWhaโWhat?โ He squeaked. Beelzebub is dead?
Questions circulated like bees to a threat. How? His heart clenched at the pain of losing someone else, even if Yuhwa wasnโt that close to the deceased leader. It still hurt. He had so many questions. How did it happen? Did anyone else get hurt? Who would take on the second-in-command position? Was she alright? He could feel the fugacious changes of panic settling in, caging him in his own skin. He felt sick. He didnโtโYuhwa shrunk in on himself.
His chest tightened, drawing in pitiful amounts of air into his lungs. He couldnโt breathe. What if someone was targeting them? The thought of losing anyone else brought a near fear that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He didnโt mind dying, but others? It made him sick. He would rather give up his own life to protect them. It was only fair. He hadnโt deserved the title of Ravincaโs leader.
Despite the turmoil within his own body, the pinkette made no obvious notions of it, sitting perfectly still despite his overall fidgeting. A soft whine escaped his lips.
โAre youโโ He paused. The male worrying his bottom lip. โNo one else was hurt? Howโโ He didnโt know what to do with his hands. The slender appendages shaking until he slipped them inside the sleeve of his puffy jacket. He wanted to ask her if she was alright. Losing someone close and unable to mourn properly? He wanted nothing more than to offer her comfort, even if the female didnโt need it.
Yuhwa wasnโt one to ignore someone that might need comfort. It wasnโt in his nature. He was empathetic to a fault with a streak of being self-sacrificing and unable to ignore someone in need. It would be his demise, but Yuhwa didnโt mind. Heโd rather go down as someone who helped everyone, or tried too, at least. It was a work-in-progress.
โHow did she die?โ He should have thought more, but it seemed his mouth was quicker than his brain. If his self-sacrificing tendencies didnโt get him killed, it sure as hell would be his mouth. โIt might be connected tooโโ He gestured towards the pictures with a tilt of his head. He was being too insensitive, wasnโt he? Yuhwa flinched at the thought. Iโm sorry, pear. Heโd apologize after the meeting.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, weapon proficiency.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE FLINCHED AT THE SUDDEN drop in temperature. His body shying away from the ice that sprouted from the surfaces to the sheen ice coating everything. His finger curled into the smooth fabric, painted nails being the only thing visible save for the sliver of porcelain flesh peeking from beneath the darkened fabric. His canines sunk into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, worrying it further, unable to suppress the slight shivers that ransacked his frame. Cold. Cold. Cold. He chanted.
His light blue hues narrowed, watching Vincent with baited breaths. What theโHis thoughts halted. Oh. Thatโs unfortunate. He thought. The male watching the sage encased in ice. If hadnโt been such a serious situation, he would have cackled commenting about there being a sage popsicle. He almost snorted at the silly nickname.
He shuffled, glancing over at Asmoday until they settled on the new newly appointed leaderโpear. What Vincent said made sense. The way the sage spoke to how pear had handled it. He understood. Really. He had been a sobbing mess whenโYuhwa flinched, biting back a whimper. Why was everyone dying?
His shoulders compressed, folding into himself, appearing smaller than he actually was. It was comedic. He wanted to laugh. The bubbling hysteria threatening to break its seal. Today of all days.
His light blue hues flickered, watching blueberry leap from the window. His heart leaping in his throat at the height. Be careful. Blueberry was strong, but one could take so much before things crumbled. It was clear in the sudden death of Beezle.
The male shuffled, rocking side to side. He wouldnโt know what to do with himself if the otherโYuhwa pinched himself. No one else was going to die. Heโd make sure of that. Even if his clan ability consumed him. He was fine with the notion. Death wasnโt scary. It was just another beginning.
His mind whirled with countless possibilities. What should I do? He wanted to pay his respects, but he didnโt think he had the mental capacity to handle another funeral. Not now. He hadnโt noticed the winding black tendrils darkening. His thoughts spiraling deeper.
He hadnโt known Beezle well enough to be friends, but he still cared. His fingers flexing from within the confinements of his jacket. It hurt. The fact they lost someone. The news shocking and vague. It didnโt hurt as much as it did losingโYuhwa flinched. He was not. He wouldnโt dwell on those memories. He didnโt want to deal with the pain that came with those memories. He didnโt need another reminder that nothing lasts forever.
Could he flip fate off? Did it have a physical body? Heโd like to kick it in the shins although heโd much rather blow it to smithereens. Not after shaking some sense into it. Did fate have common sense? Whyโ? Was it some sadist? Enjoying the show, eh? Yuhwa scowled. Fate sucks. Of course, who said one couldnโt travel the lesser path? Yuhwa knew that better than anyone.
It seemed Yuhwa had been dwelling in his mind for quite some time, blinking several times to regain focus. His gaze lingering on the sages and pear. He desperately wanted to know what happened. How had Beezle died? Sadly, the pinkette would have to wait. The thought of waiting sending the pinkette spiraling in nervousness and fear. Not for himself, but for the others. It could happen to any of them. His stomach churned.
What should he prepare? He wondered how many inventions he had stored in the vault. How quickly could he get them done? So many questions and so little time to think.
His gaze remained locked on the photos. His fingers tapping an off-rhyme pattern against the cuff of his sleeve, chewing on his bottom lip. Ferals. Escaping. How? Was it someone pretending? Who was behind the senses, then? Are they random? If not, then who was their end-game? Is it us? Our relationship with the civilians? He rambled. His mind nothing more than a blizzard.
His body jerked, a surprised trill escaping at the robotic voice springing forth. What theโYuhwa blinked. Oh. Great timing. He mused. The pinkette huffing out a laugh. He wondered if this was a nightmare. His right had slipped out from beneath the depths of his jacket, dragging a hand through his pink-hued locks.
The walls closing in on him despite the open window letting fresh air in. The cool breeze sending shivers down the length of his spine with the heavy smell of rain in the air.
His gaze flickered, watching Asmoday leave. His lips curled into a frown. Please be careful. He thought. โBye coconut.โ He whispered. The mask muffling his voice.
He shuffled, the dark tendrils that had once wrapped around his frame subsided to mere wisps of its former self. His mind no longer clouded by darkness. It seemed his body could finally relax, if only a bit.
His finger reached to tap his mask-cladded chin. Ferals thinking for themselves? An unnatural concept, but plausible. โIf it is feralsโโ He paused. The male bouncing on the balls of his feet. โSomething big is going to happen.โ He sighed. The notion excited him, but how many more would have to die before they found anything? Too many.
He paused at the sight of Naomi standing at the entrance, blinking several times. Oh. I forgot to tell them. The only sign being the sheepish ruffle of his strawberry locks. Oops? Heโd apologize later. Yuhwa had been in a rush and it seemed it slipped his mind to remind the other.
Yuhwa relaxing further as the other stood beside him. The pinkette tucked his hands back into the sleeves of his jacket. He hummed in agreement, bobbing his head. โDonโt fret too much about it, yeah? Iโm sure it was the mere shock of it all and how โฆ the news was delivered.โ He offered. His tone light and brimming with what little light he could muster. โThings like this โฆ donโt happen too often.โ He muttered.
He furrowed his eyebrows at the notion of what next? He wasnโt sure. What did the others intend to do? His attention was pulled elsewhere, head cocked at Naomiโs question. Was he alright? Yuhwa shrugged. โEventually.โ He hummed.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster, huli jing.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would / pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE WATCHED THE OTHERS LEAVE, worrying his bottom lip until he drew beads of blood to the surface. His head bowed, fingers absently playing with light strawberry pink locks until he tugged at the strands harshly, drawing a hiss out. His nose scrunched up, blinking beadily to catch the last few sentences from Naomi.
He blinked several times. Huh? His mind whirled until it gradually settled on what most likely transpired. His lips puckering with a hum. โI donโt think Iโd beโโ Yuhwa shook his head. He wasnโt ready to face Beezle. Not in a coffin. Not yet. He didnโt want to see any of them in those awful things. His poor heart wouldnโt be able to take it. Heโd lost enough people as it was. The thought of losing Naomi? The other leaders? He couldnโt stomach it.
His fingers curled into the palm of his hands, creating indents within the porcelain flesh. His breath wheezed past bloodied lips. His mask tilted awkwardly, but Yuhwa paid no mind. No one was here to see his face.
Yuhwa glanced up at Naomi. His head cocked with furrowed brows. โI think its best to have all hands on deck for this. Weโre still unsure of whatโs conspiring. The thought is certainly worrisome.โ His finger tapped his chin, hidden beneath the redden hue of his mask. Something horrible is going to happen. He was already failing as a leader, no doubt the prior leader cursing him from the grave for his stupidity. Yuhwa sighed. He truly was an idiot, wasnโt he? He doubted there was much hope for him. The male wanted to laugh, shoulders shaking with the inaudible notion.
โWeโll head back to headquarters and see what prototypes the others and myself have built to combat against the ferals and other uncanny enemies that weโre unaware of.โ He sighed. The male reaching to thread slender fingers through pinkish locks. The air surrounding him was somber. The usual happy luster that surrounded him was nothing more than a dull flicker, barely holding on the longer he continued to fester within his worries and darkening thoughts.
โIโll head to the restricted zone to test them out myself.โ He added. Yuhwa wouldnโt put the others at risk. He didnโt doubt their abilities, but it would only make Yuhwa worry more. He didnโt like people risking themselves when he could perfectly well do it himself. Why harm more when Yuhwa could perfectly do it?
Even so, heโd just push past his limits. He was notorious for shrugging of injuries. The male waving his hand, grinning sheepishly even if his organs were hanging out. The male would simply shove them back in. Problem solved! Just a few stitches and heโd be fine.
Stitches solved every physical injury. He could vouch for that! It saved him time having to bother the healers. Of course, Yuhwa hadnโt been prone to telling anyone heโd even been injured. He was fine! Honest!
He was more than capable of handling himself, even if his certain abilities were killing him gradually. It was a price he was willing to pay a thousand times over. โWeโll need to update our defenses. Check them. Do something.โ He muttered. His tone weary. โSomething is killing these people. Ferals or not. We need to make sure something like this doesnโt happen so easily.โ
The male bounced on the balls of his feet. His fingers unfurling to tap against his thighs in a non-rhythmic pattern.
โI have โฆ something else to doโโ Yuhwa paused. His head whipping to stare at the other with a worried chirp. His body inching closer at the lack of response. He knew how much the other could fall into their own head. It was noticeable in the subtle drop in temperature. Gooseflesh appearing along his skin despite being covered. The material doing nothing to hide his shivering frame. Pretty soon, Iโm going to be a strawberry popsicle. He thought humorlessly. I wonder what thatโd taste like? His nose scrunched up at the thought. Heโd be a good desert for ferals, no doubt. The male radiated strawberries and cinnamon.
โNaomi?โ He called. His head cocked, watching the other closely. โThings will work out in the end. Iโm sure of it!โ His throat vibrated with a purr. The male wanting nothing more than to comfort his second-in-command. He hated seeing them like this. It hurt. His heart thundering against his sternum with a soft keen.
Yuhwa reached out tentatively, fingers brushing attempting to brush against Naomiโs forearm, just below their elbow. Despite the shivers, he remained relatively warm. His head titled, bending sideways to watch the other. โWeโll be alright!โ He chirped. His throat continuing to vibrate, letting out soothing purrs. โWeโre in this together!โ He grinned. His light blue hues vibrating with warmth.
โYou think ferals can taste sweets? Itโd be pretty boring if they couldnโt, donโt you think? Although what would they need that for? Sad, if you think about it.โ He rambled. The male rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He hadnโt realized heโd gone a tad too far.
The pinkette let out a squawk, tumbling backward with a thump against the floor. He groaned, laying sprawled out. His light blue hues narrowing. Did he justโ? His lips peeled into a sheepish grin. Uh-oh. He wasnโt too embarrassed.
His light blue hues large, blinking owlishly. He let out a quiet chirp, raising upward into a sitting position. His mask askew, showing a sliver of flesh along his cheek. He let out a loud laugh. โI forgot I was wearing heels.โ He mused. The male shook his ankles at the statement, showing his calf-high boots that had a small heel attached. His fingers reached to brush the edges of his mask, glancing up at Naomi with a trill. โLetโs head back, mhm? I have flowers waiting for me.โ He waved his arms. His lips curling into a bittersweet grimace. After all, he still needed to visit someone else.
He blinked several times. Huh? His mind whirled until it gradually settled on what most likely transpired. His lips puckering with a hum. โI donโt think Iโd beโโ Yuhwa shook his head. He wasnโt ready to face Beezle. Not in a coffin. Not yet. He didnโt want to see any of them in those awful things. His poor heart wouldnโt be able to take it. Heโd lost enough people as it was. The thought of losing Naomi? The other leaders? He couldnโt stomach it.
His fingers curled into the palm of his hands, creating indents within the porcelain flesh. His breath wheezed past bloodied lips. His mask tilted awkwardly, but Yuhwa paid no mind. No one was here to see his face.
Yuhwa glanced up at Naomi. His head cocked with furrowed brows. โI think its best to have all hands on deck for this. Weโre still unsure of whatโs conspiring. The thought is certainly worrisome.โ His finger tapped his chin, hidden beneath the redden hue of his mask. Something horrible is going to happen. He was already failing as a leader, no doubt the prior leader cursing him from the grave for his stupidity. Yuhwa sighed. He truly was an idiot, wasnโt he? He doubted there was much hope for him. The male wanted to laugh, shoulders shaking with the inaudible notion.
โWeโll head back to headquarters and see what prototypes the others and myself have built to combat against the ferals and other uncanny enemies that weโre unaware of.โ He sighed. The male reaching to thread slender fingers through pinkish locks. The air surrounding him was somber. The usual happy luster that surrounded him was nothing more than a dull flicker, barely holding on the longer he continued to fester within his worries and darkening thoughts.
โIโll head to the restricted zone to test them out myself.โ He added. Yuhwa wouldnโt put the others at risk. He didnโt doubt their abilities, but it would only make Yuhwa worry more. He didnโt like people risking themselves when he could perfectly well do it himself. Why harm more when Yuhwa could perfectly do it?
Even so, heโd just push past his limits. He was notorious for shrugging of injuries. The male waving his hand, grinning sheepishly even if his organs were hanging out. The male would simply shove them back in. Problem solved! Just a few stitches and heโd be fine.
Stitches solved every physical injury. He could vouch for that! It saved him time having to bother the healers. Of course, Yuhwa hadnโt been prone to telling anyone heโd even been injured. He was fine! Honest!
He was more than capable of handling himself, even if his certain abilities were killing him gradually. It was a price he was willing to pay a thousand times over. โWeโll need to update our defenses. Check them. Do something.โ He muttered. His tone weary. โSomething is killing these people. Ferals or not. We need to make sure something like this doesnโt happen so easily.โ
The male bounced on the balls of his feet. His fingers unfurling to tap against his thighs in a non-rhythmic pattern.
โI have โฆ something else to doโโ Yuhwa paused. His head whipping to stare at the other with a worried chirp. His body inching closer at the lack of response. He knew how much the other could fall into their own head. It was noticeable in the subtle drop in temperature. Gooseflesh appearing along his skin despite being covered. The material doing nothing to hide his shivering frame. Pretty soon, Iโm going to be a strawberry popsicle. He thought humorlessly. I wonder what thatโd taste like? His nose scrunched up at the thought. Heโd be a good desert for ferals, no doubt. The male radiated strawberries and cinnamon.
โNaomi?โ He called. His head cocked, watching the other closely. โThings will work out in the end. Iโm sure of it!โ His throat vibrated with a purr. The male wanting nothing more than to comfort his second-in-command. He hated seeing them like this. It hurt. His heart thundering against his sternum with a soft keen.
Yuhwa reached out tentatively, fingers brushing attempting to brush against Naomiโs forearm, just below their elbow. Despite the shivers, he remained relatively warm. His head titled, bending sideways to watch the other. โWeโll be alright!โ He chirped. His throat continuing to vibrate, letting out soothing purrs. โWeโre in this together!โ He grinned. His light blue hues vibrating with warmth.
โYou think ferals can taste sweets? Itโd be pretty boring if they couldnโt, donโt you think? Although what would they need that for? Sad, if you think about it.โ He rambled. The male rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He hadnโt realized heโd gone a tad too far.
The pinkette let out a squawk, tumbling backward with a thump against the floor. He groaned, laying sprawled out. His light blue hues narrowing. Did he justโ? His lips peeled into a sheepish grin. Uh-oh. He wasnโt too embarrassed.
His light blue hues large, blinking owlishly. He let out a quiet chirp, raising upward into a sitting position. His mask askew, showing a sliver of flesh along his cheek. He let out a loud laugh. โI forgot I was wearing heels.โ He mused. The male shook his ankles at the statement, showing his calf-high boots that had a small heel attached. His fingers reached to brush the edges of his mask, glancing up at Naomi with a trill. โLetโs head back, mhm? I have flowers waiting for me.โ He waved his arms. His lips curling into a bittersweet grimace. After all, he still needed to visit someone else.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster, huli jing.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would / pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
[ warning ! the second time skip within yuhwa's post will show signs of abuse ( physical and mental ) although it isn't graphic, but i thought i'd offer a warning if something ( even in the slightest ) is a bit uncomfortable or triggering ^^ ]
THE PINKETTE LET OUT A GIGGLE BEHIND his mask, grinning cheekily despite it being hidden. He stumbled onto his feet with the help of Naomi, head cocked with a hum of agreement. โYou think?โ The petite male tapped his chin in thought. Who knew howโd he taste to the ferals? His nose scrunched up at the thought, shaking his head with a smack of his lips, creating a small pop. Yuhwa was notorious for saying things out of the norm. It was just him. He wasnโt an average leader, most often questioning how he came into power, but Yuhwa didnโt mind. He was overly enthusiastic.
His head cocked, listening to the other with rapid attention. His light blue hues widening with curiosity and endearment. He hummed, clapping his hands together. โYes! Flowers! Iโve got an angry grape to visit!โ He chirped. Would he add to it? No. Yuhwa had a tendency to forget to elaborate on certain things, too lost in his own mind to realize heโd left anyone behind.
Yuhwa hummed in agreement, his attention shifting to the task at hand. โThatโd be great. Hopefully, with the increase โฆ things wonโt be so hectic.โ He mumbled the last part. His finger slipping beneath his mask to nibble at his nail, lost in thought. What if tightening security wouldnโt be enough? What if that caused them to last out? Would more die? His stomach churned at the thought. Heโd hate to think more would die. If so, Yuhwa would be at fault. The pinkette fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, instead letting his canines sink into the flesh of his fingertip.
His fingers skimmed the bitten flesh of his lips, blinking several times. โDid you know that if you bit your finger, it takes the same force as if you were biting into a carrot?โ He announced. His mind was a whirling mess of carrots and what ifs.
The pinkette was pulled out of his thoughts at the bold statement, blinking owlishly up at the other. He hummed. โYouโre right.โ His shoulders slumped. โI guess visiting the ferals will have to wait.โ He paused, lips curling downward. โRegardless, Iโd rather be there when and if we test them. I donโt feel comfortable sending anyone near that place.โ
He let out a whine. His fingers combing through strawberry pink locks. โIf only I werenโt the leader.โ His cheeks puffed out in a childlike pout. Things would have been different. He doubted anyone would care much if he died then. He doubted heโd survive this long. The male was a walking health hazard to himself, even heโd admit to that.
He sighed. His shoulder briefly bumping into Naomi with a chirp. โSorry!โ He ruffled his pinkish locks with a trill. His body wobbling from side to side. โI might have lostโโ He paused. โNevermind! I didnโt lose anything! I swear!โ He waved his hands.
โI wasnโt late this time, though!โ He attempted to change the subject. Abort! Abort! Time to go, Yuhwa! He hurried out the door without waiting for Naomi. The male tucking his hands into his armpits with a trill.
His body shivering despite the relatively normal temperatures. He made a mental note to grab one of his thicker jackets, preferably a sweater heโd stolen and downright refused to give back.
Should I remind Naomi to change their clothes? I donโt want them to get sick. He worried his bottom lip. โPeaches?โ He called. โDonโt forget to change out of those wet clothes!โ He chirped. The pinkette bouncing on the balls of his feet as he hurried off from the other without a second glance.
The pinkette hurried into the building heโd grown to call his second home, or as much as a home as it could get. His light blue hues lightening up at the familiar faces of those within the clan. The male bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waved in giddy excitement at being somewhere familiar.
He hummed. His hands tucked neatly inside the sleeves of his jacket as he hurried to his office. The male offering a quick wave to those near as he slipped inside. His shoulders sagged from the weight of what had transpired earlier. His hand reaching to pluck his mask off his face, relishing in the cool air that brushed against soft porcelain skin.
Yuhwa raised a hand, thumb brushing across his high cheekbones. His light blue hues dancing from object to object. โ I hope everyone is doing alright.โ He mumbled, biting the tip of his nail. A soft trill escaped his parted lips. His gaze wandering over to the flowers heโd gotten before the meeting, lips curling into a sad smile despite the happy hue dancing within his eyes. โGuess Iโm a little late, mhm?โ He chuckled.
He slipped out of his puffy jacket, shivering as the cold nipped at his exposed skin, creating gooseflesh. His nose scrunching up at the onslaught of coldness that attached delicate flesh. โCold. Cold. Cold.โ He chanted.
The pinkette dancing around his office in search of a baggy sweatshirt to pull over his exposed frame. His brows furrowing in concentration until a small ah-ha escaped, holding up an old sweater that still smelt of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver. He let out a keen, burring his nose into the soft fabric with a sigh, holding it close to his chest. It was one of the few things he cherished afterโYuhwa shook his head. No need to remember.
He wouldnโt be able to handle the memories, both good and bad.
Why was it that even the wonderful memories seemed to be the most painful?
He slipped it on, allowing it to engulf his slight frame with a chirp. His light blue hues brightening in happiness despite everything thatโs happened. It was home. One of the few things he had of him. It still smelt like him, even after so long.
He giggled, arms stretched out to show just how big it was on the male. His arms were swallowed by the large sleeves that seemed to be too long for his arms. The corner of his eyes curled, humor dancing within the light blue depths as he waved his arms, allowing the fabric to flop about.
What? Of course, he was going to act like a child. It was a very Yuhwa thing to do when wearing a sweater bigger than himself. It was a tradition! He couldnโt break tradition, of course.
It hadnโt occurred to him that Naomi might have followed him into his office, not that Yuhwa cared all that much. He didnโt doubt the other had seen his face occasionally.
The male briefly shifting from foot to foot as he danced about his office with no apparent goal in mind. His gaze lingering on the piles of paperwork scattered across his desk to the few parts and current projects heโd been working on. He tugged on his bottom lip, nibbling at the tender flesh until copper flooded his tastebuds, pulling him out of his musings.
Yuhwa blinked several times with a thoughtful hum. His hand raising to brush the pad of his thumb over his bloodied lips, smearing crimson. He snorted. He wondered if he looked like a Geisha with his porcelain skin and blood-painted lips that stung and trembled.
He shook his head, reaching out to wrap nimble fingers around the stems, listening to the crinkle of the thin plastic that contained the flower arrangement. His gaze was downcast, staring at his messy desk. Time to go! He was already late, as it was.
Eunwoo would kill me if he were still alive. Yuhwa would be late to his own funeral, if he could. That part was obvious. The male reached to slip on his face, finding comfort in the familiar weight against his flesh.
โI should make sure security is being strengthened.โ He muttered. โI shouldโโ Yuhwa hurried out of his office. The male was quick to flag someone down, bouncing on the pads of his feet. โSorry to bother you with this task! Remind everyone that no one is allowed to test any of the prototypes until I return.โ If things failed, at least Iโd be the only one injured. He refused to put his own people at risk. It just wasnโt in his nature to risk the lives of others when he could very well do it himself.
โOh! Iโll return in half-an-hour! I wonโt be long! I promise! I have a few personal matters to attend!โ He chirped. โDonโt do anything Iโd do!โ He shouted over his shoulder with a cackle. The male hurrying along the corridors with semi-grace. โWell! Iโm off!โ He called to those near him.
It hadnโt taken long for Yuhwa to arrive at the graveyard. The resentful energy coating the area in a dingy black hue that only the pinkette could see. His lips curled into a frown, fingers twitching by his side until they curled into the baggy sleeves of his sweater. So much negative energy.
The pinkette didnโt realize his body had absorbed the blackened energy as dark lines appeared along his forearms, inching their way along his neck. His chest constricting with a whine, arms coming to wrap themselves around his slim torso, shoulders hunched over. Damnit.
His frame seemed to hide beneath the large sweater, appearing smaller than he actually was hoping to ward off the steady stream of yin flowing into his quivering frame. His light blue eyes glimmering crimson only for a fraction of a second.
It was sudden. The last wisps of darkness fading into his frame, leaving behind startling black tendrils that remained vibrant along porcelain skin. His frame remained hidden beneath the swell of his obsidian-hued sweater, allowing the familiar scents of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver to flood his senses, calming the male until he could straighten his spine.
The scene was familiar. This moment happening whenever he came to visit his half-brotherโs grave. Yuhwa had been thankful for meeting the short-tempered individual, even if their time had been limited to Eunwooโs sickness taking over.
His light blue hues tinted crimson scanned the rows until they rested on the familiar headstone: Eunwoo Aeng โson who had gone too soon.โ He grinned at the small piece of tape with Yuhwaโs horrendous handwriting: โMy beloved angry grape! Just kidding! I miss you!โ He sniffled, stumbling over to the familiar grave, knees resting in the small divots from constant use.
He sat with legs tuckered underneath him like a cat with its tail curled around its paws, except the obsidian-hued sweater pooled around his meek frame, surrounding him in its delicious warmth. โHey! Sorry Iโm late! Things were hectic this morning, but look! I got flowers! Camellias and sunflowers! Betcha you donโt know what they mean.โ He giggled. โI almost got another color, yโknow?โ He hummed, hugging the flower arrangement to his chest.
He propped the delicate arrangement against the headstone. The pads of his fingers brushing against the stone engravings until they landed on the piece of tape with a chuckle. I miss you. If he had ears, theyโd certain be pulled flush against his scalp, brimming with sadness, so unlike his energetic and happy self.
It wasnโt until a force pulled him backward, stumbling over himself with a yelp. His mask askew. He blinked, head cocked to stare at the figure above him. โEh?โ He muttered dumbly. His mind still reeling to catch up with what transpired. His movements lethargic from the sudden tumble to hitting the back of his head against another headstone.
โNever would have thought to see you here fucker.โ A voice that sent shivers down the lengths of his spine, chilling him to the bone. His eyes turning owlish at the sight of the red-haired male with eerier green hues.
โSebastian?โ
โWho else, fucker?โ He sneered. Yuhwa could feel Sebastianโs boot press just beneath his floating ribs, drawing out a choked huff from the otherwise pliable male. It seemed his body stopped cooperating the second that voice graced his ears. โPaying respects to someone else you killed? My, my. I didnโt expect the leader of Ravinca to be so bloodthirsty. Got anyone else youโve killed, huh?โ
No. Yuhwa wanted to say, but it seems old habits died hard. Sebastian hissed. โNot gonna talk? Youโve always been pathetic. No wonder that dead ass of a fiance killed himself. Probably couldnโt stand the likes of you.โ He sneered, digging the wedge deeper, shattering whatever confidence Yuhwa had. The pinkette shrunk into the depths of the obsidian-hued sweater. No. No. No.
โDonโt ever talk bad about him.โ Yuhwa sneered. The male finding his voice at the mere mention of his fiance. He didnโt miss the way Sebastianโs face shifted to a look of fury.
โAh? Not going to stand up for yourself, mhm? Too bad your poor little Junnie canโt come to the rescue. How many times had you begged for him to rescue you while you were in my grasps?โ He sneered. โPathetic little Yuhwa. Canโt even protect himself from the big bad wolf. I wonder what will happen to that dreadful clan under your leadership.โ
โYouโll get them all killed. I have no doubt.โ
โYouโre nothing but a bed warmer.โ The red-haired sneered. His boot pressing deeper against Yuhwaโs stomach, surely leaving a bruise against the milky white flesh. Heโs right. It was the cold-hearted truth Yuhwa tried so hard to avoid. The inevitable truth that one day heโd destroy all that Ravinca stood for.
Sebastian crouched over Yuhwaโs frame, fingers reaching to curl around Yuhwaโs throat in a loose hold. โIt seems youโve forgotten who was in charge. Iโd love to remind you. I bet youโd love that, donโt you my little pathetic Yuhwa. Of course, this is because I love you.โ The male grinned, tightening his hold along Yuhwaโs slim neck. His grin widening at the choked whine that bubbled within the pinketteโs throat.
โOr should I expose you as the murderer you are? Iโm sure people would love to hear that. Such an exciting event, mhm?โ Sebastian eased his grip, his unoccupied hand curling into strawberry pink locks. โOh, how Iโve missed this.โ
Yuhwa grimaced. His own fingers curling around Sebastianโs wrist, feeling the familiar sensation of his power becknocking to be used. The darkness that resided within his compact frame bubbling at the seams, but the pinkette refused to take hold of it, allowing Sebastian to do however he pleased.
His older and newer self raging war within his mind, one side begging him to fling the other off of him while the other told him itโd be all over soon. Yuhwa wasnโt sure what to do. Fight? Give up?
Just his luck. Could this day get any worse? Apparently it can.
THE PINKETTE LET OUT A GIGGLE BEHIND his mask, grinning cheekily despite it being hidden. He stumbled onto his feet with the help of Naomi, head cocked with a hum of agreement. โYou think?โ The petite male tapped his chin in thought. Who knew howโd he taste to the ferals? His nose scrunched up at the thought, shaking his head with a smack of his lips, creating a small pop. Yuhwa was notorious for saying things out of the norm. It was just him. He wasnโt an average leader, most often questioning how he came into power, but Yuhwa didnโt mind. He was overly enthusiastic.
His head cocked, listening to the other with rapid attention. His light blue hues widening with curiosity and endearment. He hummed, clapping his hands together. โYes! Flowers! Iโve got an angry grape to visit!โ He chirped. Would he add to it? No. Yuhwa had a tendency to forget to elaborate on certain things, too lost in his own mind to realize heโd left anyone behind.
Yuhwa hummed in agreement, his attention shifting to the task at hand. โThatโd be great. Hopefully, with the increase โฆ things wonโt be so hectic.โ He mumbled the last part. His finger slipping beneath his mask to nibble at his nail, lost in thought. What if tightening security wouldnโt be enough? What if that caused them to last out? Would more die? His stomach churned at the thought. Heโd hate to think more would die. If so, Yuhwa would be at fault. The pinkette fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, instead letting his canines sink into the flesh of his fingertip.
His fingers skimmed the bitten flesh of his lips, blinking several times. โDid you know that if you bit your finger, it takes the same force as if you were biting into a carrot?โ He announced. His mind was a whirling mess of carrots and what ifs.
The pinkette was pulled out of his thoughts at the bold statement, blinking owlishly up at the other. He hummed. โYouโre right.โ His shoulders slumped. โI guess visiting the ferals will have to wait.โ He paused, lips curling downward. โRegardless, Iโd rather be there when and if we test them. I donโt feel comfortable sending anyone near that place.โ
He let out a whine. His fingers combing through strawberry pink locks. โIf only I werenโt the leader.โ His cheeks puffed out in a childlike pout. Things would have been different. He doubted anyone would care much if he died then. He doubted heโd survive this long. The male was a walking health hazard to himself, even heโd admit to that.
He sighed. His shoulder briefly bumping into Naomi with a chirp. โSorry!โ He ruffled his pinkish locks with a trill. His body wobbling from side to side. โI might have lostโโ He paused. โNevermind! I didnโt lose anything! I swear!โ He waved his hands.
โI wasnโt late this time, though!โ He attempted to change the subject. Abort! Abort! Time to go, Yuhwa! He hurried out the door without waiting for Naomi. The male tucking his hands into his armpits with a trill.
His body shivering despite the relatively normal temperatures. He made a mental note to grab one of his thicker jackets, preferably a sweater heโd stolen and downright refused to give back.
Should I remind Naomi to change their clothes? I donโt want them to get sick. He worried his bottom lip. โPeaches?โ He called. โDonโt forget to change out of those wet clothes!โ He chirped. The pinkette bouncing on the balls of his feet as he hurried off from the other without a second glance.
# # #
The pinkette hurried into the building heโd grown to call his second home, or as much as a home as it could get. His light blue hues lightening up at the familiar faces of those within the clan. The male bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waved in giddy excitement at being somewhere familiar.
He hummed. His hands tucked neatly inside the sleeves of his jacket as he hurried to his office. The male offering a quick wave to those near as he slipped inside. His shoulders sagged from the weight of what had transpired earlier. His hand reaching to pluck his mask off his face, relishing in the cool air that brushed against soft porcelain skin.
Yuhwa raised a hand, thumb brushing across his high cheekbones. His light blue hues dancing from object to object. โ I hope everyone is doing alright.โ He mumbled, biting the tip of his nail. A soft trill escaped his parted lips. His gaze wandering over to the flowers heโd gotten before the meeting, lips curling into a sad smile despite the happy hue dancing within his eyes. โGuess Iโm a little late, mhm?โ He chuckled.
He slipped out of his puffy jacket, shivering as the cold nipped at his exposed skin, creating gooseflesh. His nose scrunching up at the onslaught of coldness that attached delicate flesh. โCold. Cold. Cold.โ He chanted.
The pinkette dancing around his office in search of a baggy sweatshirt to pull over his exposed frame. His brows furrowing in concentration until a small ah-ha escaped, holding up an old sweater that still smelt of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver. He let out a keen, burring his nose into the soft fabric with a sigh, holding it close to his chest. It was one of the few things he cherished afterโYuhwa shook his head. No need to remember.
He wouldnโt be able to handle the memories, both good and bad.
Why was it that even the wonderful memories seemed to be the most painful?
He slipped it on, allowing it to engulf his slight frame with a chirp. His light blue hues brightening in happiness despite everything thatโs happened. It was home. One of the few things he had of him. It still smelt like him, even after so long.
He giggled, arms stretched out to show just how big it was on the male. His arms were swallowed by the large sleeves that seemed to be too long for his arms. The corner of his eyes curled, humor dancing within the light blue depths as he waved his arms, allowing the fabric to flop about.
What? Of course, he was going to act like a child. It was a very Yuhwa thing to do when wearing a sweater bigger than himself. It was a tradition! He couldnโt break tradition, of course.
It hadnโt occurred to him that Naomi might have followed him into his office, not that Yuhwa cared all that much. He didnโt doubt the other had seen his face occasionally.
The male briefly shifting from foot to foot as he danced about his office with no apparent goal in mind. His gaze lingering on the piles of paperwork scattered across his desk to the few parts and current projects heโd been working on. He tugged on his bottom lip, nibbling at the tender flesh until copper flooded his tastebuds, pulling him out of his musings.
Yuhwa blinked several times with a thoughtful hum. His hand raising to brush the pad of his thumb over his bloodied lips, smearing crimson. He snorted. He wondered if he looked like a Geisha with his porcelain skin and blood-painted lips that stung and trembled.
He shook his head, reaching out to wrap nimble fingers around the stems, listening to the crinkle of the thin plastic that contained the flower arrangement. His gaze was downcast, staring at his messy desk. Time to go! He was already late, as it was.
Eunwoo would kill me if he were still alive. Yuhwa would be late to his own funeral, if he could. That part was obvious. The male reached to slip on his face, finding comfort in the familiar weight against his flesh.
โI should make sure security is being strengthened.โ He muttered. โI shouldโโ Yuhwa hurried out of his office. The male was quick to flag someone down, bouncing on the pads of his feet. โSorry to bother you with this task! Remind everyone that no one is allowed to test any of the prototypes until I return.โ If things failed, at least Iโd be the only one injured. He refused to put his own people at risk. It just wasnโt in his nature to risk the lives of others when he could very well do it himself.
โOh! Iโll return in half-an-hour! I wonโt be long! I promise! I have a few personal matters to attend!โ He chirped. โDonโt do anything Iโd do!โ He shouted over his shoulder with a cackle. The male hurrying along the corridors with semi-grace. โWell! Iโm off!โ He called to those near him.
# # #
It hadnโt taken long for Yuhwa to arrive at the graveyard. The resentful energy coating the area in a dingy black hue that only the pinkette could see. His lips curled into a frown, fingers twitching by his side until they curled into the baggy sleeves of his sweater. So much negative energy.
The pinkette didnโt realize his body had absorbed the blackened energy as dark lines appeared along his forearms, inching their way along his neck. His chest constricting with a whine, arms coming to wrap themselves around his slim torso, shoulders hunched over. Damnit.
His frame seemed to hide beneath the large sweater, appearing smaller than he actually was hoping to ward off the steady stream of yin flowing into his quivering frame. His light blue eyes glimmering crimson only for a fraction of a second.
It was sudden. The last wisps of darkness fading into his frame, leaving behind startling black tendrils that remained vibrant along porcelain skin. His frame remained hidden beneath the swell of his obsidian-hued sweater, allowing the familiar scents of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver to flood his senses, calming the male until he could straighten his spine.
The scene was familiar. This moment happening whenever he came to visit his half-brotherโs grave. Yuhwa had been thankful for meeting the short-tempered individual, even if their time had been limited to Eunwooโs sickness taking over.
His light blue hues tinted crimson scanned the rows until they rested on the familiar headstone: Eunwoo Aeng โson who had gone too soon.โ He grinned at the small piece of tape with Yuhwaโs horrendous handwriting: โMy beloved angry grape! Just kidding! I miss you!โ He sniffled, stumbling over to the familiar grave, knees resting in the small divots from constant use.
He sat with legs tuckered underneath him like a cat with its tail curled around its paws, except the obsidian-hued sweater pooled around his meek frame, surrounding him in its delicious warmth. โHey! Sorry Iโm late! Things were hectic this morning, but look! I got flowers! Camellias and sunflowers! Betcha you donโt know what they mean.โ He giggled. โI almost got another color, yโknow?โ He hummed, hugging the flower arrangement to his chest.
He propped the delicate arrangement against the headstone. The pads of his fingers brushing against the stone engravings until they landed on the piece of tape with a chuckle. I miss you. If he had ears, theyโd certain be pulled flush against his scalp, brimming with sadness, so unlike his energetic and happy self.
It wasnโt until a force pulled him backward, stumbling over himself with a yelp. His mask askew. He blinked, head cocked to stare at the figure above him. โEh?โ He muttered dumbly. His mind still reeling to catch up with what transpired. His movements lethargic from the sudden tumble to hitting the back of his head against another headstone.
โNever would have thought to see you here fucker.โ A voice that sent shivers down the lengths of his spine, chilling him to the bone. His eyes turning owlish at the sight of the red-haired male with eerier green hues.
โSebastian?โ
โWho else, fucker?โ He sneered. Yuhwa could feel Sebastianโs boot press just beneath his floating ribs, drawing out a choked huff from the otherwise pliable male. It seemed his body stopped cooperating the second that voice graced his ears. โPaying respects to someone else you killed? My, my. I didnโt expect the leader of Ravinca to be so bloodthirsty. Got anyone else youโve killed, huh?โ
No. Yuhwa wanted to say, but it seems old habits died hard. Sebastian hissed. โNot gonna talk? Youโve always been pathetic. No wonder that dead ass of a fiance killed himself. Probably couldnโt stand the likes of you.โ He sneered, digging the wedge deeper, shattering whatever confidence Yuhwa had. The pinkette shrunk into the depths of the obsidian-hued sweater. No. No. No.
โDonโt ever talk bad about him.โ Yuhwa sneered. The male finding his voice at the mere mention of his fiance. He didnโt miss the way Sebastianโs face shifted to a look of fury.
โAh? Not going to stand up for yourself, mhm? Too bad your poor little Junnie canโt come to the rescue. How many times had you begged for him to rescue you while you were in my grasps?โ He sneered. โPathetic little Yuhwa. Canโt even protect himself from the big bad wolf. I wonder what will happen to that dreadful clan under your leadership.โ
โYouโll get them all killed. I have no doubt.โ
โYouโre nothing but a bed warmer.โ The red-haired sneered. His boot pressing deeper against Yuhwaโs stomach, surely leaving a bruise against the milky white flesh. Heโs right. It was the cold-hearted truth Yuhwa tried so hard to avoid. The inevitable truth that one day heโd destroy all that Ravinca stood for.
Sebastian crouched over Yuhwaโs frame, fingers reaching to curl around Yuhwaโs throat in a loose hold. โIt seems youโve forgotten who was in charge. Iโd love to remind you. I bet youโd love that, donโt you my little pathetic Yuhwa. Of course, this is because I love you.โ The male grinned, tightening his hold along Yuhwaโs slim neck. His grin widening at the choked whine that bubbled within the pinketteโs throat.
โOr should I expose you as the murderer you are? Iโm sure people would love to hear that. Such an exciting event, mhm?โ Sebastian eased his grip, his unoccupied hand curling into strawberry pink locks. โOh, how Iโve missed this.โ
Yuhwa grimaced. His own fingers curling around Sebastianโs wrist, feeling the familiar sensation of his power becknocking to be used. The darkness that resided within his compact frame bubbling at the seams, but the pinkette refused to take hold of it, allowing Sebastian to do however he pleased.
His older and newer self raging war within his mind, one side begging him to fling the other off of him while the other told him itโd be all over soon. Yuhwa wasnโt sure what to do. Fight? Give up?
Just his luck. Could this day get any worse? Apparently it can.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster, huli jing.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would / pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE AIR GREW THICK AS NAOMI MADE THEMSELVES known to the two. The cold sending shivers down the lengths of his spine, chilling him to the core despite the thick warmth wrapped around his compact frame. It seemed to seep into his bones sending a familiar throb that brought an inaudible whine to his lips.
Yuhwa stared at the other with widened hues, lips parted in a silent plea to walk away. He could feel the shame churl in his stomach, leaving him queasy and willing his stomach to not throw up whatever heโd eaten two days ago. His light blue hues flickered to Eunwooโs grave with a grimace. Eunwoo would be rolling in his grave, wouldnโt he?
He wanted his brother more than anything, but even he knew the dead didnโt come back. Everyone left eventually. It was inevitable. He knew. He knew that more than anyone, although he couldnโt say for others. It hurt. The pain becoming unbearable. Yuhwa was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Insignificant. He truly wondered what the previous leader saw in him. If Yuhwa couldnโt see it, then why?
He let out a choked wheeze at the pressure Sebastian applied, drawing a pitiful whine to escape parted lips. His lungs struggling to breathe. Yuhwa could. He could very well shove Sebastian off of himself, but his body ignored it.
Sebastian never took long. Yuhwa just had to be silent and wait. Thatโs it. Sebastian wouldnโt take long if Yuhwa cooperated. Heโd be alright.
Yuhwaโs tongue peeped out, licking at the dried blood in a struggle with himself. His mind wanting to move while his body refused to cooperate. His grip tightened around Sebastianโs wrist, head tilted with a sneer upon his lips. His light blue hues dancing with pain, but beneath was flickering furry at the male above him.
โPeachesโโ He grunted. His lips parting like a fish out of water. His light blue hues watering. Please leave. He begged the other. The coldness becoming a comfortable numbness against his frame that was wracked with shivers.
He hadnโt realized the other had followed him until they appeared, their frame a void-like hue, contrasting against their snowy white locks. It was a sight to behold, one Yuhwa would have appreciated more if it wasnโt for the fact Sebastian had his fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, cutting off his air supply.
Sebastian was stiff, staring at the other with narrowed green hues that reminded Yuhwa of lime. โOh? Heโs a great leader? Could have fooled me.โ The red-haired sneered. His fingers interlocked in Yuhwaโs strawberry pink locks tugged harshly, dragging a sharp hiss from Yuhwa. He smirked at the reaction, his green hues darkened. He sighed. โDoubtful.โ The demon mulled over his options, unaware the second-in-command had followed Yuhwa. It seemed his plans were foiled.
His lips curled into a sneer. โDoes pathetic little Yuhwa need a bodyguard?โ He laughed. โSuch a shame. A talent like yourself waisted for someone like him.โ He unfurled his hand from Yuhwaโs soft locks, head cocked with a cheeky grin.
His green hues narrowed at the list of accusations, the male merely letting out a puff of air. โBlackmail? Assault? Oh, dear.โ He pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead, shoulders shaking in disbelief. โWeโre merely playing around, werenโt we little Yuhwa?โ He glanced down at the pinkette withering beneath his grasp. โBesides! How could it be blackmail when I speak nothing, but the truth?โ He shrugged. โSuch a shame that power has been corrupted.โ He pinched the bridge of his nose.
The red-haired male noting the continuous drop in temperature. His own frame shivering beneath his furred coat. His lips peeled back into a snarl. โAlright. Alright. No need to get forceful, mhm? After all, I am unarmed. How would that go if commoners caught wind of such a feat?โ His gaze brimming with anger.
His next actions sent Yuhwa grunting with the force. His head thumping against the ground with a squawk. Light blue hues widening behind his mask that was now tossed to the side, revealing flushed cheeks and bitten lips that oozed crimson. His pale complex lacking much color, appearing ghostly white, gooseflesh rising along his exposed midriff.
Sebastian sneered down at the pinkette, fingers curling around the obsidian-hued sweater, tightening his grip. Yuhwa grunted as he was hauled to his feet, sucking in greedy mouthfuls of air. His gaze nothing but panicked as he stared at the ground, fluffy strawberry pink locks obscuring his vision.
โSebastianโโ Yuhwa attempted to pull free from his grasp, only to be tugged into a tight embrace. The visible flinch did nothing to help as he squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for something his body expected while his mind reeled at being so close to the other, taking in strong whiffs of frankincense, orange, and cypress.
Yuhwa let out a choked whine, unaware of his surroundings save for the cold seeping into his boots that grounded him. His light blue hues locking onto green. He noted the quick flash of silver. His body tensing at the blade held tight within Sebastianโs grasp, pressing against the delicate flesh of his cheek. โWe arenโt done, little Yuhwa. I believe we have much to catch up on.โ The male hummed into the pinketteโs ear.
Yuhwa made a noise of disagreement, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. His head titled off to the side, unable to look at the other anymore than he had too. Too close. Get awayโ Yuhwa didnโt want this.
The death of a leader. His brotherโs anniversary? Now this? Yuhwa wanted to break down. Everything was too much. His mind a whirlwind. He just wanted things to stop.
He didnโt notice the male shove the other away until his back slammed into the headstone, head sill downcast.
โGoodbye! It was a pleasure to see you again little Yuhwa!โ His gaze flickered to Naomi with a sneer. โYou? Iโd rather we never have met, but be a good mutt, will you? Iโd hate to see what would happen if you failed to protect your little leader.โ Sebastian hummed. โHowโs that for an uncultured swine?โ He laughed.
Yuhwa watched with blurry vision as Sebastian stalked off to who knows where. The pinkette letting out a choked sob, bringing his hand to cover his face now that his mask was gone. His chest constricted like a snake choking its prey. He felt horrible. The male glancing up at Naomi with owlish hues, appearing lost.
He shuffled to his feet. โPeaches?โ He echoed. His heart thrumming within his chest. His arm extended, attempting to stop ( not that Yuhwa could stop Naomi in their demonic form ) from giving chase. โItโs alright.โ His bloodied lips curled into a half-hearted smile.
He hadnโt noticed the blood that bubbled along the shallow cut of his cheek. The pad of his finger skimming the fresh cut with a frown, brows furrowed. Had he been so out of it he didnโt notice? Yuhwa slumped. His body unable to hold itself up.
He sighed, forehead pressing against the ground. โThat was fun.โ His tone humorous despite the glass-filled look in his light blue hues. Anything else? He joked.
He shuffled, falling back onto his knees, allowing the sweater to fully encase him in its familiar warmth. Itโs welcoming warmth a great comfort to the pain that thrummed like a heartbeat. His mind a whirling mess of anguish and wanting nothing more than to curl up in his office chair.
His gaze narrowed, looking for his mask. His lips parted with a small chirp at the sight of the familiar object a few feet away from his collapsed form. Yuhwa didnโt have the energy to grab it, instead, burrowing his head into the depths of his sweater.
โWould it be odd to sleep here?โ He jokes. A sliver of his forehead and eyes visible beneath the cuff of his sweater. With a sigh, he stumbled to his feet. His light blue hues watching Naomi with a tentative hum. The pad of his finger brushing against the cut, smearing blood across the milky white flesh.
He shuffled over towards the other, face still burrowed within the depths of his sweater, taking in the subtle scent of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver. He reached out hesitantly, brows pinched together. โLetโs go back, yeah? โ His voice lacking any luster save for the dull tinge it possessed.
He was tired. The male swaying where he stood, glancing at his fallen mask, but not having the energy to pick it up. He sighed. His fingers reaching to pull at the neck of the sweater, closing his eyes with a keen. He hated how his eyes continued to water, unable to hold back the tears that trickled down his cheeks.
โSorry.โ He mumbled. Shame churning in his stomach. It had been his own fault such events occurred. It seemed, even months after everything, he still couldnโt get rid of his mistakes and pain. โYou alright, peaches?โ He glanced up with owlish hues.
โLetโs just โฆโ Yuhwa couldnโt finish. His head dropping with a sadden trill. โNevermind!โ He chirped, offering Naomi a watery grin. "Let's get out of here."
Yuhwa stared at the other with widened hues, lips parted in a silent plea to walk away. He could feel the shame churl in his stomach, leaving him queasy and willing his stomach to not throw up whatever heโd eaten two days ago. His light blue hues flickered to Eunwooโs grave with a grimace. Eunwoo would be rolling in his grave, wouldnโt he?
He wanted his brother more than anything, but even he knew the dead didnโt come back. Everyone left eventually. It was inevitable. He knew. He knew that more than anyone, although he couldnโt say for others. It hurt. The pain becoming unbearable. Yuhwa was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Insignificant. He truly wondered what the previous leader saw in him. If Yuhwa couldnโt see it, then why?
He let out a choked wheeze at the pressure Sebastian applied, drawing a pitiful whine to escape parted lips. His lungs struggling to breathe. Yuhwa could. He could very well shove Sebastian off of himself, but his body ignored it.
Sebastian never took long. Yuhwa just had to be silent and wait. Thatโs it. Sebastian wouldnโt take long if Yuhwa cooperated. Heโd be alright.
Yuhwaโs tongue peeped out, licking at the dried blood in a struggle with himself. His mind wanting to move while his body refused to cooperate. His grip tightened around Sebastianโs wrist, head tilted with a sneer upon his lips. His light blue hues dancing with pain, but beneath was flickering furry at the male above him.
โPeachesโโ He grunted. His lips parting like a fish out of water. His light blue hues watering. Please leave. He begged the other. The coldness becoming a comfortable numbness against his frame that was wracked with shivers.
He hadnโt realized the other had followed him until they appeared, their frame a void-like hue, contrasting against their snowy white locks. It was a sight to behold, one Yuhwa would have appreciated more if it wasnโt for the fact Sebastian had his fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, cutting off his air supply.
Sebastian was stiff, staring at the other with narrowed green hues that reminded Yuhwa of lime. โOh? Heโs a great leader? Could have fooled me.โ The red-haired sneered. His fingers interlocked in Yuhwaโs strawberry pink locks tugged harshly, dragging a sharp hiss from Yuhwa. He smirked at the reaction, his green hues darkened. He sighed. โDoubtful.โ The demon mulled over his options, unaware the second-in-command had followed Yuhwa. It seemed his plans were foiled.
His lips curled into a sneer. โDoes pathetic little Yuhwa need a bodyguard?โ He laughed. โSuch a shame. A talent like yourself waisted for someone like him.โ He unfurled his hand from Yuhwaโs soft locks, head cocked with a cheeky grin.
His green hues narrowed at the list of accusations, the male merely letting out a puff of air. โBlackmail? Assault? Oh, dear.โ He pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead, shoulders shaking in disbelief. โWeโre merely playing around, werenโt we little Yuhwa?โ He glanced down at the pinkette withering beneath his grasp. โBesides! How could it be blackmail when I speak nothing, but the truth?โ He shrugged. โSuch a shame that power has been corrupted.โ He pinched the bridge of his nose.
The red-haired male noting the continuous drop in temperature. His own frame shivering beneath his furred coat. His lips peeled back into a snarl. โAlright. Alright. No need to get forceful, mhm? After all, I am unarmed. How would that go if commoners caught wind of such a feat?โ His gaze brimming with anger.
His next actions sent Yuhwa grunting with the force. His head thumping against the ground with a squawk. Light blue hues widening behind his mask that was now tossed to the side, revealing flushed cheeks and bitten lips that oozed crimson. His pale complex lacking much color, appearing ghostly white, gooseflesh rising along his exposed midriff.
Sebastian sneered down at the pinkette, fingers curling around the obsidian-hued sweater, tightening his grip. Yuhwa grunted as he was hauled to his feet, sucking in greedy mouthfuls of air. His gaze nothing but panicked as he stared at the ground, fluffy strawberry pink locks obscuring his vision.
โSebastianโโ Yuhwa attempted to pull free from his grasp, only to be tugged into a tight embrace. The visible flinch did nothing to help as he squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for something his body expected while his mind reeled at being so close to the other, taking in strong whiffs of frankincense, orange, and cypress.
Yuhwa let out a choked whine, unaware of his surroundings save for the cold seeping into his boots that grounded him. His light blue hues locking onto green. He noted the quick flash of silver. His body tensing at the blade held tight within Sebastianโs grasp, pressing against the delicate flesh of his cheek. โWe arenโt done, little Yuhwa. I believe we have much to catch up on.โ The male hummed into the pinketteโs ear.
Yuhwa made a noise of disagreement, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. His head titled off to the side, unable to look at the other anymore than he had too. Too close. Get awayโ Yuhwa didnโt want this.
The death of a leader. His brotherโs anniversary? Now this? Yuhwa wanted to break down. Everything was too much. His mind a whirlwind. He just wanted things to stop.
He didnโt notice the male shove the other away until his back slammed into the headstone, head sill downcast.
โGoodbye! It was a pleasure to see you again little Yuhwa!โ His gaze flickered to Naomi with a sneer. โYou? Iโd rather we never have met, but be a good mutt, will you? Iโd hate to see what would happen if you failed to protect your little leader.โ Sebastian hummed. โHowโs that for an uncultured swine?โ He laughed.
Yuhwa watched with blurry vision as Sebastian stalked off to who knows where. The pinkette letting out a choked sob, bringing his hand to cover his face now that his mask was gone. His chest constricted like a snake choking its prey. He felt horrible. The male glancing up at Naomi with owlish hues, appearing lost.
He shuffled to his feet. โPeaches?โ He echoed. His heart thrumming within his chest. His arm extended, attempting to stop ( not that Yuhwa could stop Naomi in their demonic form ) from giving chase. โItโs alright.โ His bloodied lips curled into a half-hearted smile.
He hadnโt noticed the blood that bubbled along the shallow cut of his cheek. The pad of his finger skimming the fresh cut with a frown, brows furrowed. Had he been so out of it he didnโt notice? Yuhwa slumped. His body unable to hold itself up.
He sighed, forehead pressing against the ground. โThat was fun.โ His tone humorous despite the glass-filled look in his light blue hues. Anything else? He joked.
He shuffled, falling back onto his knees, allowing the sweater to fully encase him in its familiar warmth. Itโs welcoming warmth a great comfort to the pain that thrummed like a heartbeat. His mind a whirling mess of anguish and wanting nothing more than to curl up in his office chair.
His gaze narrowed, looking for his mask. His lips parted with a small chirp at the sight of the familiar object a few feet away from his collapsed form. Yuhwa didnโt have the energy to grab it, instead, burrowing his head into the depths of his sweater.
โWould it be odd to sleep here?โ He jokes. A sliver of his forehead and eyes visible beneath the cuff of his sweater. With a sigh, he stumbled to his feet. His light blue hues watching Naomi with a tentative hum. The pad of his finger brushing against the cut, smearing blood across the milky white flesh.
He shuffled over towards the other, face still burrowed within the depths of his sweater, taking in the subtle scent of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver. He reached out hesitantly, brows pinched together. โLetโs go back, yeah? โ His voice lacking any luster save for the dull tinge it possessed.
He was tired. The male swaying where he stood, glancing at his fallen mask, but not having the energy to pick it up. He sighed. His fingers reaching to pull at the neck of the sweater, closing his eyes with a keen. He hated how his eyes continued to water, unable to hold back the tears that trickled down his cheeks.
โSorry.โ He mumbled. Shame churning in his stomach. It had been his own fault such events occurred. It seemed, even months after everything, he still couldnโt get rid of his mistakes and pain. โYou alright, peaches?โ He glanced up with owlish hues.
โLetโs just โฆโ Yuhwa couldnโt finish. His head dropping with a sadden trill. โNevermind!โ He chirped, offering Naomi a watery grin. "Let's get out of here."
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster, huli jing.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would / pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE LAID CURLED UP BENEATH A pile of blankets heโd cocooned himself in the second heโd gotten home last night. His light blue hues void of emotion, nothing more than blank slates until he snapped out of his stupor at the sound of rapid knocks. He blinked several times to reel himself into the present, head cocked. Who could that be? He absently worried the tender flesh of his bottom lip while wiggling out of bed, wrapping the thick blanket around his petite frame.
His muscles coiled beneath milky white skin as he drew near, fingers twitching to reach for his given weapon, which was burrowed beneath his pillows. The same weapon that would have been stored properly if it wasnโt for his run in with Sebastian. The prickling fear of the red-headed male finding out where he lived overpowering everything else despite the steady reminder that nothing horrible would happen, or at least, Yuhwa forced himself to believe.
It was simple. Lying to himself. It was easier in these situations. It had him a peace of mind, even if it was false. He barely slept, as evident by the bags beneath his hooded hues.
Despite the squirming fear in the pit of his stomach, Yuhwa peeled open the door with a nervous trill. His gaze narrowing through the crack to see a pair of bright blue hues. Yuhwa tensed. His lips parting in an โoโ shape. โYou gonna let us in pipsqueak, or are you gonna make us stand out here all day?โ Mason quipped.
โEh?โ The pinkette shuffled to the side, the door widening to allow the two blue-eyed males into the cozy apartment filled to the brim with greenery and splashes of color. It was a mess, but at least Yuhwa knew where everything was โฆ mostly.
He watched the two amble about until two arms wrapped around Yuhwaโs slim waist, tugging him to a muscular chest with a grunt. Yuhwaโs brows furrowed, letting the powerful scent of driftwood flood his senses, calming him down until he laid, slumped against Masonโs front with a lazy hum.
โHow you holding up, pinkie?โ Mason rumbled. The sound sending shivers down the lengths of his spine.
Yuhwa shrugged his blanket clad shoulders, gripping the material between his fingers. Was he okay? โIโll be fine!โ He chirped. Heโd be fine. He had to be fine. Yuhwa was a leader, after all. He couldnโt afford to be off-centered, even in the slightest. So, yeah. Yuhwa will be fine โฆ right?
He sure as hell hoped so.
The pinkette shuffled until he wrapped his arms around Masonโs waist, humming in content until realization settled, bringing the male pulling away from the other. His eyebrows furrowed in concern. โB, Bluebell?โ He trilled.
The raven-haired male snorted, ruffling pinkish locks with a rumble that vibrated deep within his throat. โDonโt worry about that, pipsqueak. Iโm more worried about your dumbass.โ He huffed. โHe hasnโt contacted you, right? If he has, Iโll blow his ass until thereโs nothing left.โ His lips peeled back to reveal sharp canines. Yuhwa shook his head, offering the taller male a sheepish grin.
โNo! No. Just โฆ Just yesterday. Thatโs all.โ
Mason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. โDamnit.โ The pinkette tilted his head with a trill. โIโm sorry you had to deal with that fucker. I still donโt know what you saw in that bastard, but I get it. I do.โ
Yuhwa smile wobbled at the statement, tears prickling at the corner of his hues, sucking in a breath. Donโt cry. Donโt cry. He shuffled, burrowing himself in Masonโs embrace while Vaitiare moved about, cleaning up the place, or at least, making sure nothing would explode or injure themselves.
โI had peaches with meโโ He mumbled. โI didnโt realize they followed me.โ He huffed out a laugh. โSilly peaches.โ He muttered.
Mason barked out a laugh, threading his fingers through soft strawberry pink hair. โYou and you damn fruit nicknames.โ He glanced up to watch Vaitiare, brows furrowed. โYou gotta head to headquarters soon? Vaitiare can help you get dressed. Iโd cook, butโโ Mason pouted. โI canโt cook for shit.โ
Yuhwa snorted, letting Vaitiare guide him to his bedroom with a slight bounce in his steps. The raven-haired male watched with crossed arms, fingers drumming against his biceps. His gaze narrowed into slits.
The Shimizu brothers had gotten a call late into the night. He would have cursed whoever it was until Yuhwaโs voice filtered through, stumbling through his poor explanation. His fists clenched, skin turning ghostly white at their conversation, nostrils flaring. โThe next time that fucker even thinks of getting near him? Iโm killing the damn asshole.โ He muttered, feet carrying him deeper into the livingroom, flopping onto the couch with a tired groan. โDamnit.โ He huffed, head thumping against the wall, bright blue hues staring at the ceiling.
Yuhwa slipped into his bedroom, letting the blanket fall from his sinewy frame with a cat-like yawn. His arms stretching high above his head as Vaitiare slipped into the small closet, fingering through articles of clothing. โWe brought our clothes.โ He gestured towards the mound on the bed.
His lips parted in an โoโ at the sight, body wiggling into a launch as Vaitiare went about picking todayโs outfit. Yuhwa was fashionable, but Vaitiare? Vaitiare was on another level. โThank you! Thank you!โ He chirped, burrowing himself in Masonโs black trench coat. The once dead expression brightening as he relished in the familiar scents he knew as safe.
Mason and Vaitiare were home to him. Even if he would always be home, but now? Yuhwa had a few people that were just โฆ home. Home. Such a silly notion. Wouldnโt his apartment be home? It was, but it also wasnโt. People were home to Yuhwa.
โโHua.โ
He blinked several times, peeking up from beneath the pile of clothing the twins brought with a hum of acknowledgement, head cocked. Vaitiare shook his head, dragging a hand through raven-hued locks. His expression was deadpan despite the warmth swirling within his blue hues at the sight of Yuhwa. It brought a pang of sadness, but he was quick to shove it down. Yuhwa needed them.
โI found an outfit.โ The blue-eyed male held up the outfit that had a mixture of his own and the twins. โI figured youโd like this.โ The other shrugged. โYou can wear the trench coat with it.โ Vaitiare added on.
Yuhwa bobbed his head, shuffling out of the pile of clothing heโd placed around his bed, followed by the plush blankets heโd accumulated over the past few months. โThanks butterfly!โ Yuhwa stumbled over towards the other, fingers brushing through the fabric with a giddy hum.
It comprised a turtle neck-like shirt that clung to his pectorals, exposing the entirety of his midsection with a threaded design on either side ( courtesy of Vaitiare ), paired with a leather belt wrapped snugly around his neck doing wonders to hide the bruising along his throat.
A sleeveless vest was laid on top that had drooping cut-outs for his arms with a slim black belt wrapped just above his floating ribs. A series of belts with various thicknesses were wrapped just below the first belt, covering up some ( if not all ) of his exposed midsection. He was thankful for the semi-coverage. The leather belts and sleeveless vest covering most of his bruising.
Yuhwa then slipped on a pair of identical fingerless glove-like gauntlets that curl around his thumb and second finger in gold that leave his palms exposed, but otherwise cover the top of his hands with armbands with a golden buckle that wrap snugly around his biceps.
The pinkette then slipped into a pair of pants that rest low on his hips, exposing the obvious jut of his hipbones that flex beneath his milky white skin. He hummed, letting Vaitiare wrap identical belts around his thighs, just above his knees ( for style, of course ).
Yuhwa twirled around in his outfit, grinning as Vaitiare slung Masonโs black trench coat over his shoulders, hiding his body from view. โMason has your mask.โ The other spoke, ushering him out the door to Mason. โIโll grab your boots.โ
โAhโAlright! Alright! Iโm going!โ He laughed. His light blue hues gaining their cheeky spark despite the obvious bags beneath his eyes.
He shuffled into the livingroom, letting the long sleeves hang as he curled his arms around himself, fiddling with the golden chain that was attached to the first belt. โButterfly said you had my mask?โ Yuhwa trilled in question.
Mason grunted in confrontation, patting the couch to his right, letting Yuhwa flop with a grunt. The male quick to note the wince that Yuhwa schooled as quickly as it came. His lips curled into a sneer at the sight. Noting the visible bruising beneath Yuhwaโs attire. The churning anger bubbling to the surface once more.
โโS alright! Really! It doesnโt hurt that much.โ Yuhwa chirped. He grumbled.
โRight.โ
He held out an identical mask to the other. Yuhwa graciously accepted it. His fingers rubbing at the familiar texture with a sigh of relief. His body curling into itself as he leaned against the other. Mason uncurling his arm to bring the other close, tucking the other into his chest with a soothing rumble. โWeโll take you to headquarters, so get some sleep, pinkie. You look dead on your feet.โ
The pinkette hummed, allowing himself to burry his nose into Masonโs shoulder, relishing in the familiar driftwood and spices that he associated as Masonโs. His body held tightly as Vaitiare slipped on a pair of brown combat-like boots that rose to his calves.
โYou think heโll be alright?โ Vaitiare asked.
Mason glanced down at the slumbering male tucked into his chest, frowning. โFuck if I know, but weโll be there for the pipsqueak, thatโs for damn sure. Heโs got enough shit on his plate as it is. Donโt need to add his fucked up boyfriends to the mix.โ He huffed. โDamn assholes.โ He pinched the bridge of his nose as Vaitiare reached over to brush the pad of his thumb against Yuhwaโs high cheekbone.
โShould Iโโ
โNo. Iโll ask Kavan. Heโs the better cook out of all of us morons. Besides! Keaneโthe fucker! Wonโt even let me in the damn kitchen. Jokes on him, though. Kavan hasnโt banned me yet.โ He stuck his tongue out, cheeks puffed.
โ.... Alright.โ Vaitiare might never understand the dynamics between the five of them. He wasnโt even sure if he wanted to understand.
# # #
Yuhwa hummed, sliding out of the car, followed by Vaitiare as Mason slipped out of the driverโs seat. The three standing in front of the main entrance while people mingled about. Some offering their greetings to the leader while others tried to be subtle as they peered at the three, hoping for something exciting to happen.
He sighed. The pinkette tugging the large trench coat closer to his frame, welcoming the heat that it provided. His light blue hues dulling, knowing well enough that Naomi might want answers, and they deserved to know, but could Yuhwa really do that? He trusted Naomi with his life and the thought of losing them? Yuhwa couldnโt imagine a life without their second-in-command. Naomi was peaches. He couldnโt lose them. Yuhwa loved them ( of course, not romantically ). Naomi was home just as much as Mason and Vaitiare were.
โReady?โ Mason came to stand beside the other, offering his side to which Yuhwa graciously accepted despite the ripple of gasps and mumbling that rose. He snuggled into Masonโs embrace with a trill as Vaitiare rocked on the balls of his heels, watching the two with a subtle quirk of his lips.
โNot really, but โฆ I will be!โ He chirped. His tone was nonetheless convincing, but Yuhwa was getting there. Heโd be okay as long as he didnโt have any โฆ other encounters with his past boyfriends. He shook his head, banishing those thoughts. Something he had no intentions of opening up soon, but he doubted he could get out of it any longer than he already had.
He sighed, nuzzling into Masonโs warmth, becoming pliable as the raven-haired male moved him around until he was tucked into his embrace. The powerful scent of driftwood and spices lulling him into a relaxed state despite the mask digging painfully into his skin. Yuhwa didnโt mind so much if he could stay wrapped up in Masonโs embrace with Vaitiare close by, radiating calmness and gentleness.
Yuhwa puffed out his cheeks, knowing he had to leave. He had multiple things to do, especially seeing if he could slip by Naomi to test out the prototypes theyโve gradually been preparing. Of course, when do I ever listen to anyone? He snorted against the maleโs collarbone, drawing a gruff snort from the male in question. โWhatโs so funny, pipsqueak?โ
Yuhwa giggled. โNothing! Just some things I need to get done.โ He pulled away from the other, standing on his own two feet with the large trench coat wrapped snugly around his frame. His fingers were the only sliver of milky white flesh visible against the dark landscape. The nimble appendages curled loosely around the cuff of the sleeves.
Just as he padded away from the twins, the sound of rapid barking shattered the fragile serenity Yuhwa had found himself in. His body froze, locking up at the sight of the large canine running towards him.
His throat constricted, drawing in weak breaths as a pitiful whine escaped his lips. His light blue hues widening in terror. He couldnโtโYuhwa felt weak. His body begging him to run. Get away. He needed toโA pathetic whimper escaped. Why couldnโt he move?
His breath came in short, but quick pants. Blood roaring loudly in his ears. He couldnโt breathe. Why couldnโt he breathe?
Yuhwa felt himself shrink, curling into himself in a pathetic attempt to appear smaller than he was. The fowl stench hitting him like a tone of bricks, even if the canine wasnโt anywhere close to him. He wheezed.
]Blood. His mind reeled at the thick stretch, making him gag. He coughed, body crumbling with a pitiful mewl. Everything was wrong. He was back there in the alleyway, huddled behind a dumpster as a pack of dogs stood over him. Their teeth snapping at anything they could grasp as he struggled to shove the only food he could find in days.
Why was he here? He couldnโt remember. His body was too small. His skin felt loose and wrong. His heart thumped harshly against his sternum like hummingbird wings. He could feel himself to be pulled in two directions. His older self lay crumped in the middle of the sidewalk while he was trapped in his own mind. His own memories. He felt wrong. EverythingโYuhwa bit back a cry that bubbled from within his throat.
His arms raising above his head to shield himself from the onslaught of snapping jaws and blistering pain. He choked on his breath. His chest tightening with each passing second. His lips trembling as he gaped like a fish out of water. Please! No more!
A quiet sob escaped his lips without meaning to. The young child letting out whimpers as the dogs circled his frame. Their gaping maws tearing into tender flesh and leaving physiological scars Yuhwa doubted heโd ever be able to recover from.
A larger canine towered over his compact frame, preparing to rip into bloodied flesh with unhinged jaws, drool dribbling onto Yuhwa with wet sounding plops. He flinched, hands reaching to clasp over his ears, hoping to block out that dreaded sounded, but it seemed pointless.
His eyes cast down, staring at the blackened pavement with a whimper. His body trembling, wanting nothing more than to run, but running was pointless. He tried. They always caught up to him. It was pointless to resist.
Yuhwa winced as the gobs of drool rained down on his petite frame. Breath coming in quick and shallow, allowing the pounding headache to take over. He could feel it throb with each beat until it was the only thing he could โhearโ that didnโt drive him insane. Black dots clouded his vision, threatening to pass out right in the grasp of the very beings that gave him nightmares.
He fought back the cry that bubbled up. He felt disgusting. The drool leaving him sticky and uncomfortable while the rancid small of dog left him gagging. He wanted it to stop. Make it stop. The pinkette curled into himself further, flinching at the skim of fingers across his clothed shoulder.
He could barely make out the talking that pooled with concern. Talking? DogsโDogs canโt talk. Yuhwa frowned, peering up at the massive beast who snarled. He flinched. A whine ripping out from parted lips.
โDamnit! HanโFuck!โ He could barely make out someoneโs voice.
A second joining in. โDonโt โฆ rational โฆ panic.โ He made out with difficulty. Who?
He felt himself slowly come too. Blinking several times to clear his vision that pooled with tears, collecting around his chin and sliding down his throat. Where? He couldnโt remember. I was sleeping at the apartment, wasnโt I?
He could make out hushed whispers. The familiar sound of a voice snarling at the crowd to fuck off, causing Yuhwa to furrow his eyebrows. โM, Mason?โ He whispered. The rare occasion when he didnโt use nicknames. The twins staring down at the pinkette.
โFuck. Iโm here, pipsqueak. Come on. You're safe now. Nothing going to hurt you, alright? I wonโt let that fucking happen, you hear me? Over my dead body, will I let any fucker hurt you.โ He snarled.
โI donโt โฆ No dying.โ He mumbled. Why did he feel so horribly tired?
Mason snorted. โNo dying, then.โ The male carding his fingers through pinkish locks while the other slowly came back from whatever the hell. Yuhwa flinched at the touch, but otherwise remained still. His light blue hues gradually coming into focus to see Mason and Vaitiare, followed by the gradual crowd.
He flinched. He was sure there would be news of a leader, fearing some stray dog. Great. Another thing people will taunt him for. Although he didnโt care all that much, but it still hurt.
His fingers reached up to curl around Masonโs wrist, tugging to let the other know he was alright. โMโfine.โ He mumbled. His tone doing nothing to convenience the two. Mason sighed, dragging a hand through the raven-hued locks.
โAlright. Letโs get you inside before these fuckers get any more photos.โ He grumbled. Vaitiare humming in agreement.
Yuhwa was pliable, letting the other pull him up. The three shuffling into the building. He sighed, relishing in the familiar scents heโd grown accustomed to as the clanโs headquarters.
Leaning heavily against Mason, the three made their way into Yuhwaโs office, where he all but collapsed into his chair. His knees tucked close to his chest while the trench coat pooled around his frame. He glanced up through teary hues at the two who stood, unsure of what to do.
Yuhwa offered them a weak-filled grin, so unlike his cheery self. โIโll โฆ be fine.โ He waved a hand that slithered from out of the coat, waving a hand. โI just need a moment, thatโs all!โ He felt weak. His mind was groggy as ghost pains fluttered across milky white skin, reminding him of his younger self heโd done everything to forget.
I failed that part. He snorted. Some leader I am. He shooed at the two. โGo. Go. Go. Iโll be fine! Promise! Just a minor hiccup! I donโt normally react that bad.โ He laughed. His hand rubbing his nab. โThatโs embarrassing.โ He mumbled.
Mason sighed, watching Yuhwa. โAlright. You better call us if shit gets bad. Iโll fucking stick Keane on your ass if you donโt.โ That caused Yuhwa to laugh, nodding.
The pinkette watched the two slip out, allowing him some moment to himself. He shivered, drawing the coat closer to his body with a pitiful whimper. His gaze was glassy with tears. He really wished he had better luck, but it seemed fate liked to watch him squirm and fumble.
He glanced around his desk, scattered with papers that werenโt in untidy piles. His hands reaching out to clasp onto something heโd been working on, ignoring the way his hands shook vigorously. His breath coming in quick gasps, but otherwise he was doing okay.
Mostly.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami.
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.
title
pink spider lily, little trickster, huli jing.
species
demon.
pronouns
he / him.
age
" twenty-five ".
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would / pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin.
i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE FUMBLED WITH THE TECHNOLOGY, ignoring the way it sparked and flickered causing brief sparks of pain to flash against his milky white skin. His gaze lingering on the reddening skin, lips puckering into a pout. Thatโs gonna hurt. He let out a lofty hum, fingers burying themselves into the thick mesh of wires that buzzed with electricity that Yuhwa cared little if it left his hands raw and bleeding. He really didnโt. Everything was too much. He wanted things to stop. He just needed โฆ He just needed time. Thatโs all he wanted, but when had luck ever been on his side?
He let out a breathless chuckle, forehead thumping against the desk with a whimper, curling into himself further. The trench coat he wore swallowing up his petite frame, allowing its delicious warmth to sooth is rattling nerves. He let out various chirps, pulling the fabric closer to his neck, burrowing his nose into it to smell the heavy scent of driftwood and spices, until it eased himself out of his semi-panicked state. It allowed him a moment of peace until a knock shattered the fragile peace he created for himself.
His lips parted to let out an inaudible trill, blinking owlishly at the sight of his second-in-command holding drinks and food. His head cocked in a bird-like matter, letting out a trill in greetings, not quite trusting his voice. Yuhwa knew itโd do nothing, but make the other worry, but the thought of talking โฆ didnโt sound so pleasant. Heโd knew for certain his voice would crack until tears spilled down his cheeks. He couldnโt โฆ Yuhwa didnโt want to worry Naomi more than he already had.
His lips quirked up at the comment, bobbing his head. โT, Thank you!โ He reached to slip off his mask, showcasing his red-rimmed hues and haunted expression, contrasting his happy-go-lucky self. He reached out to cup the hot liquid with a soft purr rumbling within his chest, hugging the precious drink to his chest. It wasnโt noticeable, but his hues glistened over at the gesture, unable to hold back his emotions, but he didnโt cry. โHot chocolate is always a favorite!โ He grinned up at the other, taking a delicate sip with a hum.
The male reached out to nab one of the chocolate-filled churros with a squeak, nibbling on the delicious treat while swaying. The comfort food doing wonders to his mental state, allowing himself the briefest flash of happiness.
He took the noticeable hints, glancing up to see Naomi bore more feminine features, crooning. โYou look silly peaches.โ He giggled at the paint. His head cocked to the side, grinning. โIn a pretty way, though!โ He added on. Reminds me of stars โฆ but colorful! โPeaches is always pretty, though.โ He hummed.
His brows furrowed at the noticeable dark circles, flinching at the thought of Naomi not taking care of themselves. Itโs my fault. His body shrinking into himself at the thought with a feeble whine. โYou didnโt get enough sleep, did you? Iโm sorryโThis is all my fault, isnโt it?โ He laughed weekly, reaching up to drag a hand through pink-hued locks. Yuhwa didnโt fare much better, having stayed up the entire night with only a few minutes in the car, curled up against Mason like his life depended on it. Yuhwa always fared better when pressed up against another, sleeping soundlessly at the gentle rasp of someoneโs breathing. It calmed him more than he realized, sleeping far better than alone.
His head cocked at the mention of talking, brows furrowing. โEh? Talk about whatโโ His tone wavering, unable to fight off the shiver that raced down the lengths of his spine. He knew Naomi wanted to talk about what happened yesterday, but was he really ready to face that? No. But Naomi deserved some truth to what happened yesterday.
โNo! NoโIt isnโt stepping over anything! Youโreโโ Yuhwa let out a whine. โYou deserve answers! I just โฆ I donโt want you seeing me in a different light.โ He muttered, fiddling with his fingers that still held a red tint. โAnd youโre โฆ really special to me, so youโll find out one of these days.โ He laughed, but it sounded broken, a far outcry from his bubbly laugh.
The pinkette shuffled, setting down his hot chocolate to shuffle over towards the other, hands quivering as he reached out in hopes of the other accepting it. Needing some sort of way to ground himself for what was to come. He offered Naomi a nervous trill, bouncing on the balls of his feet while keeping the coat Mason had brought wrapped tightly around his frame. โSebastian and I โฆ used to date? Iโm not really sure what we were exactly, but I wasnโt in the best place.โ He chuckled. โI wasnโt really fair to him afterโโ Yuhwa paused, unable to get out the rest with a choked mewl.
Everything hurt. His knees wobbled, unable to keep himself upright as the emotional turmoil became too much for the pinkette to bear. It hurt. His head downcast, hiding behind his fluffy pink locks. โSorry! Sorry!โ He laughed wetly, waving a hand in the air. โItโs stupid, really! Donโt worry too much, yeah?โ He worried the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip.
โI lost someone really special to me and Sebastian was a rebound as were,โ Yuhwa laughed sheepishly, โa few others?โ He groaned into his palm pressed up against his face. โItโs stupid.โ His shoulders slumped. Sebastian hadnโt always been kind. The red-haired male finding joy in watching Yuhwa suffer beneath his manipulative words and threatening fists, far nicer compared to the others. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine, huddling into himself with a wince. Some leader I am. He thought bitterly.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
scroll
the teacher
yuhwa aeng.
birth name
้จ่ฑ yu hua
courtesy name
้จ่ฑๆฐ yu yingjie
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry ( cakes ), yunnie, yinnie
pronouns
he / him
age
twenty-five
THE LONG-HAIRED MALE HELD THE GUN TIGHT within his grasp, unable to let go. His body shook with tremors like that of great earthquakes. His lips trembling with anguish. A sob bubbled up within the base of his throat, tearing wails and sobs from his crackled lips. No. No. No. No. This couldnโt. It couldnโt be real. This isnโt real.
His bottom lip trembled at the gut-wrenching agony that tore through his frame, leaving him weak in the knees at the crumbled form of his husband. His knees buckled, hitting the tiled floor with a thud. Great shocks of pain ran up his legs, but he didnโt care. The mental pain far outshined his physical pain.
He dry heaved against the dirtied floor, ignoring the chaos around him as he sobbed. His body quivered with each sob. He didnโt care. He didnโtโYuhwa whimpered into his palms that were pressed tight against his lips. His nails digging into the tender flesh of his milky white cheeks that bled snow white with the pressure until crescent-shaped indents formed, but he didnโt stop. No. How could he? He deserved it. He deserved the pain.
This couldnโt be happening. It wasnโt real! It had to be a nightmare. Yes. That was it. Just a nightmare. It had to be. He couldnโtโYuhwa let out a pained whimper through trembling fingers.
His gaze remained locked on his husbandโs crumbled frame, so unlike the warmth and safety they once held. It was simply โฆ gone. He had nothing, but the emptiness and agony that bubbled in his stomach until it pooled, drowning his frame in a sea of agony.
โZ, Zh, Zhiqiang?โ His tone hoarse, causing light coughs to wrack his frame. โBaby?โ His tone all but begged.
This was just another night terror, one of many. He refused to believe this was real. He was still in the ambulance, sleeping. Right? Dreaming โฆ no. This wasnโt a dream. It was hell.
Yuhwa would wake up any minute to peer into peach-tinted hues that bled love. Heโd be held tight to his husbandโs chest with comforting rumbles thatโd sooth his tired mind. Zhiqiang was fine. He was safe, wrapped up in his hubbyโs arms as his lover whispered sweet nothings into his ears to ease his overly energetic mind and bubbling terror.
After all, how would Yuhwa live without his hubby? His baobei. His everything. Zhiqiang was his soulmate, and without his other half? Yuhwa shivered despite his milky white skin flushed pink to the soft sobs slipping past parted lips as he huddled, ignoring everything around him.
His fingers shook, reaching out to grasp the automated weapon, hugging it tight to his chest to ground himself, even if he so desperately wished this was all one fucked up dream. No. He neededโYuhwa fought back the whimper that bubbled up from within his throat.
His head shifted to stare at his husbandโs crumbled form close to the hospital bed that lay lopsided, tossed to the side as equipment remained scattered from the tussle prior to โฆ Yuhwa shook his head, unable to think about such events that led to โฆ this.
Yuhwaโs mocha-colored hues shifted, peering up into those dull peach-tinted orbs he loved so much. His core hurt. It hurt. He didnโtโHe didnโt wish for this. โIโm sorryโโ Yuhwa choked. His bottom lip quivered, throat tightening with a whine.
He stumbled, glancing at the door to the chaos, lips curling into a wobbled grimace. His hands reaching to curl around his stomach, taking in deep shuddering breaths, hoping to calm the sobs that tore through. โIโm sorry.โ He whimpered. His head low, staring at the crumbled form of his hubby. A soft whine escaping past his lips, ignoring the blood that coated his frame from his frantic attempt to stop the bleeding.
Zhiqiang had turned. It was supposed to have been him โฆ Zhiqiang wasnโt supposedโYuhwa flinched, shaking his head. He didnโt even want to think about it. Everything had happened so fast. One second the student was relatively alright and then the next it they sprung forward, latching onto one nurse and ultimately โฆ Zhiqiang.
His forelimb extended, fingers curling into the jacket Zhiqiang wore, tugging at it to ground himself. Already the stench of death was overpowering, leaving him missing the familiar scent of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver.
His heart weighed heavy in his chest, dragging him down to his knees to rest his forehead against the other. He pulled away with a choked cough, bringing himself to his feet, hand wrapped tightly around the gun that weighed comfortingly in the palm of his hand.
He flinched at the echoing screams throughout the hospital, biting his bottom lip. His gaze watching the scene unfold before him through the glass. Yuhwa glanced down at the gun held tightly within his grasp, reaching to drag a hand through his dark chestnut locks. He sighed. What do I do now? He wasnโt sure. He wasnโt sure about a lot of things anymore.
Did he want to continue living? Knowing Zhiqiang was just โฆ gone. Yuhwa wasnโt sure. He just โฆ why?
The male shuffled closer to the door, peeking out to see if heโd be able to escape, the gun held in front of him in a slight diagonal. His body pulled back at the slightest glimpse of a zombie running amuck in light blue scrubs.
He tugged on his bottom lip, worrying the sensitive flesh as he mulled over his situation. His fingers curling into the soft flesh of his palm, keeping the male grounded. He needed something to distract him as he went about what to do next. He wasnโt sure โฆ Should he try to leave? But what if there were more? He might be alright with a gun, but if he had to take down multiple? He doubted heโd survive for long.
His mind whirled in a beautifully chaotic dance. The corner of his lips tugging into a frown, so unlike his usual bright grin. Now? What should he be happy about?
Alright. He needed to see if he could find survivors. Yes. That sounded like a decent plan. Strength in numbers, he supposed, but that would only last so long until things erupt in hungry flames.
Yuhwa sighed through clenched teeth. Damnit. He slipped out from behind the door and into the bloodied hallway. Blood roaring loud within his ears to the steady thrum of his heart that thudded against his sternum. His gaze flickered to the crumbled form of his husband, teeth grinding. Iโm sorry. He chanted while dashing away from the room.
He needed to get to his kids. Oh god. Yuhwa almost stumbled over a fallen IV stand at the thought of his students. His mind whirling at the possibilities. His knuckles turned white, fingernails sinking into the tender flesh of his palm.
How could he forget them? They were his students. His brows furrowed in determination as the petite male hurried along, gun clasped tightly. He still had one thing as long in this god-awful world.
Yuhwa needed to get back to the school, consequences be damned. His students could be in danger if โฆ whatever this was had spread from what he saw flourish earlier on. With that in mind, Yuhwa felt his heart bubble with fondness and protectiveness, filling it to the brim and banishing the hollowness he felt the second that bullet left the barrel of the gun.
His mocha-colored hues glancing briefly at the wedding ring that sat comfortably upon his slender finger, stomach churning with an inaudible whimper. I love you, A-Lan. He thought miserably. If only he had a few more minutes with the taller male. If only he didnโt have to say goodbye, but it seems his luck was drying out for the worse. He was alone. The only thing that was keeping him from falling? His students. His troublesome students that he adored, even if some of their personalities were questionable. They were his kids, regardless.
His bottom lip trembled at the gut-wrenching agony that tore through his frame, leaving him weak in the knees at the crumbled form of his husband. His knees buckled, hitting the tiled floor with a thud. Great shocks of pain ran up his legs, but he didnโt care. The mental pain far outshined his physical pain.
He dry heaved against the dirtied floor, ignoring the chaos around him as he sobbed. His body quivered with each sob. He didnโt care. He didnโtโYuhwa whimpered into his palms that were pressed tight against his lips. His nails digging into the tender flesh of his milky white cheeks that bled snow white with the pressure until crescent-shaped indents formed, but he didnโt stop. No. How could he? He deserved it. He deserved the pain.
This couldnโt be happening. It wasnโt real! It had to be a nightmare. Yes. That was it. Just a nightmare. It had to be. He couldnโtโYuhwa let out a pained whimper through trembling fingers.
His gaze remained locked on his husbandโs crumbled frame, so unlike the warmth and safety they once held. It was simply โฆ gone. He had nothing, but the emptiness and agony that bubbled in his stomach until it pooled, drowning his frame in a sea of agony.
โZ, Zh, Zhiqiang?โ His tone hoarse, causing light coughs to wrack his frame. โBaby?โ His tone all but begged.
This was just another night terror, one of many. He refused to believe this was real. He was still in the ambulance, sleeping. Right? Dreaming โฆ no. This wasnโt a dream. It was hell.
Yuhwa would wake up any minute to peer into peach-tinted hues that bled love. Heโd be held tight to his husbandโs chest with comforting rumbles thatโd sooth his tired mind. Zhiqiang was fine. He was safe, wrapped up in his hubbyโs arms as his lover whispered sweet nothings into his ears to ease his overly energetic mind and bubbling terror.
After all, how would Yuhwa live without his hubby? His baobei. His everything. Zhiqiang was his soulmate, and without his other half? Yuhwa shivered despite his milky white skin flushed pink to the soft sobs slipping past parted lips as he huddled, ignoring everything around him.
His fingers shook, reaching out to grasp the automated weapon, hugging it tight to his chest to ground himself, even if he so desperately wished this was all one fucked up dream. No. He neededโYuhwa fought back the whimper that bubbled up from within his throat.
His head shifted to stare at his husbandโs crumbled form close to the hospital bed that lay lopsided, tossed to the side as equipment remained scattered from the tussle prior to โฆ Yuhwa shook his head, unable to think about such events that led to โฆ this.
Yuhwaโs mocha-colored hues shifted, peering up into those dull peach-tinted orbs he loved so much. His core hurt. It hurt. He didnโtโHe didnโt wish for this. โIโm sorryโโ Yuhwa choked. His bottom lip quivered, throat tightening with a whine.
He stumbled, glancing at the door to the chaos, lips curling into a wobbled grimace. His hands reaching to curl around his stomach, taking in deep shuddering breaths, hoping to calm the sobs that tore through. โIโm sorry.โ He whimpered. His head low, staring at the crumbled form of his hubby. A soft whine escaping past his lips, ignoring the blood that coated his frame from his frantic attempt to stop the bleeding.
Zhiqiang had turned. It was supposed to have been him โฆ Zhiqiang wasnโt supposedโYuhwa flinched, shaking his head. He didnโt even want to think about it. Everything had happened so fast. One second the student was relatively alright and then the next it they sprung forward, latching onto one nurse and ultimately โฆ Zhiqiang.
His forelimb extended, fingers curling into the jacket Zhiqiang wore, tugging at it to ground himself. Already the stench of death was overpowering, leaving him missing the familiar scent of cedarwood, pine, and vetiver.
His heart weighed heavy in his chest, dragging him down to his knees to rest his forehead against the other. He pulled away with a choked cough, bringing himself to his feet, hand wrapped tightly around the gun that weighed comfortingly in the palm of his hand.
He flinched at the echoing screams throughout the hospital, biting his bottom lip. His gaze watching the scene unfold before him through the glass. Yuhwa glanced down at the gun held tightly within his grasp, reaching to drag a hand through his dark chestnut locks. He sighed. What do I do now? He wasnโt sure. He wasnโt sure about a lot of things anymore.
Did he want to continue living? Knowing Zhiqiang was just โฆ gone. Yuhwa wasnโt sure. He just โฆ why?
The male shuffled closer to the door, peeking out to see if heโd be able to escape, the gun held in front of him in a slight diagonal. His body pulled back at the slightest glimpse of a zombie running amuck in light blue scrubs.
He tugged on his bottom lip, worrying the sensitive flesh as he mulled over his situation. His fingers curling into the soft flesh of his palm, keeping the male grounded. He needed something to distract him as he went about what to do next. He wasnโt sure โฆ Should he try to leave? But what if there were more? He might be alright with a gun, but if he had to take down multiple? He doubted heโd survive for long.
His mind whirled in a beautifully chaotic dance. The corner of his lips tugging into a frown, so unlike his usual bright grin. Now? What should he be happy about?
Alright. He needed to see if he could find survivors. Yes. That sounded like a decent plan. Strength in numbers, he supposed, but that would only last so long until things erupt in hungry flames.
Yuhwa sighed through clenched teeth. Damnit. He slipped out from behind the door and into the bloodied hallway. Blood roaring loud within his ears to the steady thrum of his heart that thudded against his sternum. His gaze flickered to the crumbled form of his husband, teeth grinding. Iโm sorry. He chanted while dashing away from the room.
He needed to get to his kids. Oh god. Yuhwa almost stumbled over a fallen IV stand at the thought of his students. His mind whirling at the possibilities. His knuckles turned white, fingernails sinking into the tender flesh of his palm.
How could he forget them? They were his students. His brows furrowed in determination as the petite male hurried along, gun clasped tightly. He still had one thing as long in this god-awful world.
Yuhwa needed to get back to the school, consequences be damned. His students could be in danger if โฆ whatever this was had spread from what he saw flourish earlier on. With that in mind, Yuhwa felt his heart bubble with fondness and protectiveness, filling it to the brim and banishing the hollowness he felt the second that bullet left the barrel of the gun.
His mocha-colored hues glancing briefly at the wedding ring that sat comfortably upon his slender finger, stomach churning with an inaudible whimper. I love you, A-Lan. He thought miserably. If only he had a few more minutes with the taller male. If only he didnโt have to say goodbye, but it seems his luck was drying out for the worse. He was alone. The only thing that was keeping him from falling? His students. His troublesome students that he adored, even if some of their personalities were questionable. They were his kids, regardless.
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the soldier
li xiongyin.
second name
ๅผ ่ฎ้พ zhang lienlong
englsih name
elijah
nicknames
roo, rue, mr. naรฏve, eli, little lotus
pronouns
he / him
age
thirty-four
THE SECOND ZHIQIANG HAD CONTACTED HIM he was racing to his car, fingers fumbling with the keys in his haste to get to the hospital. He glanced at the fallen items held within its plastic confinements, sighing through parted lips. He shook his head, the short-haired male hurrying to slip into the driverโs seat. Fingers reached to curl around the wheel, tightening his hold until his knuckles bled white.
He cursed softly, speeding through the familiar scenery, gaze set in a determined frown. His brows furrowed while slender fingers tapped the steering wheel in worry. Please be alright. He thought, glancing in the rear-view mirror as he went. A little faster wouldnโt hurt. His foot shifted, pressing the pedal down ( in his defense, it was only a little ) until the vehicle jerked, speeding up.
It didnโt take long ( although it felt like hours ) to arrive. The dark-haired make quick to steer into a vacant parking lot, uncaring that it said staff only. His hand reached to grab his gun, slipping on the silencer while nabbing a pair of elongated daggers, tucking them into his belt for safekeeping. His gaze set in a determined glimmer, stepping out into the crisp air coated with a sheen of medicine and antiseptic. His gaze flickered, wasting no time to slip inside.
The male flinched at the scene before him. His nose scrunching up in disgust, but otherwise schooled his expression into something neutral. His heart palpated against his sternum, drawing quick, shaky breaths. His hand tightened around the gun, slipping past fallen bodies and listening to the horrid screech of something inhuman, drawing the male back to that. His frame shivered, lips tugging into a thin line. Come on. Come on. He slipped in and out, dashing from one area to the next while peeking into each room, only to be met with something horrible. His stomach churned at the thought of Zhiqiang and Yuhwa being trapped in this chaos, but he had faith theyโd be fine.
Xiongyin hurried along with silent footsteps, arm raised at a slight diagonal. His thoughts whirled like a tornado. Everything going back to the day he lost everything. His heart tightened at the mere memories, biting back the whine that threatened to spill from his lips. He was a soldier. He should at least have some control over his emotions, but he thought wrong.
He paused at the bang that resonated, causing his muscles to crinkle, tensing beneath milky white flesh. His gaze narrowed with an inaudible click of his tongue. Xiongyin shuffled forward, finger clicking back while the other hovered over the trigger. The brown-haired male hissed between clenched teeth at the zombie lurching forward with a screech, blood dribbling down its busted chin.
He didnโt waste a second, the silencer doing wonders as the bullet slipped between its eyebrows, dropping with a thud. He grimaced at the smell, rushing past the corpse with little resistance.
He peeked into yet another room, lips peeled back into a grimace at the mess. Damnit. He knew. He knew well enough that things would be chaos. He knew heโd have to kill. He knew.
Even so.
He still felt awful. The churning guilt bubbling within his stomach, knowing he could have at least done something. He had had โฆ Elijah knew more would have lived, but then what? A sigh slipped past his parted lips, drawing in a suffering breath. His dark-colored hues scanning the area he found himself in.
There wasnโt much, save for the flipped bed and crumbled form ofโXiongyin paused. His colored hues widening in disbelief. No. This canโtโ
He sucked in a shuddering breath, shaking his head. If Zhiqiang was dead then where was Yuhwa? The male worried his bottom lip, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill from his reddening hues. He failed. Why the hell was his a soldier if he couldnโt protect the only family member that hadnโt abandoned him? Xiongyin let out a bitter laugh, shoulders shaking. โDamnit.โ He let out a sigh, head cocked back to stare at the ceiling.
It seemed everything was going to hell all thanks to that damn thing. He reached to pinch the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to get rid of any excess tears that pooled down his hallowed cheeks and down his chin, darkening the black t-shirt he bore with navy hued cargo pants that hugged his waist.
He noticed the wedding ring wrapped around his finger, kneeling down to slip the priceless jewelry off and pocketing it. He sure as hell hoped Yuhwa was still alive. Zhiqiang would give him hell whenever he died. A breathless chuckle escaped his cracked and bloodied lips, the corners quirking into a wobbly smile. Iโm gonna miss you..
It hurt, but there wasnโt much he could do, not when he needed to find Yuhwa and knowing how sensitive the long-haired male was to emotions was an utter mess. His heart squeezed at what the younger could be experiencing. Nothing good. He schooled his expression, boring a neutral facade despite the turmoil raging within his mind. I need to find Yuhwa and see if anyone else survived this hellhole. He thought with an inaudible grunt.
His hand reaching to curl around the handle of one dagger, crisscrossing his wrists where his right hand tightly onto the black-hued gun whereas his left was held horizontally, fingers clasped around the handle of the curved blade.
Now he just needed to hunt down Yuhwa. His shoulders sagged at finding someone who could very well be dead. He shook his head, squaring his shoulders with a determined grunt, heading deeper into the fray.
He cursed softly, speeding through the familiar scenery, gaze set in a determined frown. His brows furrowed while slender fingers tapped the steering wheel in worry. Please be alright. He thought, glancing in the rear-view mirror as he went. A little faster wouldnโt hurt. His foot shifted, pressing the pedal down ( in his defense, it was only a little ) until the vehicle jerked, speeding up.
It didnโt take long ( although it felt like hours ) to arrive. The dark-haired make quick to steer into a vacant parking lot, uncaring that it said staff only. His hand reached to grab his gun, slipping on the silencer while nabbing a pair of elongated daggers, tucking them into his belt for safekeeping. His gaze set in a determined glimmer, stepping out into the crisp air coated with a sheen of medicine and antiseptic. His gaze flickered, wasting no time to slip inside.
The male flinched at the scene before him. His nose scrunching up in disgust, but otherwise schooled his expression into something neutral. His heart palpated against his sternum, drawing quick, shaky breaths. His hand tightened around the gun, slipping past fallen bodies and listening to the horrid screech of something inhuman, drawing the male back to that. His frame shivered, lips tugging into a thin line. Come on. Come on. He slipped in and out, dashing from one area to the next while peeking into each room, only to be met with something horrible. His stomach churned at the thought of Zhiqiang and Yuhwa being trapped in this chaos, but he had faith theyโd be fine.
Xiongyin hurried along with silent footsteps, arm raised at a slight diagonal. His thoughts whirled like a tornado. Everything going back to the day he lost everything. His heart tightened at the mere memories, biting back the whine that threatened to spill from his lips. He was a soldier. He should at least have some control over his emotions, but he thought wrong.
He paused at the bang that resonated, causing his muscles to crinkle, tensing beneath milky white flesh. His gaze narrowed with an inaudible click of his tongue. Xiongyin shuffled forward, finger clicking back while the other hovered over the trigger. The brown-haired male hissed between clenched teeth at the zombie lurching forward with a screech, blood dribbling down its busted chin.
He didnโt waste a second, the silencer doing wonders as the bullet slipped between its eyebrows, dropping with a thud. He grimaced at the smell, rushing past the corpse with little resistance.
He peeked into yet another room, lips peeled back into a grimace at the mess. Damnit. He knew. He knew well enough that things would be chaos. He knew heโd have to kill. He knew.
Even so.
He still felt awful. The churning guilt bubbling within his stomach, knowing he could have at least done something. He had had โฆ Elijah knew more would have lived, but then what? A sigh slipped past his parted lips, drawing in a suffering breath. His dark-colored hues scanning the area he found himself in.
There wasnโt much, save for the flipped bed and crumbled form ofโXiongyin paused. His colored hues widening in disbelief. No. This canโtโ
He sucked in a shuddering breath, shaking his head. If Zhiqiang was dead then where was Yuhwa? The male worried his bottom lip, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill from his reddening hues. He failed. Why the hell was his a soldier if he couldnโt protect the only family member that hadnโt abandoned him? Xiongyin let out a bitter laugh, shoulders shaking. โDamnit.โ He let out a sigh, head cocked back to stare at the ceiling.
It seemed everything was going to hell all thanks to that damn thing. He reached to pinch the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to get rid of any excess tears that pooled down his hallowed cheeks and down his chin, darkening the black t-shirt he bore with navy hued cargo pants that hugged his waist.
He noticed the wedding ring wrapped around his finger, kneeling down to slip the priceless jewelry off and pocketing it. He sure as hell hoped Yuhwa was still alive. Zhiqiang would give him hell whenever he died. A breathless chuckle escaped his cracked and bloodied lips, the corners quirking into a wobbly smile. Iโm gonna miss you..
It hurt, but there wasnโt much he could do, not when he needed to find Yuhwa and knowing how sensitive the long-haired male was to emotions was an utter mess. His heart squeezed at what the younger could be experiencing. Nothing good. He schooled his expression, boring a neutral facade despite the turmoil raging within his mind. I need to find Yuhwa and see if anyone else survived this hellhole. He thought with an inaudible grunt.
His hand reaching to curl around the handle of one dagger, crisscrossing his wrists where his right hand tightly onto the black-hued gun whereas his left was held horizontally, fingers clasped around the handle of the curved blade.
Now he just needed to hunt down Yuhwa. His shoulders sagged at finding someone who could very well be dead. He shook his head, squaring his shoulders with a determined grunt, heading deeper into the fray.
thoughts speech
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
HE STOOD OUTSIDE THE INTERNET CAFE, gaze hallowed but more alive than he had been the past few months. His fingers curled into the callouses of his palm, leaving crescent-shaped indents, questioning why he bothered. He sighed. The raven-haired male reached to drag a hand through his hair, pushing the door open with a quick bump of his shoulder.
His azure-tinted hues scanned the semi-pleasant atmosphere the online cafe offered. It was nice, but Azure wouldnโt come back. His nose crinkled at the pastel colors. Too fucking bright. He grumbled. Damnit. Why the hell was he here? He snorted, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. The notion brought a few people to glance his way, curiosity sparkling within their hues as they remained blissfully aware of the dangers the world offered. He hated it, but Azure had no intentions of wishing his life onto others.
It was his life to remember. To live. Not anyone elseโs. He fucked up in his past life and this was his punishment. Perhaps fate knew what heโd grown into. A monster. He bit back a snarl. His longer canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, worrying it until he drew beads of blood. He continually attacked the bruised flesh, enjoying the brief sensation of pain it brought, distracting him.
Sure as hell going to need it. Azure wasnโt sure what he was about to do was stupid or just pain being a dumbass that enjoyed wallowing in pain. He snorted. Some sick bastard he was, wasnโt he? The male let out a huff at that.
He padded deeper into the cafe, choosing a computer towards the back, away from the few people that were sprinkled towards the front. His fingers slipped around the back of the plush chair, pulling it back to sit.
He seemed on autopilot, logging in and checking social media. His heart clenched at the missing personโs post on the few heโd left behind. It hurt. He wasnโt sure why he continued to check up on them, but the male couldnโt stand not knowing if they were alright or not. It hurt, but at least he knew they were safe.
Far safer than they would have been with a monster like him. It had been his fault. His damn mother would remind him constantly.
The memories resurfaced, enveloping Azure in a black fog. His frame shook with dry sobs, hand coming to press against his face. His body hunched over the desk, the sobs turning into silent laughter. Gods. He was fucked.
Mason rubbed his face in lazy counterclockwise circles to regain his ego back. He shook his head, raven-haired locks brushing against his forehead with the simple movement.
The male scrolled through Reddit. He hadnโt been paying attention until the words of Mt. Olympian caught his attention. His brows furrowed. The fuck? He glanced around. His lips puckered in thought. What the fuck is this? The Gods were missing? He wondered if this was some sick joke for passing demi-gods that didnโt know what else to do with their lives except scrolling through Reddit. Like him. He was a dumbass. Not that heโd admit that out loud to anyone.
He clicked on the post, watching the text expand to note the userโs name. Axel Hernandez. He leaned forward until his nose grazed across the heated screen, fingers interlocked, chin resting against his knees with his elbows on the table. He made a thoughtful hum. Someone whoโs brave, huh? He had little to lose, not anymore. He had nothing. Azure was fine with that. He was fine being alone even if the thought scared the shit out of him. It was fine. He deserved this. He deserved a lot of things, but heโd rather not get into that. Not now, anyway.
xxยฐ xxยฐ it read at the bottom on xx day. He glanced at the clock in the bottom right of the screen, showing xx in white Arial font. Guess itโs my lucky day. He snorted. The male clicking out of the webpage, logging out of the computer and paying the worker without glancing up.
His mind somewhere else as he slipped out of the online cafe, gliding down the pavement with ease. His hands stuffed in the outer pockets of his black trench coat that fluttered behind him, showcasing his black attire. He looked ready to go to a funeral.
He wore a tight fitted compression shirt that hugged his frame. It was paired with black fitted dress pants where two black belts wrapped around his left upper thigh and a black belt with a silver glaze. His favorite pair of black calf-high bots that tied at the front, followed by six straps, fastened with silver tinted buckets.
It was comfortable as it was sensible. The male slipped into an alleyway further away from the online cafe. His body gravitating towards the dumpster where he hid his weapons he received during his brief stay at Camp Half-Blood.
He bent down, fingers curling around the sheath of his katana-like sword that resembled that of a jian sword but possessed the familiar curve the katana possessed. It wasnโt long, but it was one of his more cherished weapons. He brushed his trench coat out of the way, fastening the sheath to his back belt loops with the leather straps. He hummed in satisfaction, tugging at the object to make sure it was secured.
Mason shifted, tugging his trench coat off, tossing it over his shoulder to reveal two black straps that criss-crossed in an X that held his other weapons. The male reached to grab the Hsu Quandao, resembling that of a Chinese glaive-like weapon with a white cream-colored cloth covering the blade. He strapped it to his back with minor difficulty, proceeding to strap his enclosed scythe, the blade folded into itself.
He didnโt need to get pricked. He learned his lesson the last time he forgot to fold the blade, resulting in some injuries that Sinikka cursed at him for. He snickered at the memory, lips curled in a brief smile only to pause. The smile slipping away seconds later. Azure sighed, slipping the familiar black cloth onto his arms, concealing the three weapons save for the two attached to his back, the heads peaking out from the collar.
He supposed it was time to walk. Heโd been tempted to call a cab, but the last time he rode with the three women resulted in him getting kicked out. Not so pleasant memories. Besides. He didnโt have money save for the few American bills he stashed into a small book bag, using the last at the cafe.
This better be fucking real.
# # #
He stood, staring at the entrance of Camp Ivy, brows furrowed at the mess laid before him. What the fuck happened? He frowned, worry pooling into his stomach. He sure as hell hoped whoever was here had gotten away. He wasnโt to keen on staring down at corpses. Heโd seen enough of them to last him a lifetime. Sure as hell didnโt need another reason to not sleep at night.
The azure-hued male shuffled forward, noting the damage. His gaze narrowing, hand reaching to clutch the hilt of his double-edged sword. The grip turning his skin milky white, contrasting against the his pale skin. He breathed through parted lips, ignoring the slight sting as the air brushed against the wounds along his bottom lip.
He let out a rumble that vibrated deep within his throat. The male gravitating towards what appeared to be the temple that lived within Camp Ivory. His nose scrunched up at the sight of it. He wondered how narcissistic and selfish those bastards were. Some parents, they were. He laughed bitterly. He wanted nothing to do with them, but curiosity won over his sensible hatred for them.
If his father remotely cared for him, the asshole would have done something. Instead, the asshole sat on his high chair, undoubtedly wondering how he had such as worthless son. He grinned, hues darkening to a midnight hue. He was pissed, but the God wasnโt to blame. It was his own damn fault.
โWhat the fuck happened to this place?โ He muttered. His boot kicking at a tossed bow and arrow. His brows furrowed. โBetter not be any damn bodies. Iโm walking the other way.โ He hissed through clenched teeth. He was serious. The first sight of anything remotely like a corpse? He was walking away.
He padded closer to the temple, head tilting to survey his surrounds once more. He had seen nothing save for the occasional noise, no doubt monsters but it seemed safe enough. His muscles twitched in anticipation.
Mason slipping inside to observe what was left. It seemed to be some worshiping area for the campers that stayed here. He huffed. Of course. It laid, untouched by the chaos with pristine marble that made him sick to his stomach.
He ignored the odd feeling within, noting the thirteen statues that towered above him some feet tall. He blinked. Egotistical, much? To the left he noted Hephaestus. His lips curled into a sneer. His hand slipped from grasping the hilt, flipping the status off with as much venom he could muster. Was he being stupid? Undoubtedly. Did he give a shit? Certainly not. The asshole claimed him, but then what? Nothing.
He paused, head cocked. โWhere the fuck is Hades?โ He quipped. His voice echoed throughout the temple, glancing around in case heโd missed it. Nope. It wasnโt here. โIsnโt this fucking fantastic?โ He mused. His hands tucked themselves into the front pockets of his trench coat.
He remained standing in the center, lost in thought. His body shifted at the faint trace of voices. His fingers lazily drifting to his sword, fingers curling around the smooth material of his blade. โFan-fucking-tastic.โ He huffed. What else? Monsters appearing inside? He sure as hell hoped it was people otherwise theyโd meet one very pissed off demi-god.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
HIS BLUE-TINTED HUES SHIFTED TO STARE at the male whoโd just entered. His brow rose at the loud statement, hiding a snicker behind a scoff. He watched the other ogle over the statues who heโd just flipped off prior to the other arriving. He had a feeling heโd fucked up, but the male could have cared less. Sue him for wanting to curse his father to the damn moon. The asshole deserves it. Heโd admit that out loud if someone asked. He had no problems with that. Consequences be damned. Heโd take them with his head held high, damnit.
He blinked, head cocked. โHuh? Fuck no.โ He shook his head. โIโm not Axel.โ He leaned further into his right hip, arms crossed against his muscular chest. โIโm waiting for the dumbass to show his face unless this is some sick joke to kill us all.โ He grumbled. He wasnโt an optimistic, okay? It was a decent plan if that were the case. Gathering the last of the demi-gods to finish them. He huffed, eye twitching in annoyance. He could do with a fight. The tension built up within his frame was screaming to be released and beheading a few monsters sounded far more pleasing than standing here like sitting ducks.
He huffed, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. His left eye twitched in exasperated. He jerked his head at the sound of voices, hand reaching for his curved sword that rested in its sheath. His frame tensed in anticipation, gaze flickering towards the other.
He might not know the asshole, but Azure had no intentions of not protecting them. Heโd regret it later if the other turned into some hideous creature, but for now Azure focused on the potential threat.
He bit back a snarl at the unstable ground. His muscles tensed, balancing himself to stay upright. He dutifully noted the multiple shrieks. For fuck sakes. If the Gods needed saving they sure as hell had a shitty way of expressing their gratitude. Assholes.
His midnight blue hues narrowed at the tape recorder falling out from within the Hermes statue. His brow rose in question. Eh? His maw opened only to pause at the voice that echoed from it. So thatโs Axel. He grumbled. Of course. The stranger didnโt even have the decency to show himself.
Azure shuffled, crouching low to listen to the tape recorder. His hands resting lazily between his thighs while his black trench coat flooded around him, hiding his frame from view. His head cocked, drawing a snort out of him at the easy part. Fan-fucking-tastic. He let out a rumble that vibrated deep within his chest, eyes brightening at the mention of weapons. His left hand shifted to brush against the sword clasped to his belt loops. He had no intentions of finding more. The ones that rested against his frame were a familiar feeling that brought comfort despite being inanimate objects of metal.
The recording ended leaving Azure to bark out a laugh. His hand reaching to run through his raven-hued locks. โWell, thatโs fucking great.โ He growled. The sound low and guttural that vibrated within his throat. He stood to his full height, hands shoved in his pockets. His head lowered adoring an off-putting grin on ivory-hued lips. โOlympus, huh?โ
His hues gradually bled to a brighter shade of royal azure. He glanced at the group a little way off from him. His lips tugged into a frown. He sure as hell didnโt know them and the thought of going on a road trip with a bunch of strangers wasnโt pleasing. He rumbled in annoyance. He didnโt really have a choice, did he? The man had nothing better to do than wallow in self-pity and wait until his body gave out.
His head cocked, listening to the banging echoes throughout the forest. His lips tugged into a sneer. โSeems it pissed something off.โ He quipped. His voice barely audible.
Damn. He rolled his shoulders, listening to the audible pops and cracks. He hadnโt had a good fight in a while. His hues darkened to a midnight-hue with a feral grin plastered across ivory-hued lips.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE FERAL GRIN SLIPPED AWAY at the voice. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the albino standing a little way from him. He couldnโt help the sneer that danced across ivory-hued lips. Nice to see you too, asshole. He huffed. The male made no comment, canines digging into the torn flesh of his bottom lip.
His brow rose at the nicknames. Seriously? Darkslayer? He snorted at the god-awful nickname. He wasnโt surprised. It only proved to set him off even more now that they had monsters hot on their tails. He really didnโt need to deal with this shit. Where the fuck is the alcohol when you need it. He huffed. Fucking hell. โNice to see you too.โ He grumbled under his breath. His tone sarcastic.
โMason or Azure.โ He quipped. His tone deadpan. He doubted she cared. The only emotion being the twitch of his left eye. He knew how much she hated him. It wasnโt hard to see. Real fucking obvious. The raven-haired male simply flipped her off to quell the subtle anger bubbling beneath the surface, even if she was preoccupied with her bag.
He almost barked out laughing at the grumpybritches. The only noticeable trait was the snort that escaped his lips. Nice nickname. He thought smudgy. It was superior to his own nicknames Laura tossed out at him.
His hues shifted to the male whom seemed to freak out after the initial shake of the temple. Azure cocked his head, listening to the other with a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat ( growling ). It was a good plan. He sure as hell hoped those who couldnโt fight decided to play hero. None of them needed that. He had enough on his plate making sure these dumbasses made it to the weaponry without dying.
โI have no problem with it.โ He shrugged. โIf you canโt fight, then donโt be a dumbass and join. We donโt need to be worrying about some idiot wanting to play hero and getting themselves killed.โ He didnโt have time to see if he offended anyone.
โIf something comes at youโโ His lips curled at the thought. He might not know them, but he sure as well wouldnโt let any of them get hurt. Strangers be damned. โโpoint the sharp end at it.โ He finished.
He briefly glanced at Laura. Azure didnโt dislike her, although he knew damn well how much she despised him. He didnโt doubt her abilities, but he sure as hell would not watch the other get injured even if she could handle it.
He reached to drag a hand through his raven-hued locks. His midnight blue hues flickered to the woman who mentioned coating the small group in a blanket of darkness. He grunted in agreement. It wasnโt bad. Itโd give them a chance to get to the weaponry easier. โSounds good.โ He watched the other leave the temple.
Azure wasnโt far behind him, pausing briefly to stare at the group. His gaze narrowed. Fucking hell. He reached behind him, fingers skimming the sheath until they curled around the hilt of his blade. It was a hybrid, a double-edged blade despite it having obvious characteristics of a katana. He twirled the blade, so it rested against his calloused palms, holding out the hilt to Oak. โBetter bring it back.โ His lips curled into a cheeky grin.
The male pivoted on his feet, hand reaching to grasp his Hsu Quandao from just below the blade. He swiftly pulled the cream-colored cloth away from the silver blade, stuffing it into the sheath with ease.
A feral grin plastered across ivory-hued lips at the promise of a fight. The weapon resting comfortably on his shoulder, hand resting near the end of the prolonged hilt. He stood beside the other, head cocked. โReady?โ His brow quirked at the other, noting the chain he pulled out from his hoodie. The male shifted from foot to foot, his other hand brushing a few strands of hair away from his eyes.
He wondered how many were coming, not that itโd change much. Heโd been itching for a fight since he arrived. His hand tightened around the hilt at the snarls and growls of monsters advancing towards them. Showtime fuckers.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
HIS LIPS CURLED INTO A PREDATORY SMIRK at the comment. His slanted hues curling in mischief as his muscles coiled beneath his sinewy frame. The male watching the secondary group from the corner of his eye, noting Laura handing one of her weapons to another member of the group. He snorted, letting out a rumbling hum that vibrated through his chest, gravitating to the back of his throat. Of course. He made no comment.
His attention shifting to the other with a cheeky grin. โSpoken like a true demi-god.โ His voice humorous despite the feral-look he possessed. โJust donโt get killed, dumbass.โ He remarked. His tone serious. He hadnโt known the male for long, but Azure hated to see something happen to the other. Stranger or not. Of course, Azure knew the maleโs name, so they werenโt entirely strangers.
His darkened hues shifted to the dreadful screeches that sent Azure bubbling with the energy he so desperately wanted to release. His fingers tightening around the lengthened handle. The tips of his fingers drumming an unrecognizable tune. Here comes the fuckers. He thought with a cackle.
Azure caught sight of the harpy flapping its wings. Seriously? A fucking harpy? Apparently the assholes wanted them to die quicker. Fan-fucking-tastic. His attention flickered to Julian, lips quirking into a smirk at the comment. โHave fun with birds-for-brains.โ He grumbled. Just donโt get your ass killed. He didnโt feel like scrapping off chunks of human into a coffin soon. No fucking thank you. He had enough death to last him a few more months.
His body surged forward with a wolfish snarl. His lips peeled back to reveal sharp canines that glistened beneath the lightโs rays. His Hsu Quandao coiled in his grasp in preparation to swing with all his might. The male momentarily noting the secondary screech as a hoard of hellhounds came spilling out from the north. โFuck!โ His body skidded into a crouch.
โThe barrier must be gone.โ He huffed. โFor fuck sakes.โ Grinding his teeth as bouts of annoyance oozed off of his frame. His lips thinned into a grimace. Azure giving a quick glance to the secondary group. โDonโt fucking die either!โ He barked to the group.
He sure as hell hoped they made it, but when was it ever that easy? Fuck. I just jinxed it, didnโt it? โAhโFuck.โ He grumbled. The male reaching with his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
He made a grunt of confirmation. He didnโt need it, but Azure didnโt think it was time to be spiteful. He didnโt need orders. He was doing just fine, damnit.
Azure didnโt waste any time to dash after the other. His body emitting a blueish hue as sparks of fire raced up his cloaked arms. The blade releasing a glow as if it was powering up, lighting up like a damn Christmas tree.
He didnโt miss the way his skin prickled with heat or the subtle pain that came with it. His lips curled downward into a grimace. The notion coming and going as quickly as it appeared. He didnโt have time to worry about the consequences of his fire. Not that he cared all that much to begin with.
โGot it, cupcake.โ He muttered. His body following hot on Julianโs tail. He was quick to cover his eyes, shielding the sensitive appendages from the brightly lit orb. Bright fucker, huh? He thought. โNice going there, pretty boy!โ He shouted. The male leaping into the fray of hellhounds with a cackle. He grinned ferally.
โWho wants to die?โ He let out a low guttural growl. His sharp canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip. Time to shine. His darkened hues brightened a fraction at the swarm of black fur and ruby hues. Oh, how he missed this. The fighting. Not the impending doom that laid heavily on their shoulders. Fuck that.
His body weaved in and out as his Hsu Quandao made large sweeping motions. The force behind each swing sending gusts of wind. The weapon twirled in his grasp, becoming second nature as he eased into a familiar groove. His eyes paying rapid attention to the secondary group and those fighting beside him. Was it dangerous? Undoubtedly, but when had Azure ever cared about himself?
Azure grunted at the swarm. His lips peeled into a concentrated grimace. His darkened hues narrowing to fine slits. His fingers adjusted along the lengthened handle, allowing his arm to coil until he released that built of energy with a singular swing that knocked into a few hellhounds that were unfortunate enough to have been caught up in the fray.
โGo back to where you came from! Damn mutts.โ He snarled. His head whipping around to stare at the newbie with a huff. Where the fuckโ Azure let out a puff of air. I donโt give a shit. His head dipped in a sign of acknowledgement, but otherwise remained silent save for the grunts and growls that erupted from within his chest.
His brow raised at the mystical energy the newbie emitted. He blinked. Eh? He shook his head. His mind whirled with possibilities. Threat? Ally? Neither? Hell if he knew. โWelcome to the doomsday squad, newbie.โ He barked out a laugh, appearing more insane than he actually was. His haggard appearance wasnโt helping in the slightest. โNot bad, newbie.โ His head jerked to the three hellhounds the other made quick work to dispose of.
His gaze noting the blood along Bastianโs shoulder. His lips curled into a sneer at the sight. Damnit. He made a quick note to check the strangerโs wound when they werenโt overwhelmed with damn mutts and birds-for-brains.
The raven-haired male grunted at a particular hellhound ramming into his side. Its teeth narrowly missing his side as he tumbled. His Hsu Quandao flying out of his grasp. Fuck. His mind whirled, reaching to grab his scythe, but before his fingers could curl around the base of the inactive blade, he felt searing pain run along his right side.
His body arched forward at the sudden pain. His gaze widening a fraction at the hellhoundโs muzzle digging into his side. Its teeth clamped tightly along the curve of his side as blood spewed from the wound. He groaned. โGod fucking damnitโโ He choked back a whine. His vision hazy with pain.
His body moving on autopilot to grip the hellhoundโs muzzle, attempting to tear it away from his flesh without damaging it further. Of course. He just had to jinx himself, didnโt he? He grounded his teeth, ignoring the searing pain that made his vision turn white.
He could feel his palms crackle from the nitroglycerin-like substance coating his palms after holding his weapon during the heat of battle. His grin turning predatory as an explosion ricocheted him backward, pulling him away from the gaping mouth of the hellhound which collapsed, dying shortly afterward.
He groaned. His chest heaving from the sudden force as his vision faded in-and-out. His body sprawled out across the field as hellhounds surged forth. โFucking hell.โ He grunted, willing his body to roll over. It took some effort, but the raven-haired male could stand, save for the hand pressed tightly against the large bite that now adored his side. Another scar to add to the list.
Azure glanced around for his weapon, noting it lying a few feet away from where he ended up. He stumbled over to it while remaining alert for the oncoming hellhounds. He wasnโt done yet, not in the slightest. He still had a few more years left before he bit the bullet.
His body crackled with blue fire that danced along his clothing, singing the threads, but otherwise remained intact. โI look like a damn moron on fucking Christmas.โ He muttered.
The nitroglycerin-like substance that coated his palms reminding him of what transpired not minutes ago. Damnit. He felt the hot sticky substance seep out of the puncture-like wounds. He huffed. Azure sweeping his trench coat to cover the bleeding wound from eyesight, save for the noticeable drips of blood that graced the ground as he walked ( stumbled ).
It didnโt take long to reach his fallen weapon, picking it up with some difficulty. His fingers curling around the familiar handle, coiling it with his unpreoccupied hand. His shoulder arching back as he swung in a semi-arc, knocking a few hellhounds off their feet with the force of it. โThat the best you got, fuckers?โ He taunted the hellhounds. His gaze briefly flickering to the harpy, until it landed on the second group. His heartbeat roaring in his ears, noting a few had made it to the armory. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank fuck.
He didnโt notice a hellhound spring forward, jaws aiming at his shoulder. His body a moment too late to shield himself from its gaping jaws as he tumbled to the ground ( again ).
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
mason vangelis
azure shimizu.
alias
raijin mizushima, bai qinghai
nicknames
azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku
title
thunder beast, the monster, cobalt hellhound
godly parent
hephaestus
pronouns
he / him
age
eighteen
abilities
blue fire, explosion inducement
this world can hurt you it cuts you deep and leaves a scar things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart and nothing breaks like a heart i heard you on the phone last night we live and die by pretty lies you know it, oh, we both know it these silver bullet cigarettes this burning house, there's nothing left it's smoking, we both know it we got all night to fall in love but just like that we fall apart we're broken, we're broken
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE RAVEN-HAIRED MALE SNARLED, HEAD WHIPPING to stare at the hellhound that barreled into his shoulder, sending him tumbling to the ground. His head thumped against the ground sending him reeling with the impact. His breath got caught in his throat with a choked wheeze, scrambling to get his bearings with a string of curses that send the male tumbling, unaware of the snapping jaws close to his bloodied and bruised body. Mother fuckโHe groaned, hand reaching to grasp his head that throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat pulsing beneath ivory skin.
His body vibrated in pain blossoming against his flesh drawing a whine from parted lips, hands saturated in the blood that gripped uselessly at his side. Damnit to hellโHe winced at the bright spiral of light shooting past him, knocking the male back with a sharp hiss. The pain bubbled beneath his eyelids, fingers curling into raven locks to distract him from the pulsating heat.
He watched with hazy vision, lips tilted in a half-hearted smirk at the hellhound vanishing despite the light burning his damn eyeballs out of their sockets. He blinked up at the offered hand, lips curled into a scowl. โFuck off.โ Thanks. He sure as hell wouldnโt admit that out loud. Despite the vulgar answer, he accepted the hand without complaint, stumbling with a growl that vibrated deep within his chest. The male reached to press a hand against the bloodied wound, biting back a hiss of pain that threatened to escape past his down-turned lips.
Mason gazed down at the sanguine fluid that bubbled past his fingers, trickling down until it splattered the ground like an abstract painting, instead of paint it was the very blood pumping through his body keeping him alive. Damnit. He sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the blood that trickled down his temple. Duly noting that head wounds bled more. Not that he gave a flying fuck. So what if his head was bleeding? Wasnโt like he was dying. He had a decent grip on consciousness, so heโd worry about the damn thing later.
He was still breathing, wasnโt he?
His mind reeled, hand hovering over the saturated wound without a second thought. His hand flashed bright blue, flames blossoming from his palm to singe his ivory-hued flesh until the noticeable stench of burnt flesh flooded his senses. He grunted, canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip to ward off the cry that threatened to spill from his throat. The pressure was enough to tear, tasting copper on his tongue. His nose scrunched up in distaste, letting out shuddering breaths until he deemed the wound good enough to where he wouldnโt bleed out all over the damn ground.
He glanced up with a sneer settled upon his bloodied lips, azure-colored hues darkening to midnight at the never-ending wave of hellhounds. โStartinโ to fucking hate these damn mutts.โ He muttered. His tone wavered, a tell-tale sign he was in more pain than he let on.
His head continued to throb in tandem with the pulsating muscle trapped within his ribcage, settling behind his sternum. He grunted, reaching out to drag a hand down his face with a grin, his hand moving upward to drag the offended locks out of his eyes that bled feral. โFuckers are in for it now.โ He rumbled threateningly.
He stumbled, quick to brace himself against the trembling crust beneath his feet. His brows furrowed at the oddness, head tilted to stare at JJ until it scanned the area noting the other demigods within the vicinity. What the fuck is going on? He left out a sharp hiss, stumbling until he collapsed from the tremors, unwilling to get up to gather his bearings.
He noted the hellhounds were quick to vanish into the darkness drawing the male into a tight-lipped grimace. Fuck. He was sure as hell that this wasnโt good until the eerie silence lay over the camp like a blanket on a chilly night.
His muscles bunched up at the silence, curling into himself with a choked wheeze. His teeth gritted at the fresh coppery taste that danced along his taste buds, baring noting the deafening silence that rattled his brain. He fought back the need to clamp his hands over his ears hoping to block out โฆ whatever the fuck it was but held back the notion with a clench of his fingers digging into calloused flesh.
His lips peeled back into a sneer at the introduction, gaze narrowing in annoyance. Punny demigods? Iโll fucking kick your ass. He remarked darkly. Asshole. He bit back a wince, hand reaching to rest over the burnt flesh of his wound that pulsed beneath the pads of his fingers.
The raven-haired male listened, unaware as the camp was enlarged in shadows, chalking it up to the bot dots that had dotted his vision. Did he pass out? For fuckโs sakeโMason bit back a hiss, having shifted slightly to press his temple against the ground, body tilted to rest on his uninjured side.
He felt himself stiffen, mind reeling with times when his mother would lock him away for days. The creeping shadows tittered on a vague sense of familiarness. He wanted to laugh. His chest constricted with each breath that slipped past his lips. The familiar feeling of being trapped weighed heavily in his mind. The foul stench of mold settled heavily in his nose until it was the only thing he could smell. He fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, fingers digging grooves into his flesh to distract himself from the god-awful memories heโd been pushing down until now.
His body tensed, teeth grinding at the unorthodox sensation that pooled into his stomach leaving gooseflesh along his exposed skin. He hated this feeling. Of feeling weak and worthless. The notion of something worse appearing in the blink of an eye fills the male with dread. Damnit. He knew damn well the Gods were using them for the sake of being selfish. His father was a prime example of outright selfishness. He wanted to laugh but held back the notion with an inaudible snarl.
Youโve got to be fucking kidding me. A fucking game?! He really wanted to tear whatever the fuck it was a new one. They werenโt some fucking toys. They were human (demigods, but who gives a fuck about that), damnit!
His body shivered despite it not being cold. His frame curled further into himself as he lay sprawled out across the ground, wishing to be anywhere but here. Weโre not your damn pawns. He growled low within his chest at the thought. He was done being a plaything. He had enough of it from his damn mother.
Mason felt his breath thicken, unable to draw anything into his lungs. A wheeze slipped past his lips, choked off into a groan. Mind a whirlwind of emotions at the sudden power behind the shadow creature as its voice grew menacing. His gaze widened, his hand reaching to press against his sternum. Damnit! Stay focused!
As soon as it appeared, it vanished. The male sucked in greedy amounts of air into his lungs until he choked, shoulders quivering. He let out a bitter laugh that bubbled up from within his chest, still unwilling to get up and gather his bearings. Heโd much rather let the ground swallow him whole if he didnโt have to deal with whatever mess theyโd gotten themselves into. He should have known better, but what else did he have to live for? Nothing. He might as well see the damn thing through, even if he died. It wasnโt like anyone would miss him. He snorted. โFuckinโ great.โ He muttered.
His gaze shifted to stare at the white-haired demigod with a huff. โReally wanted to set the damn thingโs ass on fire.โ He remarked dryly. His eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the discarded harpy with a scrunch of his nose, still unwilling to clamber off the ground. His wound pulsating in a reminder that if he did, heโd no doubt fall over like a newborn fawn trying to follow its mother.
Mason rolled over onto his back, staring up at the sky with narrowed hues. What the hell did they get themselves into? Hell if he knew, but he was damn well certain he wouldnโt mind killing the damn thing that seemed to think it was great to use them as some worthless chess pieces. โNever liked chess.โ He remarked. His lips tilted into a feral grin.
He didnโt bother with anything else, opting to rest his eyes hoping to subdue the throbbing within his temple. He wished he kept a bottle of vodka on his persona. He could really go for a drink right now. โEveryone alright?โ He called out, blinking several times to clear the blurriness from his vision. He didnโt notice anyone severely injured. The thought alone sent relief flooding through his veins. Damn it hurt to move.
His body vibrated in pain blossoming against his flesh drawing a whine from parted lips, hands saturated in the blood that gripped uselessly at his side. Damnit to hellโHe winced at the bright spiral of light shooting past him, knocking the male back with a sharp hiss. The pain bubbled beneath his eyelids, fingers curling into raven locks to distract him from the pulsating heat.
He watched with hazy vision, lips tilted in a half-hearted smirk at the hellhound vanishing despite the light burning his damn eyeballs out of their sockets. He blinked up at the offered hand, lips curled into a scowl. โFuck off.โ Thanks. He sure as hell wouldnโt admit that out loud. Despite the vulgar answer, he accepted the hand without complaint, stumbling with a growl that vibrated deep within his chest. The male reached to press a hand against the bloodied wound, biting back a hiss of pain that threatened to escape past his down-turned lips.
Mason gazed down at the sanguine fluid that bubbled past his fingers, trickling down until it splattered the ground like an abstract painting, instead of paint it was the very blood pumping through his body keeping him alive. Damnit. He sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the blood that trickled down his temple. Duly noting that head wounds bled more. Not that he gave a flying fuck. So what if his head was bleeding? Wasnโt like he was dying. He had a decent grip on consciousness, so heโd worry about the damn thing later.
He was still breathing, wasnโt he?
His mind reeled, hand hovering over the saturated wound without a second thought. His hand flashed bright blue, flames blossoming from his palm to singe his ivory-hued flesh until the noticeable stench of burnt flesh flooded his senses. He grunted, canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip to ward off the cry that threatened to spill from his throat. The pressure was enough to tear, tasting copper on his tongue. His nose scrunched up in distaste, letting out shuddering breaths until he deemed the wound good enough to where he wouldnโt bleed out all over the damn ground.
He glanced up with a sneer settled upon his bloodied lips, azure-colored hues darkening to midnight at the never-ending wave of hellhounds. โStartinโ to fucking hate these damn mutts.โ He muttered. His tone wavered, a tell-tale sign he was in more pain than he let on.
His head continued to throb in tandem with the pulsating muscle trapped within his ribcage, settling behind his sternum. He grunted, reaching out to drag a hand down his face with a grin, his hand moving upward to drag the offended locks out of his eyes that bled feral. โFuckers are in for it now.โ He rumbled threateningly.
He stumbled, quick to brace himself against the trembling crust beneath his feet. His brows furrowed at the oddness, head tilted to stare at JJ until it scanned the area noting the other demigods within the vicinity. What the fuck is going on? He left out a sharp hiss, stumbling until he collapsed from the tremors, unwilling to get up to gather his bearings.
He noted the hellhounds were quick to vanish into the darkness drawing the male into a tight-lipped grimace. Fuck. He was sure as hell that this wasnโt good until the eerie silence lay over the camp like a blanket on a chilly night.
His muscles bunched up at the silence, curling into himself with a choked wheeze. His teeth gritted at the fresh coppery taste that danced along his taste buds, baring noting the deafening silence that rattled his brain. He fought back the need to clamp his hands over his ears hoping to block out โฆ whatever the fuck it was but held back the notion with a clench of his fingers digging into calloused flesh.
His lips peeled back into a sneer at the introduction, gaze narrowing in annoyance. Punny demigods? Iโll fucking kick your ass. He remarked darkly. Asshole. He bit back a wince, hand reaching to rest over the burnt flesh of his wound that pulsed beneath the pads of his fingers.
The raven-haired male listened, unaware as the camp was enlarged in shadows, chalking it up to the bot dots that had dotted his vision. Did he pass out? For fuckโs sakeโMason bit back a hiss, having shifted slightly to press his temple against the ground, body tilted to rest on his uninjured side.
He felt himself stiffen, mind reeling with times when his mother would lock him away for days. The creeping shadows tittered on a vague sense of familiarness. He wanted to laugh. His chest constricted with each breath that slipped past his lips. The familiar feeling of being trapped weighed heavily in his mind. The foul stench of mold settled heavily in his nose until it was the only thing he could smell. He fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, fingers digging grooves into his flesh to distract himself from the god-awful memories heโd been pushing down until now.
His body tensed, teeth grinding at the unorthodox sensation that pooled into his stomach leaving gooseflesh along his exposed skin. He hated this feeling. Of feeling weak and worthless. The notion of something worse appearing in the blink of an eye fills the male with dread. Damnit. He knew damn well the Gods were using them for the sake of being selfish. His father was a prime example of outright selfishness. He wanted to laugh but held back the notion with an inaudible snarl.
Youโve got to be fucking kidding me. A fucking game?! He really wanted to tear whatever the fuck it was a new one. They werenโt some fucking toys. They were human (demigods, but who gives a fuck about that), damnit!
His body shivered despite it not being cold. His frame curled further into himself as he lay sprawled out across the ground, wishing to be anywhere but here. Weโre not your damn pawns. He growled low within his chest at the thought. He was done being a plaything. He had enough of it from his damn mother.
Mason felt his breath thicken, unable to draw anything into his lungs. A wheeze slipped past his lips, choked off into a groan. Mind a whirlwind of emotions at the sudden power behind the shadow creature as its voice grew menacing. His gaze widened, his hand reaching to press against his sternum. Damnit! Stay focused!
As soon as it appeared, it vanished. The male sucked in greedy amounts of air into his lungs until he choked, shoulders quivering. He let out a bitter laugh that bubbled up from within his chest, still unwilling to get up and gather his bearings. Heโd much rather let the ground swallow him whole if he didnโt have to deal with whatever mess theyโd gotten themselves into. He should have known better, but what else did he have to live for? Nothing. He might as well see the damn thing through, even if he died. It wasnโt like anyone would miss him. He snorted. โFuckinโ great.โ He muttered.
His gaze shifted to stare at the white-haired demigod with a huff. โReally wanted to set the damn thingโs ass on fire.โ He remarked dryly. His eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the discarded harpy with a scrunch of his nose, still unwilling to clamber off the ground. His wound pulsating in a reminder that if he did, heโd no doubt fall over like a newborn fawn trying to follow its mother.
Mason rolled over onto his back, staring up at the sky with narrowed hues. What the hell did they get themselves into? Hell if he knew, but he was damn well certain he wouldnโt mind killing the damn thing that seemed to think it was great to use them as some worthless chess pieces. โNever liked chess.โ He remarked. His lips tilted into a feral grin.
He didnโt bother with anything else, opting to rest his eyes hoping to subdue the throbbing within his temple. He wished he kept a bottle of vodka on his persona. He could really go for a drink right now. โEveryone alright?โ He called out, blinking several times to clear the blurriness from his vision. He didnโt notice anyone severely injured. The thought alone sent relief flooding through his veins. Damn it hurt to move.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
mason vangelis
azure shimizu.
alias
raijin mizushima, bai qinghai
nicknames
azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku
title
thunder beast, the monster, cobalt hellhound
godly parent
hephaestus
pronouns
he / him
age
eighteen
abilities
blue fire, explosion inducement
this world can hurt you it cuts you deep and leaves a scar things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart and nothing breaks like a heart i heard you on the phone last night we live and die by pretty lies you know it, oh, we both know it these silver bullet cigarettes this burning house, there's nothing left it's smoking, we both know it we got all night to fall in love but just like that we fall apart we're broken, we're broken
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE RAVEN-HAIRED MALE SNARLED, HEAD WHIPPING to stare at the hellhound that barreled into his shoulder, sending him tumbling to the ground. His head thumped against the ground sending him reeling with the impact. His breath got caught in his throat with a choked wheeze, scrambling to get his bearings with a string of curses that send the male tumbling, unaware of the snapping jaws close to his bloodied and bruised body. Mother fuckโHe groaned, hand reaching to grasp his head that throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat pulsing beneath ivory skin.
His body vibrated in pain blossoming against his flesh drawing a whine from parted lips, hands saturated in the blood that gripped uselessly at his side. Damnit to hellโHe winced at the bright spiral of light shooting past him, knocking the male back with a sharp hiss. The pain bubbled beneath his eyelids, fingers curling into raven locks to distract him from the pulsating heat.
He watched with hazy vision, lips tilted in a half-hearted smirk at the hellhound vanishing despite the light burning his damn eyeballs out of their sockets. He blinked up at the offered hand, lips curled into a scowl. โFuck off.โ Thanks. He sure as hell wouldnโt admit that out loud. Despite the vulgar answer, he accepted the hand without complaint, stumbling with a growl that vibrated deep within his chest. The male reached to press a hand against the bloodied wound, biting back a hiss of pain that threatened to escape past his down-turned lips.
Mason gazed down at the sanguine fluid that bubbled past his fingers, trickling down until it splattered the ground like an abstract painting, instead of paint it was the very blood pumping through his body keeping him alive. Damnit. He sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the blood that trickled down his temple. Duly noting that head wounds bled more. Not that he gave a flying fuck. So what if his head was bleeding? Wasnโt like he was dying. He had a decent grip on consciousness, so heโd worry about the damn thing later.
He was still breathing, wasnโt he?
His mind reeled, hand hovering over the saturated wound without a second thought. His hand flashed bright blue, flames blossoming from his palm to singe his ivory-hued flesh until the noticeable stench of burnt flesh flooded his senses. He grunted, canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip to ward off the cry that threatened to spill from his throat. The pressure was enough to tear, tasting copper on his tongue. His nose scrunched up in distaste, letting out shuddering breaths until he deemed the wound good enough to where he wouldnโt bleed out all over the damn ground.
He glanced up with a sneer settled upon his bloodied lips, azure-colored hues darkening to midnight at the never-ending wave of hellhounds. โStartinโ to fucking hate these damn mutts.โ He muttered. His tone wavered, a tell-tale sign he was in more pain than he let on.
His head continued to throb in tandem with the pulsating muscle trapped within his ribcage, settling behind his sternum. He grunted, reaching out to drag a hand down his face with a grin, his hand moving upward to drag the offended locks out of his eyes that bled feral. โFuckers are in for it now.โ He rumbled threateningly.
He stumbled, quick to brace himself against the trembling crust beneath his feet. His brows furrowed at the oddness, head tilted to stare at JJ until it scanned the area noting the other demigods within the vicinity. What the fuck is going on? He left out a sharp hiss, stumbling until he collapsed from the tremors, unwilling to get up to gather his bearings.
He noted the hellhounds were quick to vanish into the darkness drawing the male into a tight-lipped grimace. Fuck. He was sure as hell that this wasnโt good until the eerie silence lay over the camp like a blanket on a chilly night.
His muscles bunched up at the silence, curling into himself with a choked wheeze. His teeth gritted at the fresh coppery taste that danced along his taste buds, baring noting the deafening silence that rattled his brain. He fought back the need to clamp his hands over his ears hoping to block out โฆ whatever the fuck it was but held back the notion with a clench of his fingers digging into calloused flesh.
His lips peeled back into a sneer at the introduction, gaze narrowing in annoyance. Punny demigods? Iโll fucking kick your ass. He remarked darkly. Asshole. He bit back a wince, hand reaching to rest over the burnt flesh of his wound that pulsed beneath the pads of his fingers.
The raven-haired male listened, unaware as the camp was enlarged in shadows, chalking it up to the bot dots that had dotted his vision. Did he pass out? For fuckโs sakeโMason bit back a hiss, having shifted slightly to press his temple against the ground, body tilted to rest on his uninjured side.
He felt himself stiffen, mind reeling with times when his mother would lock him away for days. The creeping shadows tittered on a vague sense of familiarness. He wanted to laugh. His chest constricted with each breath that slipped past his lips. The familiar feeling of being trapped weighed heavily in his mind. The foul stench of mold settled heavily in his nose until it was the only thing he could smell. He fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, fingers digging grooves into his flesh to distract himself from the god-awful memories heโd been pushing down until now.
His body tensed, teeth grinding at the unorthodox sensation that pooled into his stomach leaving gooseflesh along his exposed skin. He hated this feeling. Of feeling weak and worthless. The notion of something worse appearing in the blink of an eye fills the male with dread. Damnit. He knew damn well the Gods were using them for the sake of being selfish. His father was a prime example of outright selfishness. He wanted to laugh but held back the notion with an inaudible snarl.
Youโve got to be fucking kidding me. A fucking game?! He really wanted to tear whatever the fuck it was a new one. They werenโt some fucking toys. They were human (demigods, but who gives a fuck about that), damnit!
His body shivered despite it not being cold. His frame curled further into himself as he lay sprawled out across the ground, wishing to be anywhere but here. Weโre not your damn pawns. He growled low within his chest at the thought. He was done being a plaything. He had enough of it from his damn mother.
Mason felt his breath thicken, unable to draw anything into his lungs. A wheeze slipped past his lips, choked off into a groan. Mind a whirlwind of emotions at the sudden power behind the shadow creature as its voice grew menacing. His gaze widened, his hand reaching to press against his sternum. Damnit! Stay focused!
As soon as it appeared, it vanished. The male sucked in greedy amounts of air into his lungs until he choked, shoulders quivering. He let out a bitter laugh that bubbled up from within his chest, still unwilling to get up and gather his bearings. Heโd much rather let the ground swallow him whole if he didnโt have to deal with whatever mess theyโd gotten themselves into. He should have known better, but what else did he have to live for? Nothing. He might as well see the damn thing through, even if he died. It wasnโt like anyone would miss him. He snorted. โFuckinโ great.โ He muttered.
His gaze shifted to stare at the white-haired demigod with a huff. โReally wanted to set the damn thingโs ass on fire.โ He remarked dryly. His eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the discarded harpy with a scrunch of his nose, still unwilling to clamber off the ground. His wound pulsating in a reminder that if he did, heโd no doubt fall over like a newborn fawn trying to follow its mother.
Mason rolled over onto his back, staring up at the sky with narrowed hues. What the hell did they get themselves into? Hell if he knew, but he was damn well certain he wouldnโt mind killing the damn thing that seemed to think it was great to use them as some worthless chess pieces. โNever liked chess.โ He remarked. His lips tilted into a feral grin.
He didnโt bother with anything else, opting to rest his eyes hoping to subdue the throbbing within his temple. He wished he kept a bottle of vodka on his persona. He could really go for a drink right now. โEveryone alright?โ He called out, blinking several times to clear the blurriness from his vision. He didnโt notice anyone severely injured. The thought alone sent relief flooding through his veins. Damn it hurt to move.
His body vibrated in pain blossoming against his flesh drawing a whine from parted lips, hands saturated in the blood that gripped uselessly at his side. Damnit to hellโHe winced at the bright spiral of light shooting past him, knocking the male back with a sharp hiss. The pain bubbled beneath his eyelids, fingers curling into raven locks to distract him from the pulsating heat.
He watched with hazy vision, lips tilted in a half-hearted smirk at the hellhound vanishing despite the light burning his damn eyeballs out of their sockets. He blinked up at the offered hand, lips curled into a scowl. โFuck off.โ Thanks. He sure as hell wouldnโt admit that out loud. Despite the vulgar answer, he accepted the hand without complaint, stumbling with a growl that vibrated deep within his chest. The male reached to press a hand against the bloodied wound, biting back a hiss of pain that threatened to escape past his down-turned lips.
Mason gazed down at the sanguine fluid that bubbled past his fingers, trickling down until it splattered the ground like an abstract painting, instead of paint it was the very blood pumping through his body keeping him alive. Damnit. He sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the blood that trickled down his temple. Duly noting that head wounds bled more. Not that he gave a flying fuck. So what if his head was bleeding? Wasnโt like he was dying. He had a decent grip on consciousness, so heโd worry about the damn thing later.
He was still breathing, wasnโt he?
His mind reeled, hand hovering over the saturated wound without a second thought. His hand flashed bright blue, flames blossoming from his palm to singe his ivory-hued flesh until the noticeable stench of burnt flesh flooded his senses. He grunted, canines digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip to ward off the cry that threatened to spill from his throat. The pressure was enough to tear, tasting copper on his tongue. His nose scrunched up in distaste, letting out shuddering breaths until he deemed the wound good enough to where he wouldnโt bleed out all over the damn ground.
He glanced up with a sneer settled upon his bloodied lips, azure-colored hues darkening to midnight at the never-ending wave of hellhounds. โStartinโ to fucking hate these damn mutts.โ He muttered. His tone wavered, a tell-tale sign he was in more pain than he let on.
His head continued to throb in tandem with the pulsating muscle trapped within his ribcage, settling behind his sternum. He grunted, reaching out to drag a hand down his face with a grin, his hand moving upward to drag the offended locks out of his eyes that bled feral. โFuckers are in for it now.โ He rumbled threateningly.
He stumbled, quick to brace himself against the trembling crust beneath his feet. His brows furrowed at the oddness, head tilted to stare at JJ until it scanned the area noting the other demigods within the vicinity. What the fuck is going on? He left out a sharp hiss, stumbling until he collapsed from the tremors, unwilling to get up to gather his bearings.
He noted the hellhounds were quick to vanish into the darkness drawing the male into a tight-lipped grimace. Fuck. He was sure as hell that this wasnโt good until the eerie silence lay over the camp like a blanket on a chilly night.
His muscles bunched up at the silence, curling into himself with a choked wheeze. His teeth gritted at the fresh coppery taste that danced along his taste buds, baring noting the deafening silence that rattled his brain. He fought back the need to clamp his hands over his ears hoping to block out โฆ whatever the fuck it was but held back the notion with a clench of his fingers digging into calloused flesh.
His lips peeled back into a sneer at the introduction, gaze narrowing in annoyance. Punny demigods? Iโll fucking kick your ass. He remarked darkly. Asshole. He bit back a wince, hand reaching to rest over the burnt flesh of his wound that pulsed beneath the pads of his fingers.
The raven-haired male listened, unaware as the camp was enlarged in shadows, chalking it up to the bot dots that had dotted his vision. Did he pass out? For fuckโs sakeโMason bit back a hiss, having shifted slightly to press his temple against the ground, body tilted to rest on his uninjured side.
He felt himself stiffen, mind reeling with times when his mother would lock him away for days. The creeping shadows tittered on a vague sense of familiarness. He wanted to laugh. His chest constricted with each breath that slipped past his lips. The familiar feeling of being trapped weighed heavily in his mind. The foul stench of mold settled heavily in his nose until it was the only thing he could smell. He fought back the whimper that wanted to escape, fingers digging grooves into his flesh to distract himself from the god-awful memories heโd been pushing down until now.
His body tensed, teeth grinding at the unorthodox sensation that pooled into his stomach leaving gooseflesh along his exposed skin. He hated this feeling. Of feeling weak and worthless. The notion of something worse appearing in the blink of an eye fills the male with dread. Damnit. He knew damn well the Gods were using them for the sake of being selfish. His father was a prime example of outright selfishness. He wanted to laugh but held back the notion with an inaudible snarl.
Youโve got to be fucking kidding me. A fucking game?! He really wanted to tear whatever the fuck it was a new one. They werenโt some fucking toys. They were human (demigods, but who gives a fuck about that), damnit!
His body shivered despite it not being cold. His frame curled further into himself as he lay sprawled out across the ground, wishing to be anywhere but here. Weโre not your damn pawns. He growled low within his chest at the thought. He was done being a plaything. He had enough of it from his damn mother.
Mason felt his breath thicken, unable to draw anything into his lungs. A wheeze slipped past his lips, choked off into a groan. Mind a whirlwind of emotions at the sudden power behind the shadow creature as its voice grew menacing. His gaze widened, his hand reaching to press against his sternum. Damnit! Stay focused!
As soon as it appeared, it vanished. The male sucked in greedy amounts of air into his lungs until he choked, shoulders quivering. He let out a bitter laugh that bubbled up from within his chest, still unwilling to get up and gather his bearings. Heโd much rather let the ground swallow him whole if he didnโt have to deal with whatever mess theyโd gotten themselves into. He should have known better, but what else did he have to live for? Nothing. He might as well see the damn thing through, even if he died. It wasnโt like anyone would miss him. He snorted. โFuckinโ great.โ He muttered.
His gaze shifted to stare at the white-haired demigod with a huff. โReally wanted to set the damn thingโs ass on fire.โ He remarked dryly. His eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the discarded harpy with a scrunch of his nose, still unwilling to clamber off the ground. His wound pulsating in a reminder that if he did, heโd no doubt fall over like a newborn fawn trying to follow its mother.
Mason rolled over onto his back, staring up at the sky with narrowed hues. What the hell did they get themselves into? Hell if he knew, but he was damn well certain he wouldnโt mind killing the damn thing that seemed to think it was great to use them as some worthless chess pieces. โNever liked chess.โ He remarked. His lips tilted into a feral grin.
He didnโt bother with anything else, opting to rest his eyes hoping to subdue the throbbing within his temple. He wished he kept a bottle of vodka on his persona. He could really go for a drink right now. โEveryone alright?โ He called out, blinking several times to clear the blurriness from his vision. He didnโt notice anyone severely injured. The thought alone sent relief flooding through his veins. Damn it hurt to move.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
mason vangelis
azure shimizu.
alias
raijin mizushima, bai qinghai
nicknames
azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku
title
thunder beast, the monster, cobalt hellhound
godly parent
hephaestus
pronouns
he / him
age
eighteen
abilities
blue fire, explosion inducement
this world can hurt you it cuts you deep and leaves a scar things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart and nothing breaks like a heart i heard you on the phone last night we live and die by pretty lies you know it, oh, we both know it these silver bullet cigarettes this burning house, there's nothing left it's smoking, we both know it we got all night to fall in love but just like that we fall apart we're broken, we're broken
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE BLUE-EYED DEVIL GRINNED CHEEKILY AT THE STATEMENT, azure-tinted optics flashing in laughter. Half-baked marshmallow, huh? He snorted, shaking his helm despite the blossoming pain that seared through his veins, expression shifting into a grimace. โDonโt like the nickname, huh? Could call you somethinโ else.โ He snorted, shoulders quivering in silent laughter. He had no intentions of calling the other something else, but Mason wouldnโt say anything.
โPretty sure Iโd taste burnt.โ He remarked, glancing down at his frame with a critical eye. โUnless you like half-ass burnt marshmallows.โ He snickered, rolling his shoulder, wincing at the twinge of pain that crackled beneath the beaten flesh. Damn, hellhounds.
The raven-haired male shifted and grunted in acknowledgment. Thank fuck. He wasnโt sure if he could handle snow white for the duration of the trip, not that heโd announce that out loud. He sure as hell had nothing else to lose. The remark alone caused the male to flinch, albeit subtly. Damn. He shifted his frame, drawing a tight-lipped wheeze that slipped through his teeth, tickling the flesh of his lips.
Mason tensed, blinking several times in surprise, mouth parted in an โoโ shape. Huh. His frame stiffened, fingers curling into the callouses of his palms, creating crescent shapes within the ivory-hued flesh, brows knitting together. He noted the warm golden glow, belatedly noticing the pain dulling, more manageable than it had been. His nose wrinkled at the odd sensation, gaze whipping up as JJ stumbled back, hand outstretched with a worried frown. โThanks. cupcake.โ His voice was gruff, fingers reaching to press against the smaller-sized wound with a curious hum. Comes in handy.
He shrugged, reaching to drag a hand through his raven-hued locks. โNo need. Itโll heal on its own.โ He remarked. โPainโs more manageable.โ He rumbled out. No use in wasting more energy on something that isnโt life-threatening. Not that it was before. It might have hurt like a bitch, but he was still breathing. โM fine if Iโm still breathing. Or as the saying goes. Mason wasnโt so sure if that was the actual saying, but who the hell cared? He sure as hell didnโt.
The raven-haired male grunted, brow raised. โFine by me.โ He didnโt comment on the burn victim, finding it funnier than he probably should. What? No half-burnt jerky? He snickered the sound inaudible save for the shake of his shoulders. โCome on, snow white. Weโve got a long ass ride ahead of us.โ Holding back a groan, instead, tossing his head back to stare up at the sky with an annoyed grimace. Damn road trip is going to be the death of me.
He shuffled over to grab the small book bag he had hastily tossed into the broken remains of a building, slipping it over his shoulder with a light tug, checking its contents with a wince. Need some bandages. His azure-colored optics shifted to the ruined shirt he bore, grunting. And a new shirt.
Masonโs brow quirked, shooting a glance over at Laura.
โ....โ
Of course. He dragged a hand through his hair. โCheeky little shit, arenโt you?โ He muttered, reaching to unclasp his trench coat, followed by the black strap that fit snuggly across his chest that held his Hsu Quandao and scythe, ignoring the clang once he unlatched them from their holster. He made quick work to peel his shirt off of his body, ignoring the way his body groaned in protest, staring at the crimson that stained his ivory skin while he tore his shirt into strips although he had off-white bandages wrapped snuggly around his chest to hide the jumped mess of scars that painted his skin.
With practiced ease, Mason wrapped the strips of the shirt around his sides, tugging the ends into a flattened knot, hiding the wound and the blood splatters from view. He sure as hell didnโt want any assholes sticking their nose in his business. Nosy little fuckers. He huffed, tugging on the black straps that hugged his chest, adding additional pressure to the shirt.
Once finished, the male slipped on his trench coat, hiding everything from view while tossing the shrunken weapons into his book bag. Guess there are some perks to that. He remarked, slinging the back over his shoulder, heading off to follow JJ, bypassing the male to head deeper into the forest until he reached visible civilization. Time to steal a car. His lips curled into a predatory grin. Wonder whoโs the lucky victim. Getting a car stolen was a far outcry of being lucky, but it sure as hell made his life a lot easier.
With wolfish hues, Mason scanned the area with a noticeable quirk of his hips, arms crossed loosely over his chest until his eyes caught sight of a mini-van. โEh. Thatโll do.โ He shrugged, stalking over towards the vehicle, glancing around now and then for anyone within the vicinity until he tugged on the handle to see if it was unlocked. Naturally, it isnโt. He grumbled, reaching around to unsheathe his hybrid knife, slipping it through the crack vertically until he heard a noticeable pop. Grinning triumphantly, he slipped into the front seat, fingers making quirk work with the wires, humming as the engine roared to life.
โHurry the hell up, fuckers! Better get on the road before the asshole who owns this car realizes their car is being stolen.โ He called, unlocking the doors. โAnyone got any money for supplies?โ He quipped.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie
title
pink spider lily, huli jing
species
demon ( nine-tailed fox )
pronouns
he / him
age
" twenty-five "
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would | pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin
i don't wanna die or fade away i just wanna be someone i just wanna be someone dive and disappear without a trace i just wanna be someone well, doesn't everyone? and if you feel the great dividing i wanna be the one you're guiding 'cause i believe that you could lead the way i just wanna be somebody to someone, oh i wanna be somebody to someone, oh i never had nobody and no road home i wanna be somebody to someone
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE LAID, CURLED UP BENEATH a pile of scented blankets, weighing comfortably around his compact frame. The nine-tailed fox burrows deeper into its delicious warmth with a croon, while the pads of his fingers rubbed against the soft fabric absently. His gaze narrowed, letting out a quiet puff of air at his moment of weakness not long ago. His stomach churned at the proximity of his ex. The thought alone triggered the male into a frenzy as shivers danced along his clothed frame. An inaudible whimper escaped past his bruised lips, ignoring the tang of copper as he continued to worry the sensitive flesh.
The male had cocooned himself the second heโd gotten home from headquarters. Yuhwa waved off everyone as he stumbled to his apartment, mind far too gone to realize until he rammed his forehead against the fake wood. His nose scrunched up at the memory, shaking his head with a puff of air. Idiot. How could he wander the streets knowing Sebastian was close by? His lips parted, letting soft chuckles escape. He sure was asking to get kidnapped, wasnโt he? The thought alone brought another set of shivers, deciding to hike up the mound of blankets, burrowing his nose into the soft fabric with a choked sigh. Driftwood entered his nose, calming the fox until he sagged into the blanketโs heat, his light blue hues void of emotion, nothing more than blank states.
After all, Yuhwa had no intentions of feeling. He certainly didnโt want to deal with the onslaught of memories that bubbled up to the surface, threatening to spill and destroy the delicate balance he had created some years ago. He had no intentions of welcoming the unwanted memories after his scuffle with Sebastian. His throat twinged in pain at the notion. His lips puckered in annoyance, allowing his fingers to grace the sensitive flesh of his neck that blossomed with ugly colors, showcasing the obvious handprint that had been wrapped snuggly around his throat, cutting off his air supply as he lay there, accepting his face with fearful hues.
Yuhwa had thought he was doing better, but it seemed everything heโd done to shove those memories to the back to collect cobwebs was damn well useless. He let out a whimper, turning into a broken keen. Damnit! He had been doing better. He had been happy, or as happy as the leader could be.
The fox curled into himself further, hands itching to do something, anything to get his mind off of everything, but did he want to leave his nest? The male frowned, worrying his bottom lip in absent thought. His light blue hues narrowed at the mess of wires and scraps of metal tossed on his desk, several stacks of files laid haphazardly. I could start a fewโHis mind supplied. It was an easy distraction. One he took graciously as he wiggled out of his cocoon, ignoring the keen that slipped out.
His body ached with each stumble, reminding him of how frail his body had gotten over the years. He sighed, reaching to rub at heavy eyelids. The heavy reminder that he hadnโt slept in days, save for the few minute power naps heโd sneak in before moving on to the next project.
The male was quick to slump into the plush chair he put together with some help from Mason. Having made quirk work despite the laughter and roughhousing the two managed to get into while Aoi sighed, watching the two with dead ocean hues.
Yuhwa shook his head, hands fiddling with the mesh of wires with little protection against the delicate flesh of his palms. His mind eased into a practiced serenity, allowing the occasional spark and grind of metal to soothe his aches. The familiar notion allowed him moments of peace that he soaked up like a sponge.
The pinkette wasnโt sure how long time had passed, far too deep into his creations and scanning the many files, occasionally scribbling his name down or double checking all was in order. He was the leader, after all. Of course, Yuhwa still felt unworthy of such a grand title, no matter how hard the male tried. Nothing ever seemed to be enough. Could he be as grand as his Master had once been? Certainly, not.
He scowled, fingers knee-deep in his work, uncaring of the blood that trickled down his nose, pooling around his chin to dribble on the desk, splattering with a quiet splat. His light blue hues lacked their usual luster, instead, far too dull for anyoneโs liking.
It seemed he had been too focused on his work to realize the door opening, flooding the apartment with familiar, comforting scents. His head bowed low to stare into the depths of the weapon heโd been working on for some time. The male arm-deep within the machine until the door swung open, startling the fox with a squawk. The notion sent his forearm plunging into a mess of wires that had yet to be fixed into their proper place, burning the sensitive flesh.
The familiar stench of burnt flesh wafted through the room, drowning out the various smells of his potted plants that hung everywhere. Despite the situation, it truly was an amazing sight to behold. The room appears jungle-like despite the furniture, giving the fox the perfect habitat to nest and work.
โShit! Yuhwa!โ Masonโs voice boomed, rushing over to cradle his blackened arm while the pinkette withered, canines sinking into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip to stiffen the cries that bubbled, threatening to spill past cracked lips. Who? Yuhwaโs mind wandered, muscles coiling beneath milky white skin as the figure drew nearer.
His petite frame shivered, ignoring the blossoming pain that raced up and down his reddening arm, already blackened in some areas because of how close his skin was to the open-ended wires he hadnโt had the chance to fix until it was too late. Some luck I have. He thought mutely. His heart was pounding against his sternum, blinking several times to clear the watery droplets that threatened to slip down hallowed cheekbones to collect at his chin and drip, pooling into the divots of his collarbone.
Yuhwa cursed, stumbling away from the figure with a pitiful whine. His light blue hues widened at the blurry figure, obvious to the familiar scent that was home. His uninjured hand fumbled, searching for the weapon that he had stored beneath his pillows, only to realize he wasnโt anywhere near the comforts of his nest. His mind flared in panic. Sebastianโs here. He couldnโt think of anything else, but the grappling panic that clutched his heart in a vice-like grip, refusing to let go as he struggled to breathe, mouth parting to suck in air which only made it worse.
Yuhwa had feared the redhead would have found out where he lived, cursing himself for being so โฆ so weak. If onlyโThe pinkette knew nothing horrible would happen, or at the very least, he forced himself to believe it. It was easy to lie to himself, far simpler than dealing with it.
โโhwa!โ
โDamnit, Yuhwa!โ The male snapped, reaching to grasp the terrified fox by the shoulders, nostrils flaring with an equally steely expression settled upon his ivory-hued face. His lips puckered in annoyance, brows furrowed with worry swirling within the bright azure-colored hues. โYuhwa! Fuck!โ The male hissed.
Yuhwa squirmed within Masonโs grasp, struggling to get out of his captorโs grip with a hiss of his own. His mind reeled with the need to get away. He had to get away or Sebastian would make worth of his promise the day they met at the gravesite while Yuhwa had talked to his half-brother, laughing pitifully while wrapped up in Zhiqiangโs oversized sweater that encompassed his petite frame.
Mason let out a puff of air, letting go of the fox with a grumble, staring at them with narrowed hues. The male noted the bags beneath his hooded hues to the obvious burn along Yuhwaโs left forearm that reddened, contrasting against Yuhwaโs milky white skin. His breath hitched, hues darkening to swirls of midnight at the flashes of blackened skin. โDamnit.โ The male brushed a hand through raven-hued locks.
โHey. Pipsqueak. You're alright. Youโre safe. Nothingโs going to hurt you.โ He reached forward cautiously, palms outstretched as he watched the pinkette flinch, bringing his injured up against his chest, despite the pain that danced across his facial features. The raven-haired male made a cooing sound that rumbled deep within his chest, soothing the fox with blatant sounds.
Minutes passed until the feeble voice drew Mason out of his thoughts, blinking several times to stare at the pinkette staring up at him with owlish hues. He chuckled, offering the male a relaxed grin despite the tenseness in his shoulders. โHey there, pipsqueak.โ He rumbled.
โEh?โ Yuhwa winced, drawing his gaze to the mess he made of his forearm. Oh. He let out an airy chuckle, letting his injured arm fall limp to his side. โB, Blueberry?โ He trilled. His lips parted in an โoโ shape.
Mason sighed, quick to shuffle over. His arms expanded to offer the other a hug, which Yuhwa accepted. The pinkette frowned at the shivers that ransacked the maleโs frame at the touch, pulling away. He was stopped short by the hand wrapped loosely around his wrist, careful to tug the male back into their embrace. โMโokay.โ He muttered.
โSorry.โ
Mason huffed, shaking his head. The male drew the pinkette closer to his chest, allowing the gentle scent of driftwood to calm the injured male. โShould have known better.โ The raven-haired male remarked with a shrug. โThink you can walk to the kitchen? Aoiโs got some cold water ready.โ He gestured to his forearm which throbbed painfully, reminding him he needed to take care of it; but to leave the comforts of his nest? Yuhwa frowned.
The pinkette nodded, letting the larger male haul him to his feet without difficulty. The two shuffled out of the room and into the kitchen where Aoi awaited. A bowl of cold water awaited him, sighing in relief once the shorter male guided his forearm into the liquid, subduing the fire that prickled at the flesh. His shoulders sagged in relief, body swaying with fatigue until the press of a muscular chest bumped up against his shoulder blades. โSโAlright. Iโve got you, pipsqueak.โ Mason rumbled.
โIโll go grab the bandages.โ Aoi hummed. The silent male padded out of the kitchen to hunt for clean bandages and some aloe vera to help ease the pain. The dark-haired male hoped the anti-inflammatory helped, but was unsure of what type of burn. He made note of some of the area charred black, but otherwise, the skin flushed reds. He supposed the blackened area was caused by direct contact with the wires while the rest of his forearm bumped into the still fragile networking of the weapon. He sighed.
Yuhwa watched the other leave, blinking owlishly as he stared into the cozy apartment filled to the brim with greenery and splashes of color. It was a mess, but at least he knew where everything was โฆ mostly.
The pinkette nested deeper into Masonโs embrace, glancing up at the male with furrowed eyebrows. The other responded with a grunt, tightening his hold around Yuhwaโs slim waist. Despite the throbbing pain that danced along Yuhwaโs nerves, he allowed the powerful scent of driftwood to flood his senses, calming him down until he lay, slumped against the other with a thankful chirp.
โHowโre you holdinโ up, pinkie?โ Mason rumbled. The sound alone sent shivers down the lengths of his spine.
Yuhwa laughed bitterly, shrugging his shoulders while watching the water swirl around his burnt forearm, noting the waterโs temperature and the subtle burn it brought along with it. Am I alright? He had to be. โIโll be fine!โ He chirped. His tone wavering but otherwise kept up his cheerful facade. Heโd be fine, eventually. He had to be fine, if not for everyone that counted on him to lead. He was a leader, after all. He couldnโt afford these mental breakdowns, unable to tell foe from friend to the bubbling memories that threatened to spill from its cauldron.
Yuhwa would be fine โฆ simple as that.
The raven-haired male huffed, rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin of his sides, letting out a rumble that vibrated deep within his throat. โYou donโt have to always be fine, pipsqueak. Donโt lie to yourself. I saw the way you reacted when I touched you. You arenโt fine.โ He huffed. โHas he contacted you? If he has, Iโll blow his ass until thereโs nothing left of him to find.โ His lips peeled back to reveal sharp canines.
Yuhwa shook his head, offering the taller male a weak grin. โNo. Not sinceโโ He frowned. The pinkette was quick to shake his head, getting rid of unwanted memories before they festered. He was safe. Thatโs all that mattered, right?
Mason hummed. The demon reached to pinch the bridge of his nose. โDamnit.โ Yuhwa tilted his head, removing his arm from the room-temperature water with an inaudible hiss. โI fucked up by touching you like that. Should have known fucking better than to do that. Fucking hell.โ He grumbled. โYou shouldnโt have to deal with those fuckers. I still donโt know what you saw in that bastard, but I get it. I do.โ He added.
Yuhwaโs smile wobbled at the statement, burrowing his face into Masonโs sternum. He felt tears prickle at the corner of his hues until he sucked in a breath. Donโt cry. Donโt cry. He repeated. The male turned to dab at his forearm with a kitchen towel, drying off the excess water.
He noted Aoi returning, holding a roll of bandages of homemade aloe vera sealed tight in a plastic container. He gestured towards Yuhwaโs injured arm, patting the counter with a huff. Yuhwa nodded sheepishly, allowing the other to manhandle his arm into a better position despite the flare of pain that left the man gritting his teeth.
โAt the time? I hadnโt realized peaches was near when โฆ Sebastian showed up.โ He huffed out a laugh. โSilly peaches.โ He muttered.
Mason snorted, threading his fingers through strawberry-pink hair. His fingers rubbed at the fox ears that twitched, welcoming the pets with a purr. His tails swished in joy at the pleasurable sensation overriding the pain that sparked and flickered as Aoi made quick work to slather the burn in a hefty amount of aloe vera.
โYou need to head to headquarters still?โ Yuhwa hummed in agreement, head tilting to allow Mason further reach of the sensitive appendages. Mason bobbed his head, glancing up to meet light-colored hues. โAoi can help you get dressed them. Something that wonโt rub against the bandages.โ His nose scrunched up at the thought. โYou can borrow my trench coat.โ He shrugged. The article of clothing had been tossed on the couch when the twins entered. โIโd cook, butโโ Mason huffed. โI canโt cook for shit.โ
Yuhwa snorted, biting back a wince as Aoi wrapped the clean bandage around his arm, enough so it protected the sensitive flesh, but where the pain was bearable enough that he didnโt feel like someone was torching his forearm.
He fought back the whimpers that threatened to slip past cracked lips, worrying his bottom lip as he watched. The male was unaware of the soothing rumbles that Mason emitted, attempting to ease the foxโs nerves, only noticing because of the soothing vibrations that ran along the lengths of his spine and shoulder blades. His light blue hues flickered to be bright azure, offering the taller male a hesitant grin.
โDone.โ Aoi stepped back, observing his work with a hum. His hands resting on his hips, slender fingers curling into the soft flesh of his hipbone, crinkling his jeans with the pressure. Yuhwa bobbed his head, pulling his arm back to observe the well-wrapped bandage, hiding the damage. His ears twitched, pressing flat against his scalp, blending in with his strawberry-pink locks.
โCome on, letโs get you dressed before someone sends in a squad of morons,โ Mason grumbled. The male slipped an arm around Yuhwaโs petite waist, letting long ivory-hued fingers curl until the pressure left Yuhwaโs skin a blinding white, contrasting against his already pale skin. Together the Shimizu twins led the wounded fox back into the comforts of his nest, Aoi gesturing towards the mound of blankets, finger pointing at the clothing they brought, as requested.
โIโll let Aoi help you. Iโll see what I can do about getting us food on the way to headquarters.โ He gruffly responded, slipping out of the room with a grunt. His hand reached to drag down his face, a tired sigh slipping out. Masonโs pupils shifted to horizontal slits, lips curling in disgust at the sight of Yuhwaโs noticeable bruises. His stomach churned at the thought of Yuhwa facing Sebastian alone.
His fingers curled around his biceps, letting the nimble appendages drum a pattern against the exposed flesh. The brothers had gotten a call late into the night, having been ready to curse at whoever was on the phone when Yuhwaโs voice filtered through the speakers. The pinkette stumbles through a poor explanation until inevitably breaking down, asking if one of them could pick him up.
Masonโs fists had clenched, putting two together as the skin bled a ghostly white. His nostrils flared, promising to pick up the distressed fox while slipping out of Keaneโs embrace, who had been listening with narrowed hues. The two shared a brief kiss as the raven-haired male shuffled to slip on whatever he could grab from the closet.
The brute shook his head, letting his feet carry him into the living room, flopping onto the couch with a tired groan. His fingers reached to grab his phone as he scrolled through in search of something quick to grab before the trio headed to headquarters. โThe next time that fucker comes near, Iโm fucking killing him.โ He muttered into the phone, shoulders hunched over with an evident scowl.
As Mason slipped out of the room, leaving Aoi and him alone, he flopped onto the bed with a trill. His hand reached to curl into the closest blanket, tugging the comfortable object closer to his frame, having curled up into its heat. He let out a content sigh, snuggling up as Aoi bustled around the room until he slipped into Yuhwaโs closet to pick out clothing while Yuhwa remained content looking through the clothing the twins had brought.
โThank you.โ He chirped, letting himself tug Masonโs trench coat on top of the red fuzzy blanket he had nabbed from his nest of blankets. His dull expression brightening at the comforting scent of driftwood flooded his senses, relishing in the familiar feeling of a protective embrace, akin to the feeling when one returns home.
His nose twitched, grinning at the thought. Home. The twins were his safety blanket. His home, much like the few people that managed to rise in rank, became something far more important to him than anyone ever could. It wasnโt a big list. Few managed to rise, becoming a sense of home. A silly notion, but it brought him great happiness that bled warmth and love.
Most would assume his apartment was home, although they would be only half right. It was the people for as long as possible. Yuhwa blinked several times, pulling himself out of his thoughts to see Aoi standing before him, brow raising in question. The pinkette waved his blanket-covered hand with a cheeky grin. โSorry! Sorry! What were you saying?โ Aoi shook his head, showing the outfit to the other. The shorter maleโs expression remained deadpan, blue hues swirling with fondness, but a tinge of sadness remained.
โFound an outfit.โ The blue-eyed male held a mixture of the twinsโ and Yuhwaโs clothing. The pinkette bobbed his head, shuffling out of his blanket cocoon, allowing his fingers to brush against the edge of the crop top with a turtleneck-styled collar that would expose his midriff.
โThank you.โ The male let out a giddy hum at the welcoming scents of his friends.
The outfit comprised an ombre-styled crop top that bled obsidian along the turtleneck-like collar that hid the hand-shaped bruise from prying eyes. The crop top rested just in the middle of his ribcage, the color fading to a steel grey. The crop top hugged his frame nicely, all while remaining sleeveless, the sleeves bowing in to expose his collarbone with a red โxโ that stopped below his pectorals, wrapping around him stopped just a hair past his shoulder blades. The pants were of the same ombre-styled except the pant legs bled obsidian before fading to a dark grey with a black belt wrapped snuggly around his slim waist, exposing a sliver of his evident hipbones.
Aoi helped him slip on a pair of black socks that rested just past his ankles until Yuhwaโs feet bore combat-styled black boots that reached mid-calf. He grinned, twirling around in his outfit once he was done. The corner of Aoiโs lips quirked as he slung Masonโs black trench coat over his shoulders, covering his body while hiding the boot-shaped bruises along his midriff.
โMason was able to get you another mask.โ Aoi gestured for the other to head out. โLetโs see if he found breakfast.โ
The pinkette snickered, waving his uninjured hand with a trill. โAlright! Alright! Iโm going!โ His light blue hues crinkled in laughter despite the clear bags beneath his eyes.
The two stepped into the living room, Yuhwa curling his fingers around the long sleeves of Masonโs trench coat. โButterfly said you got another mask for me?โ The fox skipped plopping onto the couch, glancing up at the taller male with a curious chirp.
The raven-haired male grunted in acknowledgment, hand reaching out to pass the identical mask to the leader. Mason noted the hiss of pain that slipped past his cracked lips, eyebrows furrowing until his gaze caught sight of the boot-shaped bruises hidden behind the trench coat. His gut churned in anger, having pushed the bubbling sensation down, but it seemed it had been pointless to do so.
โMโalright! Honest! Doesnโt hurt all that much anymore.โ Yuhwa hummed. Mason huffed, shaking his head with a really face. The pinkette grinned cheekily, shrugging his shoulders. โDonโt worry so much blueberry. Iโm not dyinโโ Yuhwa paused at the slip-up, wincing at the reminder. โNevermind.โ The male chuckled weakly, reaching with his uninjured hand to rub at his nap.
โ...โ
Yuhwa hurried to grab the mask from Masonโs lowering hand, fingers curling around the familiar object with a sigh of relief. His body curled into itself as he leaned against the raven-haired male. Mason sighed through his nose, tugging the fox closer until he was tucked into his side with a soothing rumble while Aoi remained perched on the arm, balancing perfectly with sock-cladded feet.
โGet some sleep pipsqueak. Weโll head to headquarters soon. Donโt think theyโd appreciate a leader that looks dead on their feet.โ
Yuhwa grumbled at the comment, peaking up at the male with puckered lips. โAm not.โ Despite the weak protest, he allowed himself to burrow deeper into the maleโs side. His legs shifted to curl on the couch while Mason shifted until Yuhwaโs face was pressed against the sensitive flesh of his neck.
โWill he be alright?โ Aoi questioned, brows furrowed at the sight of their pink-haired friend.
โFuck if I know,โ Mason muttered, staring down at the man in question with thinned lips. โI donโt think he should be heading to work so fucking soon, but with the damn tournament happening tonight, I donโt think thatโs an option.โ
โShould weโโ
โFuckinโ course weโre going. Do you think itโs a good idea to leave him alone? He doesnโt need to add his fucked-up boyfriends to the list of things that are gonna happen. Hell! I know damn well Sebastianโs going to show his ugly face and I hope to hell that asshole gets his face blown up by pop rockโs explosionsโ He huffed. โDamn asshole.โ He cursed, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose with his unoccupied hand while Aoi reached over to thread his fingers through Masonโs raven-hued locks, offering wordless comfort while the pad of his thumb brushed against Yuhwaโs high cheekbone.
# # #
The nine-tailed fox hummed, fingers curling into the fabric of his long sleeves while ignoring the twinge of pain that came from his burn, knowing well enough he had to get it checked out, but Aoi never said when? Yuhwa shuffled along, trailing behind the deadpan male with Mason beside him, relishing in the heat that the taller male oozed.
His body tucked into the safety of Masonโs side, letting out a content sigh despite what transpired earlier. He was doing โฆ better. Yuhwa couldnโt afford to slack off, not when he was in charge. Of course, he could pass things off to his second-in-command and those willing to help, but the thought alone set his stomach churning.
He was still breathing, wasnโt he? He was fine. His mental state mattered little unless it prevented him from doing his job, but so far? Heโd be able to shove everything down to collect cobwebs and itโll remain that way for as long as possible. Yuhwa โฆ had no intention of opening that lid.
Yuhwa sighed, tugging the trench coat closer to his frame, welcoming the delicious heat with a purr. His ears remained alert, swerving on top of the mesh of strawberry-pink hair while his fingers reached to curl around his mask, deeming the object secured.
He sure as hell hoped no one noticed the bruises that littered his frame from his tumble with Sebastian. Stupid skin. He had always been one to easily bruise, something Mason and him shared. He was certain the public would raise questions, claiming Yuhwa was unfit to lead the clan. He was a weak link. Sadly, true. He wasnโt as physically fit as the other clan leaders, and even then he barely had the support of most of those within Ravinca, many assuming he took charge illegally. He shivered at the thought, already expecting the rumors thatโd spread. Not that there arenโt already rumors. He let out a humorless chuckle.
The trio halted, standing close to Ravincaโs headquarters as people mingled about, offering their greetings while others peered around objects to get a closer look at the trio, hoping for something exciting to happen. After all! It wasnโt every day Yuhwa returned with two strangers.
Yuhwa shuffled, reaching to brush the pad of his thumb against the maskโs cheek, taking comfort in the familiar object that protected him from scrutiny. His arm throbbed painfully, drawing a high-pitched whine from the fox, curling into himself as he waited for the blooming fire to subside. His injured forearm tucked closely to his chest, already noting the brief blotches of crimson against the pearly-white bandages. Stupid.
His light blue hues dulling, reality finally settling in. He knew peaches would want answers, and they deserved to know, but could Yuhwa open up? He frowned, drawing into himself at the notion. He trusted them. More than anything in the world. He trusted peaches, but the thought of losing them because of โฆ it? He wasnโt sure heโd be able to handle it. Yuhwa loved them. They were home as much as Mason and Aoi were.
โYou alright pipsqueak?โ
Yuhwa glanced up, shrugging his shoulders. โIโll be alright.โ He mumbled. Mason rumbled in response, leaning down to press his nose against Yuhwaโs temple. His breath tickled his ear, leaving him chuckling behind his mask, unaware of the ripple effect it caused as people leaned forward, recording devices raised as they mumbled their suspicions. A new lover, perhaps?
Aoi watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow, shaking his head at the platonic lovers with a subtle quirk on his lips, otherwise remaining quiet as Yuhwa withdrew into himself.
โItโs alright! Youโll be at the tournament, right?โ He chirped, tone nonetheless convincing as he changed the subject. Heโd be fine as long as he didnโt bump into anyone else from his past that still haunted his nightmares.
The fox snickered as Mason pressed a kiss to the base of his left ear, drawing a purr from the pinkette, nuzzling into Masonโs warmth. He became pliable as the raven-haired male moved, wrapping an arm around his petite waist, letting the aromatic scent of driftwood and spices lull him into a relaxed state. The fox was all more compliant as he allowed himself to relax despite the public watching with curious hues.
Aoi was quick to pull closer, head cocked in curiosity while radiating calmness despite the bubbling situation that was sure to make the news. He sighed, reaching to drag a hand through dark-colored locks, already wincing at the amount of trouble itโll take to clear things up.
Yuhwa puffed out his cheeks, knowing well enough he had to leave if he wanted to talk with peaches and still have time to view the tournament. He still had multiple things to do, especially if he could see if he could test out the new prototypes with no one noticing he was gone. Of course, when do I listen to anyone? He huffed out a laugh against Masonโs collarbone, drawing a grunt from the male. โSomethinโ funny, pipsqueak?โ
Yuhwa giggled. โNothing! Just realizing I need to get a few things done before the tournament starts.โ He sighed. โIโll visit our medic too!โ He glanced over at Aoi, hoping that would appeal to the other who narrowed his gaze, merely offering a nod in response. His shoulders slumped in relief, pulling away from Masonโs embrace with a frown. He always loved Masonโs hugs even if the male was still terrified of touch, but they were getting there and it made the fox all the happier. Canโt speed progress!
He rocked on the balls of his boot-cladded feet, making sure the trench coat was wrapped snuggly around his frame. The nimble appendages were the only sliver of milky white flesh visible against the dark contrast which curled loosely around the cuff of the long sleeves.
The male waved goodbye, spinning on his heels to head into headquarters only for the fragile serenity to shatter at the sound of rapid barking. Of course, his body froze. His light blue hues zeroed in on the two large canines running towards him with flopping tongues sending the male spiraling as whimpers slipped passed his lips.
No. No. No. No! His throat constricted, unable to draw in breath as a pitiful whine escaped, body wracked with fear. He begged his body to run. Please! Move! His chest shuddered. Get away! I need to get awayโHe couldnโt help but feel weak. He was a leader, for goodness sake! Yet? Here he was shaking in his boots at the mere sight of a pair of dogs. Weak. Pathetic. His voice reminded him as did many others.
He needed toโA pathetic whimper escaped instead. He couldnโt move. His breath remained ragged, leaving him light-headed. His body all but collapsed despite the heady shouts that came from the Shimizu twins and those of his clan. The blood roared loud in his ears, in sync with the harsh pounding of his heart that thrummed against his sternum, begging to be released from its prison.
The pinkette shrunk into himself, curling forward to appear smaller than he was, even if his arm screamed in pain. He wouldnโt be surprised if more blood speckled the pristine white bandages hidden beneath the sleeve of his trench coat.
# # #
The foul stench hit him like a ton of bricks, stopping him in his tracks. The young child let out a whimper as he dove behind the wall and the dumpster, holding onto the half-eaten sandwich he found minutes ago, having already taken a quick bite to settle his churning stomach. His head throbbing, reminding him he hadnโt eaten in a couple of days. This a usual occurrence for the malnourished male who stumbled his way through life on the streets.
His mind reeled at the thick stench of blood, making him gag. He coughed roughly into the palm of his hand, stomach-churning until he crumbled with a pitiful mewl settled upon thin lips. Everything felt wrong. He wasnโt here, but he was. It was confusing, but Yuhwa found himself back in the alleyway as a small child, far too hungry.
The long-haired male huddled behind a dumpster as a pack of dogs neared his quivering form, hugging the half-eaten sandwich tight to his chest, uncaring if the condiments smeared across his tattered shirt. Their teeth snapped at his exposed feet, unable to get any farther as he shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, swallowing with a wince. The food sliding down his throat burned, leaving him sputtering and pounding his chest until it went down.
Why was he here? Yuhwa couldnโt remember over his gurgling stomach. His body is too small. His skin feels loose and wrong. His heart thumped harshly against his sternum like hummingbird wings, threatening to explode from his chest. He felt himself be pulled in multiple directions, as his older self lay crumpled on the sidewalk while he remained trapped in his mind, hands tearing into the soft material of his shirt.
Yuhwa bit back the cry that bubbled from the back of his throat, cursing at himself for being weak. The hot breath of the dogโs teeth sank into his ankle, while the other dogs kept on the onslaught of snapping jaws, nipping at the exposed flesh until he blistered with pain.
His lips trembled. โGo away!โ Please! Go away! Iโm hungry! I canโtโA quiet sob slipped past the childโs mouth without meaning to, followed by choked whimpers as the dog latched onto his ankle and dragged him further into the alleyway, far from the protection the dumpster provided him.
The pack of dogs circled his trembling frame, their maws gaping as they tore into tender flesh, leaving behind physiological scars that Yuhwa doubted heโd ever recover from.
A larger canine towered over his malnourished frame, jaw unhinged to tear into bloodied flesh, allowing drool to dribble onto Yuhwa with sickening plops. He flinched at the noise, hands reaching to clamp over his ears, hoping itโd block out the sounds of snarling dogs.
He couldnโt run. If he ran, theyโd chase him until his lungs screamed for air. Until his small legs trembled, unable to keep himself up as he tumbled, bruising the tender flesh as he was circled once more. He couldnโt get away.
He winced at the globs of drool slicking his long dark chestnut hair as his breathing came in quick gasps, allowing the pounding of his head to take over. He felt it throb in time with his heart, the notion feeling wrong. So so wrong. Make it stop! He neededโHe wanted it to stop. The pinkette curled into himself, lips parted to take in shuddering breaths as the massive beast snarled, teeth sinking into his forearm drawing a cry from his lips.
He flinched, noting something wrapped loosely around his frame, barely making out the voices that flooded his mind, pooling with concern. His eyebrows furrowed, noting his surroundings that bled, blurring together until he couldnโt make out much anymore. What? Whatโs happening? WhoโHe peered up through thick eyelashes at where he assumed the massive beast still stood, only to peer into bright azure-colored hues.
โโHwa!โ
โDonโt โฆ rational โฆ panic.โ A second voice chimed in, unable to make out what was being said. His ears rang loudly drawing an annoyed whine from his chapped lips. He could feel himself slowly coming too, blinking several times to realize his mask was discarded, having been tossed onto the desk in the twins' haste to get the pinkette out of the publicโs view and into the safety of his office.
He blinked several times, unable to clear his vision that pooled with crystallized tears, sliding down his cheeks to collect around his chin. Wh, Where? He didnโt remember getting here? He was โฆ he was? I was outsideโ
The hushed voices returned, drawing the male out of his thoughts. โM, Mason?โ His voice was hoarse.
โHey, there pipsqueak. Youโre safe now, alright? Nothinโ gonna hurt you, pinkie. You gonna come back to us?โ Mason rumbled out soothingly, pulling the pinkette closer to his arm, only now realizing they were tucked away behind his desk. The raven-haired male carded his fingers through Yuhwaโs locks while the other slowly came to while Aoi remained crouched, rubbing soothing circles against Yuhwaโs kneecap.
โMโfine,โ Yuhwa muttered sluggishly. His fingers reached to curl around Masonโs wrist, his thumb pressed against his pulse point to feel the steady rhyme of his heart, pulling the male further out of his mind. His tone does nothing to convenience the two before him. Mason let out a snort, shaking his head.
โDonโt lie to yourself, dumbass.โ He huffed. โYou and I both know you're not fine.โ He grumbled. Aoi hummed in agreement, settling back onto the pads of his feet while Mason shuffled to card a hand through his raven-hued locks.
Yuhwa grumbled, sinking into Masonโs embrace still not all there, but he was better than earlier. He offered Aoi a weak-filled grin, knees tucked close to his chest as he cradled his injured forearm, noting the splotches of blood multiplying. He sighed. I was hoping Iโd be able to ignore it. He wondered if he could still ignore it. All it took was wrapping some clean bandages around it and claiming heโd gone to the medics. He was sure theyโd believe it unless Aoi asked to see the burnt flesh โฆ which Yuhwa was surely fucked then.
Some leader I am. He bit back a huff. His mind was still groggy as ghost pains fluttered across milky white skin, reminding him of things heโd wish to forget. He felt horrible. Impossibly weaker than ever.
Sensing Yuhwaโs turmoil, Aoi poked the other with his index finger. โWeโll be heading to Sinikkaโs to get some more bandages and some anti-biotic cream for your burn.โ He glanced up at Mason who frowned, seemingly unwilling to let the pinkette go. โWould you like one of us to stay?โ
Stay? Did he want that? No. He shooed the two towards the door, shaking his head. โGo. Iโll be fine for a while.โ I think. โNo need to bother Sin forโโ
โYuhwa.โ Masonโs tone left no room for argument, shutting up the pinkette with a puff of his cheeks. โWeโll meet back at the tournament, alright? Aoi will re-bandage your arm, but so fucking help me if you donโt get it checked out after we leave Iโm revoking your plant privileges.โ
Yuhwa gasped, staring at the taller male with a hurtful expression. โIโNo! You canโt do that! I still need to getโโ He shrieked. Mason held up a hand to silence the other.
โThen go get it looked at.โ He rumbled. Yuwha trilled in annoyance, lips puckered in a childish pout. You canโt revoke me from buying more plants. He nodded after a while, watching the two slip out with a kiss on his temple and a promise to see each other again.
He shivered, already missing the heat the two provided as he slipped into the plush office chair, curling up with a wince. His trench coat had been tossed aside, leaving one to see most of his bruises and bloodied bandages. He sure looked like hell warmed over, not that the male cared all that much at the moment.
He really wished he had better luck, but it seems fate enjoyed watching him squirm and stumble through life. He winced, glancing at the scattered papers that were in untidy piles for later reviewing, mentioning plans for the future while others asked for more funding. His hands reached out to grab a stack of papers, ignoring the way his hands shook vigorously. His breath coming in shuddered gasps as he got to work skimming the pages.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
ravinca leader.
alias
hananoami
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie
title
pink spider lily, huli jing
species
demon ( nine-tailed fox )
pronouns
he / him
age
" twenty-five "
abilities
shapeshifting, shield construction, would | pain transfer.
clan ability
falling yin
i don't wanna die or fade away i just wanna be someone i just wanna be someone dive and disappear without a trace i just wanna be someone well, doesn't everyone? and if you feel the great dividing i wanna be the one you're guiding 'cause i believe that you could lead the way i just wanna be somebody to someone, oh i wanna be somebody to someone, oh i never had nobody and no road home i wanna be somebody to someone
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE REMAINED HUNCHED OVER HIS desk with dull hues that once glimmered with life, now remained empty as he scanned through the various papers held tight within his shaky grasp. He sucked on his bottom lip, worrying the tender flesh with a shaky hum that bubbled up from his throat, spilling out past his lips like bees bursting out from their home. His senses remained sluggish, unable to comprehend what had happened fully. He felt awful. His head pounded in tandem with his heart that pulsed beneath his skin, reminding him he was alive, but how he wished to fall in couple with the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole.
He paused, staring blankly at nothing in particular, unaware of his surroundings once again. His arm pulsating, reminding him he should seek one of the medics. Shame bubbled up at the thought of bothering them for something so measly as burnt flesh. He hated feeling weak like a newborn fawn stumbling after its mother on trembling limbs that have yet to cooperate.
After all, Yuhwa was weak. He was a leader, but something so trivial as dogs brushing past him sent him tumbling with terror gripping his insides in a vise-like grip, refusing to let go until Yuhwa crumbled. Until he was nothing more than a shell of his former self, but what was he before this? His eyebrows furrowed, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the smooth surface. He was nothing before this. Nothing. He offered nothing. He was nothing.
Yuhwa hadnโt realized until it was too late. The tears spilled down his cheeks leaving wet streaks down his milky white flesh. The tears gathered around his chin before falling to collect on his shirt that bled like painted stars.
He dropped the file, hand reaching to cover his mouth to hide the sob that slipped past cracked lips. His eyes rimmed red from the tears that refused to stop, no matter how hard he rubbed. His shoulders quivered as a whine slipped out. Dang it! Stop crying! He begged, falling on deaf ears as the tear tracks grew larger, staining his shirt even more.
His lips curled into a bittersweet grin, rubbing his uninjured arm across his eyes while curled up in his office chair, head lowered until his chin grazed his clothed collarbone. His shoulders curled into himself, appearing smaller than he was, wanting nothing more than the chair to swallow him whole.
His quiet sobs filled the silence, encompassing him in one brilliant ball of patheticness and the bubbling dread that oozed out of his pores. He was a weak weak man. His fingernails dug crescent-shaped grooves into the exposed flesh of his arms, ignoring the flares of pain that accompanied it. He wanted to feel something. More than anything, he wanted to feel something other than the sickening numbness that flooded his veins like ice.
It had gone away when the twins appeared, banishing it until there was nothing, but warmth and safety until chuckles bubbled up past his lips. His hands shook with vigor, detaching himself from his forearms with a whimper.
Everything was too much. He just wanted things to stop, but how could he when the world continued to move with no empathy, unwilling to change its course? He let out a lofty chuckle, reaching to grip his strawberry locks in a weak grip, tugging at the silky strands with a whine. His tails wished in tandem with his fraying emotions, wrapping themselves around his side in a weakโcomforting hug that he desperately needed, but was unwilling to reach out for.
His lips parted with a quiet wheeze, releasing his death grip on his locks to wrap themselves around his mid-section, uncaring that it left his skin twisting in disgust, reminding him of the various boot-shaped bruises that littered his lithe frame, the various shades standing out against his milky white flesh.
Yuhwa wanted to laugh at his predicament. His forehead thumped against the desk with a whimper, curling into himself further until he was a tight ball with tails wrapping around his frame in a make-shift blanket, having no strength to wiggle out of his seat to grab the trench coat lay crumbled not too far away that would certainly ward off the coldness that seeped deep into his bones, spreading like wildfire as it sucked the last bit of warmth he had left.
The small male let out various chirps, arms wrapping tighter around his midsection while his head burrowed deeper, ignoring the twinge of pain that sparkled along milky white flesh. It was bearable. The pain. He had worse, if not life-threatening, but this? It was nothing more than a dull ache that reminded him of how weak and skittish he could be. He sighed, giving his body a quick shake, throat constricting with each sniffle that escaped.
His hands reached to cup his face, the pads of his thumbs rubbing at his red, puffy eyes. Stupid. He grinned bitterly into his palms. I should see the medic, huh? He thought lazily, mind still reeling from the emotional mayhem that was his mind. The thought alone sent him stiffening, attempting to curl tighter into himself while becoming increasingly aware of his bandaged arm sporting dollops of blood that grew in size. No. I canโtโIt really is nothing! Blueberry doesnโt need to know and Iโll re-bandage it myself later.
He could fix it. He didnโt need help. He certainly didnโt need people fretting over something as much as a silly burn.
He gradually pulled himself out of his mind to stare at the bandage in distaste, lips tipped into a frown. A sigh slipped past his life at the thought of making the burns worse, but the male didnโt seem all too worried about messing it up more than it already was.
At the sound of the knock, Yuhwa cursed, biting his lip to stop the whimper that threatened to escape behind clenched teeth as he smacked his injured arm on the desk in a hurry to hide it behind his back. The male doing his best to conceal the injury the second Naomi walked through the doors carrying three hot chocolates and a handful of churros. His ears perked up at the sight of his comfort food, feeling drool collect at the corner of his lips which curled into a weak-willed grin.
โH, Hello peaches!โ The male chirped, tails swishing at the sight of the second-in-command.
His light blue hues zeroed in on the hot chocolates and churros that sat on his desk begging to be eaten. His stomach churned at the thought of eating. The rancid smell of the dog filled his nose at the thought, drawing a tight-lipped frown that vanished seconds later. He wanted to puke, but heโd puke nothing but acid. โThank you!โ He trilled. His uninjured hand reached to grab one of the offered cups with a happy mewl. The pads of his fingers curled around the welcoming warmth, drawing a sigh from the pinkette.
His ears flattened at the thought of โฆ talking. His brows furrowing in distress, knowing for certain his voice would crack and the tears appearing all over again to spill over his cheekbones and dot his shirt like stars. He didnโt want to worry Naomi more than he already had. He didnโt.
The pinkette took a sip of his hot chocolate while debating on setting his drink down to nab a churro. In the end, he ended up placing it on the desk while reaching forward to sneak a churro, biting it with a lofty hum. His tails wiggled in delight at the cinnamon flooding his mouth.
It was nice despite the sickness that pooled into his stomach, leaving his frame shivering despite it not being cold. His shoulders hunched into themselves as he shifted to stare up at the other, brows furrowing at the clear dark circles and the pale skin that accompanied them. โA, Are you alright peaches?โ He wanted to stand up to run his fingers over the darkened circles, letting out a worried trill. He doubted heโd be able to get up without tumbling over, so he remained seated.
โMaybe you shouldnโt โฆ come to the tournament? You need sleepโBesides! Iโll be fine on my own!โ He didnโt want to explain why his arm looked like a cooked noodle that was left on the burner for too long. He didnโt need to worry peaches any more than he already had when Sebastian showed up, choking him until he saw stars. The worst part? Yuhwa let him do all those horrible things. It was natural. He was used to the sickening pain that left him reeling, falling deeper into his mind as a last resort to preserve what little sanity he had left.
He wanted to laugh. To drag a hand through his hair and tug, but he couldnโt. He couldnโt. He wasnโt that weak. He was still healing, but how much time would that take? Forever? He didnโt have forever. He sighed, hiding behind the cup of hot chocolate in hopes Naomi wouldnโt notice. He was barely keeping it together, already busting the seams that he was trying desperately to keep together.
He worried his bottom lip, light blue hues watching the other with furrowed eyebrows. He subtly noted there wasnโt a chill like there normally was. He was thankful, but didnโt? Yuhwa frowned. โYouโโ He paused. His shoulders hunched in on themselves as he nibbled on the churro. โYou donโt have to stop using your abilities! I donโt want you to feelโโ He sighed. I donโt want you to suffer because of me. He wanted to say but couldnโt get the words out other than the inaudible whine that slipped past parted lips ( Now? I can usually hold a conversation for two people! Of course, Iโm delaying the inevitable. Just get it over with! ). He could deal with the coldness that wafted from Naomi. Naomi was home. Naomi would never hurt him, although he couldnโt say the same for himself. He was always reckless. The leader who lacked the will to live. It was in his nature to give it his all, even if it destroyed his entire being.
The pinkette made a quick note of the paint splotches that coated their body, head tilting with a questionable trill. Pretty like the stars. He thought with a tilt of his lips. Naomi was always pretty. Far prettier than Yuhwa and the pinkette would stand by that statement for eternity.
He let out an inaudible sigh, slouching forward until his forehead smacked the desk with an audible thump. โIโm sorryโThis is all my fault.โ He laughed weakly. He had set down the churro he had originally been snacking on to drag a hand through pink-hued locks. Yuhwa had fared a little better, having stayed up mostly until Mason and Aoi appeared, latching onto the two like his life depended on it. He always fared better sleeping soundlessly with the gentle rasp of someoneโs breathing. It was odd, but it calmed him more than he realized. He grew used to listening to โฆ his voice that sleeping without it was a nightmare. He was far more affected than he realized.
He glanced up from behind thick lashes, offering the other a shake of his head. โNo! You arenโtโI just donโt think I can get through it without breaking down again.โ He laughed wetly, tone wavering, unable to fight off the shiver that raced down the lengths of his spine. Naomi deserved an explanation. Peaches deserved to know how messed up he was. It was only fair if the other would have to deal ( he hoped peaches would never have to deal with something like that again ) with another one of his failed, miserable relationships.
He wasnโt ready to face it, but he couldnโt just sit and pretend as if nothing happened. Not anymore. โYou arenโt stepping over anything! I promise! You deserve answers!โ I hope you donโt look at me with disgust after this. He fiddled with his fingers, keeping tabs to hide his bandaged arm that was sure to bubble crimson against the pristine white.โYouโre โฆ special to me, so youโd find out, eventually.โ He added, but it sounded broken, a far outcry from his bubbly tone that held so much life.
He wanted to hold on to somethingโanything to keep him grounded. โAhโYou're giving me too much credit. Iโm just as replaceable as anyone else.โ He laughed sheepishly. The male rubbed the back of his neck at the statement. Even if he were to die, he doubted many would grieve over his unfortunate death. He let out a nervous trill, rocking his legs, poorly attempted.
โSebastian? The one that โฆ showed up. We used to date? Iโm not sure what we were exactly, I was so far into my head that I wasnโt โฆ aware of what was happening. I wasnโt in the best place.โ He chuckled, unwilling to look Naomi in the eye. โIt was my fault, really.โ He paused, unable to get the rest out with a choked mewl. He could barely say his loverโs name without breaking down.
He let out a wet laugh, reaching to grab the hot chocolate off the desk. He held the drink close to his chest. โSorry! Sorry! Itโs stupid! Donโt โฆ Donโt worry too much, yeah? Itโs not even that bad.โ He worried the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip.
โI just lost someone that was my entire world. He wasโโ Yuhwa couldnโt get the words out, opting to shrug, laughing sheepishly. โSebastian was a rebound as were,โ Yuhwa shuffled, โa few others?โ He huffed out a snort, reaching to press the cup against his forehead. โItโs stupid.โ His shoulders slumped. โSebastian wasnโt always bad.โ Although Sebastian wasnโt always kind. The red-haired male found joy in watching Yuhwa break beneath his manipulative ways and bloodied fists, but Sebastian was far nicer than the others. He was a saint compared to them.
He worried his bottom lip, glancing up from behind the cup to stare at the other with owlish hues. โAre you alright? He didnโt โฆ He didnโt hurt you, did he?โ His gut churned at the thought. โIโI ruined your time at the cemetery, didnโt I?โ His lips tilted into a wobbly grin. Iโm sorry. I have a tendency to screw up everything, donโt I? Some leader I am. He thought bitterly.
He paused, staring blankly at nothing in particular, unaware of his surroundings once again. His arm pulsating, reminding him he should seek one of the medics. Shame bubbled up at the thought of bothering them for something so measly as burnt flesh. He hated feeling weak like a newborn fawn stumbling after its mother on trembling limbs that have yet to cooperate.
After all, Yuhwa was weak. He was a leader, but something so trivial as dogs brushing past him sent him tumbling with terror gripping his insides in a vise-like grip, refusing to let go until Yuhwa crumbled. Until he was nothing more than a shell of his former self, but what was he before this? His eyebrows furrowed, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the smooth surface. He was nothing before this. Nothing. He offered nothing. He was nothing.
Yuhwa hadnโt realized until it was too late. The tears spilled down his cheeks leaving wet streaks down his milky white flesh. The tears gathered around his chin before falling to collect on his shirt that bled like painted stars.
He dropped the file, hand reaching to cover his mouth to hide the sob that slipped past cracked lips. His eyes rimmed red from the tears that refused to stop, no matter how hard he rubbed. His shoulders quivered as a whine slipped out. Dang it! Stop crying! He begged, falling on deaf ears as the tear tracks grew larger, staining his shirt even more.
His lips curled into a bittersweet grin, rubbing his uninjured arm across his eyes while curled up in his office chair, head lowered until his chin grazed his clothed collarbone. His shoulders curled into himself, appearing smaller than he was, wanting nothing more than the chair to swallow him whole.
His quiet sobs filled the silence, encompassing him in one brilliant ball of patheticness and the bubbling dread that oozed out of his pores. He was a weak weak man. His fingernails dug crescent-shaped grooves into the exposed flesh of his arms, ignoring the flares of pain that accompanied it. He wanted to feel something. More than anything, he wanted to feel something other than the sickening numbness that flooded his veins like ice.
It had gone away when the twins appeared, banishing it until there was nothing, but warmth and safety until chuckles bubbled up past his lips. His hands shook with vigor, detaching himself from his forearms with a whimper.
Everything was too much. He just wanted things to stop, but how could he when the world continued to move with no empathy, unwilling to change its course? He let out a lofty chuckle, reaching to grip his strawberry locks in a weak grip, tugging at the silky strands with a whine. His tails wished in tandem with his fraying emotions, wrapping themselves around his side in a weakโcomforting hug that he desperately needed, but was unwilling to reach out for.
His lips parted with a quiet wheeze, releasing his death grip on his locks to wrap themselves around his mid-section, uncaring that it left his skin twisting in disgust, reminding him of the various boot-shaped bruises that littered his lithe frame, the various shades standing out against his milky white flesh.
Yuhwa wanted to laugh at his predicament. His forehead thumped against the desk with a whimper, curling into himself further until he was a tight ball with tails wrapping around his frame in a make-shift blanket, having no strength to wiggle out of his seat to grab the trench coat lay crumbled not too far away that would certainly ward off the coldness that seeped deep into his bones, spreading like wildfire as it sucked the last bit of warmth he had left.
The small male let out various chirps, arms wrapping tighter around his midsection while his head burrowed deeper, ignoring the twinge of pain that sparkled along milky white flesh. It was bearable. The pain. He had worse, if not life-threatening, but this? It was nothing more than a dull ache that reminded him of how weak and skittish he could be. He sighed, giving his body a quick shake, throat constricting with each sniffle that escaped.
His hands reached to cup his face, the pads of his thumbs rubbing at his red, puffy eyes. Stupid. He grinned bitterly into his palms. I should see the medic, huh? He thought lazily, mind still reeling from the emotional mayhem that was his mind. The thought alone sent him stiffening, attempting to curl tighter into himself while becoming increasingly aware of his bandaged arm sporting dollops of blood that grew in size. No. I canโtโIt really is nothing! Blueberry doesnโt need to know and Iโll re-bandage it myself later.
He could fix it. He didnโt need help. He certainly didnโt need people fretting over something as much as a silly burn.
He gradually pulled himself out of his mind to stare at the bandage in distaste, lips tipped into a frown. A sigh slipped past his life at the thought of making the burns worse, but the male didnโt seem all too worried about messing it up more than it already was.
At the sound of the knock, Yuhwa cursed, biting his lip to stop the whimper that threatened to escape behind clenched teeth as he smacked his injured arm on the desk in a hurry to hide it behind his back. The male doing his best to conceal the injury the second Naomi walked through the doors carrying three hot chocolates and a handful of churros. His ears perked up at the sight of his comfort food, feeling drool collect at the corner of his lips which curled into a weak-willed grin.
โH, Hello peaches!โ The male chirped, tails swishing at the sight of the second-in-command.
His light blue hues zeroed in on the hot chocolates and churros that sat on his desk begging to be eaten. His stomach churned at the thought of eating. The rancid smell of the dog filled his nose at the thought, drawing a tight-lipped frown that vanished seconds later. He wanted to puke, but heโd puke nothing but acid. โThank you!โ He trilled. His uninjured hand reached to grab one of the offered cups with a happy mewl. The pads of his fingers curled around the welcoming warmth, drawing a sigh from the pinkette.
His ears flattened at the thought of โฆ talking. His brows furrowing in distress, knowing for certain his voice would crack and the tears appearing all over again to spill over his cheekbones and dot his shirt like stars. He didnโt want to worry Naomi more than he already had. He didnโt.
The pinkette took a sip of his hot chocolate while debating on setting his drink down to nab a churro. In the end, he ended up placing it on the desk while reaching forward to sneak a churro, biting it with a lofty hum. His tails wiggled in delight at the cinnamon flooding his mouth.
It was nice despite the sickness that pooled into his stomach, leaving his frame shivering despite it not being cold. His shoulders hunched into themselves as he shifted to stare up at the other, brows furrowing at the clear dark circles and the pale skin that accompanied them. โA, Are you alright peaches?โ He wanted to stand up to run his fingers over the darkened circles, letting out a worried trill. He doubted heโd be able to get up without tumbling over, so he remained seated.
โMaybe you shouldnโt โฆ come to the tournament? You need sleepโBesides! Iโll be fine on my own!โ He didnโt want to explain why his arm looked like a cooked noodle that was left on the burner for too long. He didnโt need to worry peaches any more than he already had when Sebastian showed up, choking him until he saw stars. The worst part? Yuhwa let him do all those horrible things. It was natural. He was used to the sickening pain that left him reeling, falling deeper into his mind as a last resort to preserve what little sanity he had left.
He wanted to laugh. To drag a hand through his hair and tug, but he couldnโt. He couldnโt. He wasnโt that weak. He was still healing, but how much time would that take? Forever? He didnโt have forever. He sighed, hiding behind the cup of hot chocolate in hopes Naomi wouldnโt notice. He was barely keeping it together, already busting the seams that he was trying desperately to keep together.
He worried his bottom lip, light blue hues watching the other with furrowed eyebrows. He subtly noted there wasnโt a chill like there normally was. He was thankful, but didnโt? Yuhwa frowned. โYouโโ He paused. His shoulders hunched in on themselves as he nibbled on the churro. โYou donโt have to stop using your abilities! I donโt want you to feelโโ He sighed. I donโt want you to suffer because of me. He wanted to say but couldnโt get the words out other than the inaudible whine that slipped past parted lips ( Now? I can usually hold a conversation for two people! Of course, Iโm delaying the inevitable. Just get it over with! ). He could deal with the coldness that wafted from Naomi. Naomi was home. Naomi would never hurt him, although he couldnโt say the same for himself. He was always reckless. The leader who lacked the will to live. It was in his nature to give it his all, even if it destroyed his entire being.
The pinkette made a quick note of the paint splotches that coated their body, head tilting with a questionable trill. Pretty like the stars. He thought with a tilt of his lips. Naomi was always pretty. Far prettier than Yuhwa and the pinkette would stand by that statement for eternity.
He let out an inaudible sigh, slouching forward until his forehead smacked the desk with an audible thump. โIโm sorryโThis is all my fault.โ He laughed weakly. He had set down the churro he had originally been snacking on to drag a hand through pink-hued locks. Yuhwa had fared a little better, having stayed up mostly until Mason and Aoi appeared, latching onto the two like his life depended on it. He always fared better sleeping soundlessly with the gentle rasp of someoneโs breathing. It was odd, but it calmed him more than he realized. He grew used to listening to โฆ his voice that sleeping without it was a nightmare. He was far more affected than he realized.
He glanced up from behind thick lashes, offering the other a shake of his head. โNo! You arenโtโI just donโt think I can get through it without breaking down again.โ He laughed wetly, tone wavering, unable to fight off the shiver that raced down the lengths of his spine. Naomi deserved an explanation. Peaches deserved to know how messed up he was. It was only fair if the other would have to deal ( he hoped peaches would never have to deal with something like that again ) with another one of his failed, miserable relationships.
He wasnโt ready to face it, but he couldnโt just sit and pretend as if nothing happened. Not anymore. โYou arenโt stepping over anything! I promise! You deserve answers!โ I hope you donโt look at me with disgust after this. He fiddled with his fingers, keeping tabs to hide his bandaged arm that was sure to bubble crimson against the pristine white.โYouโre โฆ special to me, so youโd find out, eventually.โ He added, but it sounded broken, a far outcry from his bubbly tone that held so much life.
He wanted to hold on to somethingโanything to keep him grounded. โAhโYou're giving me too much credit. Iโm just as replaceable as anyone else.โ He laughed sheepishly. The male rubbed the back of his neck at the statement. Even if he were to die, he doubted many would grieve over his unfortunate death. He let out a nervous trill, rocking his legs, poorly attempted.
โSebastian? The one that โฆ showed up. We used to date? Iโm not sure what we were exactly, I was so far into my head that I wasnโt โฆ aware of what was happening. I wasnโt in the best place.โ He chuckled, unwilling to look Naomi in the eye. โIt was my fault, really.โ He paused, unable to get the rest out with a choked mewl. He could barely say his loverโs name without breaking down.
He let out a wet laugh, reaching to grab the hot chocolate off the desk. He held the drink close to his chest. โSorry! Sorry! Itโs stupid! Donโt โฆ Donโt worry too much, yeah? Itโs not even that bad.โ He worried the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip.
โI just lost someone that was my entire world. He wasโโ Yuhwa couldnโt get the words out, opting to shrug, laughing sheepishly. โSebastian was a rebound as were,โ Yuhwa shuffled, โa few others?โ He huffed out a snort, reaching to press the cup against his forehead. โItโs stupid.โ His shoulders slumped. โSebastian wasnโt always bad.โ Although Sebastian wasnโt always kind. The red-haired male found joy in watching Yuhwa break beneath his manipulative ways and bloodied fists, but Sebastian was far nicer than the others. He was a saint compared to them.
He worried his bottom lip, glancing up from behind the cup to stare at the other with owlish hues. โAre you alright? He didnโt โฆ He didnโt hurt you, did he?โ His gut churned at the thought. โIโI ruined your time at the cemetery, didnโt I?โ His lips tilted into a wobbly grin. Iโm sorry. I have a tendency to screw up everything, donโt I? Some leader I am. He thought bitterly.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng
yu yingjie.
alias
hananoami
nicknames
pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie, little trickster, pearls, treasure, fish sticks
title
the shifter, pink spider lily, sea maiden, the boy who cries pearls, siren
age
twenty-five
pronouns
he / him
species
betta fish ( costal reef merman )
position
tattoo artist / ex-huntress
abilities
shapeshifting, crying pearls, yin phantom
i don't wanna die or fade away i just wanna be someone i just wanna be someone dive and disappear without a trace i just wanna be someone well, doesn't everyone? and if you feel the great dividing i wanna be the one you're guiding 'cause i believe that you could lead the way i just wanna be somebody to someone, oh i wanna be somebody to someone, oh i never had nobody and no road home i wanna be somebody to someone
i've lost myself long ago
THE PINKETTE SHUFFLED FORWARD, HANDS TUCKED SNUGLY beneath his armpits to appear smaller, shoulders curled inward. He tugged at the sensitive flesh, worrying it between his teeth with a whimper, tears pooling against his waterline, threatening to spill down hallowed milky white cheeks, but he refused. He couldnโtโYuhwa couldnโt. He needed to be strong because who else would be when their lives were ripped apart from the sum without hope of mending it?
Everything was uprooted the second the pod let their guard down. The once six-member strong pod dwindled to three, far too broken. To hurt. He winced, curling into himself further, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, shivering at the sharp stabs of pain it brought. He relished in the painโa distraction. He knew Keane would reprimand him for destroying the sensitive flesh, telling him it could get infected, but it was the rough affection Yuhwa adored. He cared. That was new.
Yuhwa had forgotten what it was like to be looked after. To feel safe. After hisโThe pinkette shook his helm, banishing those thoughts to the depths of his mind, hoping to never unlock them. He couldnโt wind back time, could he? Even if he wanted too, it was impossible. The desire to change his past was so strong it shook him to his very core, rattling his bones until he crumbled, shaking as sobs wracked through his petite frame. Oh, how he was a weak weak man.
The merman shuffled past various stalls that lined the streets of a small city they stumbled upon, minds far too preoccupied to realize where they were. Not that it mattered. Was living worth the suffering? The trauma? Yuhwa didnโt know. He hated it. He didnโt want the bone-chilling suffering that seemed never-ending. How much more could he take? The male frowned, glancing down at his shoes with a teary-eyed grin, hidden beneath his mask that provided Yuhwa some buffer against the onlookers who watched the traveler with narrowed optics.
He sighed, shaking his helm. He shouldnโt be getting lost in thought, especially when he wasnโt familiar with the area.
His baby blue optics shifted to stare at the small pouch tied to his belt loop, thumping against his thigh with soft clicks as the pearls inside moved with the notions. He sucked in a deep breath to steel his nerves, fingers reaching to curl around the pouch. I hope this is enough. He thought brows furrowed. If notโYuhwa wasnโt too keen on initiating Plan B. Pleaseโplease be enough. If it was, the pinkette sure hoped itโd last the three for a month, maybe more.
They were certainly running on fumes. The battle that hadnโt transpired more than a few days ago left them raw, stripped of their resources with little remorse. To put it simply? They were broke. Incredibly so. Although Yuhwa wasnโt so sure he should be trusted with the money, it wasnโt like he told them where he was going. Letโs hope I make it back before they realize Iโm gone. He wasnโt too thrilled about being alone in some strange city that traveled up his arms creating gooseflesh until it became painful by the minute. Okay! You can do this, Yuhwa! If not, thenโHe wasnโt sure, but heโd figure out something!
Yuhwa untucked his hands, wringing them with a nervous chitter, shuffling forward, baby blue hues watching the stands filled with various fruits and objects of high and low prices. The loud voices of people trying to sell whatever it is, overlap one another until it became a god-awful symphony that rattled his eardrums. He whimpered, wincing at the harsh noises attacking him from all sides, chest constricting as the heavy note of panic settled in, feeling trapped within his own body.
The pinkette hadnโt been aware until he slammed into someoneโs chest, body stumbling with a huff of surprise, pupils were blown wide. Oh, shit. He hadnโt realized he was that far into his head untilโNot good. Not good, at all.
His optics flickered up, squinting at the taller male through the eye sockets of his mask, frame stiffening at the murderous glare. โS, Sorry!โ He squeaked. Way to go Yuhwa. He thought darkly, wincing inwardly at the nervous shutter. โI didnโt โฆ I wasnโt paying attention to where I was going! Silly me.โ He laughed, rubbing his nap with a sheepish expression.
โ...โ The stranger stared down, lips trembling until they pulled back into a sneer. โSorry? Thatโs all you fuckinโ got freak?โ Oh. โYou fuckinโ bumped into me! Sorry?!โ He barked out a laugh, grinning ferally, reaching out to grasp the front of Yuhwaโs shirt, tugging the petite male closer. The proximity sent Yuhwa tensing, chest constricting with gasps slipping past parted lips, pupils blown wide in terror. Oh, no. No, no, noโOh god. I donโt! What do I do? I canโtโHe thought frantically.
โIโโ Get it together! โIโm s, sorry! I wasnโt paying attention!โ His mouth parted, spewing out rambled apologies, frame shaking at the rough grip, sending his battered frame wincing. Ow. Still tender, huh? His brows furrowed in distaste. He couldnโt afford to be hurt! He still had to take care of Keane and MasonโThey needed someone! He swallowed down the whimper.
The stranger snarled, slamming the male with an audible thump, crashing into the ground with an oof. He hadnโt realized the twine that kept the bag shut untied, revealing the pearly white objects within. โOh? Look it here.โ The man crouched down, grinning manically at the sight of thirty-some pearls. โSince you have such a nice body, how about we make a deal, mhm? We pretend this never happened and you give me those pearls.
Maybe a night as a bed warmer, too.โ
Yuhwa blinked, lips parted at the statement, brows furrowed. WhatโWhat the hell? His heart thudded against his sternum, optics widening.
Everything was uprooted the second the pod let their guard down. The once six-member strong pod dwindled to three, far too broken. To hurt. He winced, curling into himself further, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, shivering at the sharp stabs of pain it brought. He relished in the painโa distraction. He knew Keane would reprimand him for destroying the sensitive flesh, telling him it could get infected, but it was the rough affection Yuhwa adored. He cared. That was new.
Yuhwa had forgotten what it was like to be looked after. To feel safe. After hisโThe pinkette shook his helm, banishing those thoughts to the depths of his mind, hoping to never unlock them. He couldnโt wind back time, could he? Even if he wanted too, it was impossible. The desire to change his past was so strong it shook him to his very core, rattling his bones until he crumbled, shaking as sobs wracked through his petite frame. Oh, how he was a weak weak man.
The merman shuffled past various stalls that lined the streets of a small city they stumbled upon, minds far too preoccupied to realize where they were. Not that it mattered. Was living worth the suffering? The trauma? Yuhwa didnโt know. He hated it. He didnโt want the bone-chilling suffering that seemed never-ending. How much more could he take? The male frowned, glancing down at his shoes with a teary-eyed grin, hidden beneath his mask that provided Yuhwa some buffer against the onlookers who watched the traveler with narrowed optics.
He sighed, shaking his helm. He shouldnโt be getting lost in thought, especially when he wasnโt familiar with the area.
His baby blue optics shifted to stare at the small pouch tied to his belt loop, thumping against his thigh with soft clicks as the pearls inside moved with the notions. He sucked in a deep breath to steel his nerves, fingers reaching to curl around the pouch. I hope this is enough. He thought brows furrowed. If notโYuhwa wasnโt too keen on initiating Plan B. Pleaseโplease be enough. If it was, the pinkette sure hoped itโd last the three for a month, maybe more.
They were certainly running on fumes. The battle that hadnโt transpired more than a few days ago left them raw, stripped of their resources with little remorse. To put it simply? They were broke. Incredibly so. Although Yuhwa wasnโt so sure he should be trusted with the money, it wasnโt like he told them where he was going. Letโs hope I make it back before they realize Iโm gone. He wasnโt too thrilled about being alone in some strange city that traveled up his arms creating gooseflesh until it became painful by the minute. Okay! You can do this, Yuhwa! If not, thenโHe wasnโt sure, but heโd figure out something!
Yuhwa untucked his hands, wringing them with a nervous chitter, shuffling forward, baby blue hues watching the stands filled with various fruits and objects of high and low prices. The loud voices of people trying to sell whatever it is, overlap one another until it became a god-awful symphony that rattled his eardrums. He whimpered, wincing at the harsh noises attacking him from all sides, chest constricting as the heavy note of panic settled in, feeling trapped within his own body.
The pinkette hadnโt been aware until he slammed into someoneโs chest, body stumbling with a huff of surprise, pupils were blown wide. Oh, shit. He hadnโt realized he was that far into his head untilโNot good. Not good, at all.
His optics flickered up, squinting at the taller male through the eye sockets of his mask, frame stiffening at the murderous glare. โS, Sorry!โ He squeaked. Way to go Yuhwa. He thought darkly, wincing inwardly at the nervous shutter. โI didnโt โฆ I wasnโt paying attention to where I was going! Silly me.โ He laughed, rubbing his nap with a sheepish expression.
โ...โ The stranger stared down, lips trembling until they pulled back into a sneer. โSorry? Thatโs all you fuckinโ got freak?โ Oh. โYou fuckinโ bumped into me! Sorry?!โ He barked out a laugh, grinning ferally, reaching out to grasp the front of Yuhwaโs shirt, tugging the petite male closer. The proximity sent Yuhwa tensing, chest constricting with gasps slipping past parted lips, pupils blown wide in terror. Oh, no. No, no, noโOh god. I donโt! What do I do? I canโtโHe thought frantically.
โIโโ Get it together! โIโm s, sorry! I wasnโt paying attention!โ His mouth parted, spewing out rambled apologies, frame shaking at the rough grip, sending his battered frame wincing. Ow. Still tender, huh? His brows furrowed in distaste. He couldnโt afford to be hurt! He still had to take care of Keane and MasonโThey needed someone! He swallowed down the whimper.
The stranger snarled, slamming the male with an audible thump, crashing into the ground with an oof. He hadnโt realized the twine that kept the bag shut untied, revealing the pearly white objects within. โOh? Look it here.โ The man crouched down, grinning manically at the sight of thirty-some pearls. โSince you have such a nice body, how about we make a deal, mhm? We pretend this never happened and you give me those pearls.
Maybe a night as a bed warmer, too.โ
Yuhwa blinked, lips parted at the statement, brows furrowed. WhatโWhat the hell? His heart thudded against his sternum, optics widening.
thoughts speech
i forgot what it's like to be loved.
you're a little tragedy, aren't you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
mason vangelis
azure shimizu.
alias
raijin mizushima, bai qinghai ( bai he )
nicknames
azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku, little monster, blue-eyes, sushi
title
thunder beast, great white, monster, blue devil, chief azu, the jinx
age
twenty-two
pronouns
he / him
species
great white ( arctic merman )
position
mercenary
abilities
shapeshifting, blue-fire, blue lightning
this world can hurt you it cuts you deep and leaves a scar things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart and nothing breaks like a heart i heard you on the phone last night we live and die by pretty lies you know it, oh, we both know it these silver bullet cigarettes this burning house, there's nothing left it's smoking, we both know it we got all night to fall in love but just like that we fall apart we're broken, we're broken
oh? sweetheart, you can't break
THE RAVEN-HAIRED MALE GRUMBLED, HANDS STUFFED DEEP WITHIN THE pockets of his trench coat, gaze lacking its usual cheeky luster, now a dull, ashen grey that made his ivory skin look sick with decay. His body trembled, reminding the male that he desperately needed rest, but he knew damn well he wouldnโt be able to. His brain was too occupied with reliving the events that transpired recently. Fucking hell. He needed a drink. Damnit. He wasnโt in the mood to deal with his whirlwind of emotions. Not nowโprobably never if Mason was being honest. He had no intentions of opening the floodgates. He was fucking fine. Maybe broken, but heโs handled worse shit. Suck it up. His mother constantly reminded him, repeating it like a mantra. Hell! He handled the shit show that was Chi. So why?
He groaned, reaching up to drag a hand through raven-hued locks, shaking them roughly. His nostrils flared with a bone-tired sigh slipping past chapped lips. Fuck. His azure-tinted hues darkened to pools of midnight, blending in with his ashen appearance. Damn, did he look like a walking corpse, although Keane looked the worst having taken the brunt of the attacks which Mason was damn well pissed about, but what could he do? Heโd be a fucking hypocrite, but that didnโt mean he didnโt scold the shit out of the blond for risking his life, ending up in a bloodletting fight until Yuhwa stepped in.
Mason stepped into the semi-spacious room with tables flowing with people and an empty bar off to the back. He grumbled, muscles tensing at the number of people, but it seemed his need for alcohol outweighed his terror of physical touch. His hands whisked the obsidian-hued trench coat around his frame, hiding his battered clothing, unbothered to change into something else. Not that they had any. His nose quirked, making a mental note to go shopping for supplies when they didnโt feel like death warmed over.
The Great White shuffled forward, ignoring the curious chatter as they watched him from afar, tossing around ideas that are a far outcry from the truth. His cracked, ivory-hued lips quirked, midnight optics narrowing. Nosy, assholes, arenโt you? He thought darkly, fingers twitching within the pockets of his trench coat. He sighed through his nose, shaking his helm. Drink first. He reminded himself, sitting at the bar with a soft thump.
โWhat can I get for ya?โ A bartender came rounding the corner cleaning a large mug, hip cocked with a raised eyebrow. Mason glanced up, blinking several times until he registered what they were asking, lips parted in an โoโ shape. โDo you have Spirytus vodka?โ He asked, head cocked. The bartender hummed, heading off to fetch what heโd requested, sliding the glass towards him. The raven-haired male watched the drink slosh over the rim, spilling onto his hands but otherwise careless while he tipped it back, welcoming the burning sensation with a sigh.
He didnโt realize the bartender had refilled his glass with a knowing glance, watching the brute gulp it down without flinching. โRough day?โ They questioned. Mason hummed, flashing them a weak-willed grin. โYou have no idea.โ He remarked sourly.
Who knew drinking alone would be a bitch? He tossed back his fifth, not even the least bit tipsy as he fell deeper into his head. Damnit. He really didnโt want to deal with the shit storm that was his emotions, especially when he wasnโt anywhere he was familiar with.
His knuckles bled white, fingers curling into the callouses of his palm, creating crescent-shaped marks against the ashen-grey skin. Probably look like a damn ghost. He thought, midnight optics bleeding azure the longer he stared at his hand, breathing coming in short, noticeable gasps. Fuck. He did not want to have a damn breakdown in the middle of a bar.
Get your shit together, Mason. He cursed, teeth gnawing on the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the sharp stings as his canines dug into the open wounds, welcoming the coppery tang that breezed past his taste buds.
He hadnโt realized someone was beside him until their hand rested soothingly on his back, unaware heโd already fallen deeper into his mind. His pupils dilated, slamming himself away from the woman with a sneer. โGet the fuck away from me!โ He snapped. His frame tensed, teeth bared in a low guttural growl that rumbled deep within his chest, rattling his frame. He knew he shouldnโt have lashed out like that, but physical touch never went well when he wasnโt expecting it.
He felt cornered. Shit. His battered frame tucked into himself more, staring at the wide-eyed woman with a hiss. His chest heaved with each scant breath that wheezed past his lips. He neededโDamnit.
Despite the soothing touch, the girl offered, hoping to help only made things worse. It burned. His pupils were blown wide, fingernails digging into the clothing of his forearm as he tried not to fall under. His stomach churned, bubbling with the need to throw up whatever heโd eaten, which โฆ wasnโt much. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring unaware of the smoke that wafted off of his frame, staining the air with the stench of burning flesh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He clenched his fists, teeth-gritting with a snarl. Get it togetherโHe could feel the bubbling whine that threatened to escape up his throat, but damnit. Mason made damn sure to swallow down the notion. His body trembling, feeling trapped within his own frame. He could feel the woman amble forward, hand outstretched with a worried gaze despite being yelled at. He sneered, azure-tinted hues bleeding midnight at the familiar sensation of feeling cornered took over, feeling cold as icy tendrils wrapped themselves around his pounding heart and squeezing. His vision blurring, seeing nothing but the abyss, ears ringing loudly as he stumbled off his seat, hand outstretched with a loud-animalistic snarl, canines bared. Fucking hell. โDonโt fuckinโ touch me!โ
Of course, two strangers came standing behind the woman, both with equally hardened expressions, lips peeled back with sneers. โShouldnโt be talkinโ like that when someone tryinโ to help ya.โ
โFuck off.โ He said through clenched teeth, trying hard not to combust in bright blue flames. He could feel the tendrils of heat dance along his skin. Blood roared in his ears as he fought to control the sudden grips of terror and disgust that spilled from the seams, trapping him in a vicious cycle.
He didnโt even know what triggered it, but the sudden touch of some stranger didnโt fucking help. It made shit worse and he didnโt have it in him to feel sorry for lashing out. Not right now. Right now he was trying not to burn down the tavern and make a mess because it was just his luck.
Mason prided himself in his self-control with his abilities, but right now? Fucking hell was he close to combusting in a billowing haze of blinding blue. He needed to get away, but his legs didnโt seem to want to move, feeling like lead as he sat, clutching at his forearms with an iron grip, his pupils were blown wide with constricted breathing that borderline hyperventilating.
He felt fire burst from his forearm, burning away his sleeve without realizing it, gaze widening in surprise. Shit. He pressed his forearm tight against his front, biting down on his bottom lip with a vengeance, cursing at himself for losing control. Damnit, Mason!
He hadnโt realized the wooden bar had caught fire. His head snapped up, mouth parting in surprise at the resigning screams that were sure to haunt his damn mind. Watching as people slipped out of the tavern as the wood groaned, crackling beneath the explosive blue flames without mercy. โDamnitโI, I didnโt โฆ fuck Iโm sorryโโ He fumbled, cursing as he stumbled to his feet. No wonder they died. You canโt even fucking save yourself. He scolded himself, watching the flames with narrowed optics.
He groaned, reaching up to drag a hand through raven-hued locks, shaking them roughly. His nostrils flared with a bone-tired sigh slipping past chapped lips. Fuck. His azure-tinted hues darkened to pools of midnight, blending in with his ashen appearance. Damn, did he look like a walking corpse, although Keane looked the worst having taken the brunt of the attacks which Mason was damn well pissed about, but what could he do? Heโd be a fucking hypocrite, but that didnโt mean he didnโt scold the shit out of the blond for risking his life, ending up in a bloodletting fight until Yuhwa stepped in.
Mason stepped into the semi-spacious room with tables flowing with people and an empty bar off to the back. He grumbled, muscles tensing at the number of people, but it seemed his need for alcohol outweighed his terror of physical touch. His hands whisked the obsidian-hued trench coat around his frame, hiding his battered clothing, unbothered to change into something else. Not that they had any. His nose quirked, making a mental note to go shopping for supplies when they didnโt feel like death warmed over.
The Great White shuffled forward, ignoring the curious chatter as they watched him from afar, tossing around ideas that are a far outcry from the truth. His cracked, ivory-hued lips quirked, midnight optics narrowing. Nosy, assholes, arenโt you? He thought darkly, fingers twitching within the pockets of his trench coat. He sighed through his nose, shaking his helm. Drink first. He reminded himself, sitting at the bar with a soft thump.
โWhat can I get for ya?โ A bartender came rounding the corner cleaning a large mug, hip cocked with a raised eyebrow. Mason glanced up, blinking several times until he registered what they were asking, lips parted in an โoโ shape. โDo you have Spirytus vodka?โ He asked, head cocked. The bartender hummed, heading off to fetch what heโd requested, sliding the glass towards him. The raven-haired male watched the drink slosh over the rim, spilling onto his hands but otherwise careless while he tipped it back, welcoming the burning sensation with a sigh.
He didnโt realize the bartender had refilled his glass with a knowing glance, watching the brute gulp it down without flinching. โRough day?โ They questioned. Mason hummed, flashing them a weak-willed grin. โYou have no idea.โ He remarked sourly.
Who knew drinking alone would be a bitch? He tossed back his fifth, not even the least bit tipsy as he fell deeper into his head. Damnit. He really didnโt want to deal with the shit storm that was his emotions, especially when he wasnโt anywhere he was familiar with.
His knuckles bled white, fingers curling into the callouses of his palm, creating crescent-shaped marks against the ashen-grey skin. Probably look like a damn ghost. He thought, midnight optics bleeding azure the longer he stared at his hand, breathing coming in short, noticeable gasps. Fuck. He did not want to have a damn breakdown in the middle of a bar.
Get your shit together, Mason. He cursed, teeth gnawing on the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip, ignoring the sharp stings as his canines dug into the open wounds, welcoming the coppery tang that breezed past his taste buds.
He hadnโt realized someone was beside him until their hand rested soothingly on his back, unaware heโd already fallen deeper into his mind. His pupils dilated, slamming himself away from the woman with a sneer. โGet the fuck away from me!โ He snapped. His frame tensed, teeth bared in a low guttural growl that rumbled deep within his chest, rattling his frame. He knew he shouldnโt have lashed out like that, but physical touch never went well when he wasnโt expecting it.
He felt cornered. Shit. His battered frame tucked into himself more, staring at the wide-eyed woman with a hiss. His chest heaved with each scant breath that wheezed past his lips. He neededโDamnit.
Despite the soothing touch, the girl offered, hoping to help only made things worse. It burned. His pupils were blown wide, fingernails digging into the clothing of his forearm as he tried not to fall under. His stomach churned, bubbling with the need to throw up whatever heโd eaten, which โฆ wasnโt much. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring unaware of the smoke that wafted off of his frame, staining the air with the stench of burning flesh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He clenched his fists, teeth-gritting with a snarl. Get it togetherโHe could feel the bubbling whine that threatened to escape up his throat, but damnit. Mason made damn sure to swallow down the notion. His body trembling, feeling trapped within his own frame. He could feel the woman amble forward, hand outstretched with a worried gaze despite being yelled at. He sneered, azure-tinted hues bleeding midnight at the familiar sensation of feeling cornered took over, feeling cold as icy tendrils wrapped themselves around his pounding heart and squeezing. His vision blurring, seeing nothing but the abyss, ears ringing loudly as he stumbled off his seat, hand outstretched with a loud-animalistic snarl, canines bared. Fucking hell. โDonโt fuckinโ touch me!โ
Of course, two strangers came standing behind the woman, both with equally hardened expressions, lips peeled back with sneers. โShouldnโt be talkinโ like that when someone tryinโ to help ya.โ
โFuck off.โ He said through clenched teeth, trying hard not to combust in bright blue flames. He could feel the tendrils of heat dance along his skin. Blood roared in his ears as he fought to control the sudden grips of terror and disgust that spilled from the seams, trapping him in a vicious cycle.
He didnโt even know what triggered it, but the sudden touch of some stranger didnโt fucking help. It made shit worse and he didnโt have it in him to feel sorry for lashing out. Not right now. Right now he was trying not to burn down the tavern and make a mess because it was just his luck.
Mason prided himself in his self-control with his abilities, but right now? Fucking hell was he close to combusting in a billowing haze of blinding blue. He needed to get away, but his legs didnโt seem to want to move, feeling like lead as he sat, clutching at his forearms with an iron grip, his pupils were blown wide with constricted breathing that borderline hyperventilating.
He felt fire burst from his forearm, burning away his sleeve without realizing it, gaze widening in surprise. Shit. He pressed his forearm tight against his front, biting down on his bottom lip with a vengeance, cursing at himself for losing control. Damnit, Mason!
He hadnโt realized the wooden bar had caught fire. His head snapped up, mouth parting in surprise at the resigning screams that were sure to haunt his damn mind. Watching as people slipped out of the tavern as the wood groaned, crackling beneath the explosive blue flames without mercy. โDamnitโI, I didnโt โฆ fuck Iโm sorryโโ He fumbled, cursing as he stumbled to his feet. No wonder they died. You canโt even fucking save yourself. He scolded himself, watching the flames with narrowed optics.
thoughts speech
what's already broken.
you save everyone, but who saves you?
โกcoded by uxieโก
keane valiente
kazuya hayashi.
nicknames
ryker, strife, kea, val, ken, keeny, kee, spark plug, pop rocks, firecracker, rubes, fiesty kitten
title
striker, kian, the dancing tiger, hero of the ages, explosive charge, flaming devil, weapon's historian
age
twenty-five
pronouns
he / him
species
tiger shark ( deep sea merman )
position
barbarian
abilities
shapeshifting, explosions, beast
everybody waiting for the fall of man everybody praying for the end of times everybody hoping they could be the one i was born to run, i was born for this whip, whip run me like a racehorse pull me like a ripcord break me down and build me up i wanna be the slip, slip word upon your lip, lip letter that you rip, rip break me down and build me up whatever it takes 'cause i love the adrenaline in my veins i do whatever it takes 'cause i love how it feels when i break the chains whatever it takes
anything you can do
THE CRIMSON-EYED MALE STUMBLED OUT OF BED WITH A CHOKED WHEEZE, lips pressed together forming a thin line, nostrils flaring with each ragged breath that tore through, burning. Fucking damnit. Crimson gaze swept across the one-bed hotel room they managed to afford for the next week, taking note that he was the only one present striking fear deep within his heart. Of course, Keane refused to admit that. He was fucking fine. Heโd been fine. So what if he could barely feel his hands? It wasnโt like he was on his deathbed. That was Masonโs spot. The fucker looked like a damn ghost and still refused the bed, claiming he was more injured and needed to rest more. A scoff tore past his lips, nose scrunching up in distaste. โWhere the fuck did everyone go?โ He muttered, ignoring the fear laced in his voice as he stumbled around.
Theyโre alive. They arenโt dead. He repeated like a mantra, fingers curling into the palm of his hand, already smelling the noticeable scent of ozone and caramel as sweat accumulated around his palms. His crimson optics flickered rapidly, breath catching in his throat with each passing second. โFuckers better not have left me or Iโll fucking kill them.โ He grumbled.
He caught sight of an off-white note laying on the table, close to falling from his mad dash of ripping the room apart. His body groaned as he leaped, snatching the note with a tight fist, snarling as he read it like a hungry animal, only relaxing at the โweโll be back kit-katโ written in Masonโs handwriting. He sighed, forehead thumping against the wooden table with a choked laugh, grinning manically into his palm that was pressed tight against his chapped lips. Fuck. He wasnโt sure whether he should be concerned with the fact he almost broke down when he didnโt see them or the absolute relief from knowing they werenโt dead.
โWhy the fuck are they even out?โ He muttered brows furrowed. They didnโt have money, most of it being used for the hotel room. He scoffed. Not that it mattered. Heโd just go out and drag their asses back kickinโ and screamin'. Not his fault they were being dumbasses and went off on their own when they all needed rest. Damnit, Mason. You and are goddamn lack of self-preservation. Donโt even get him started on Yuhwaโs lack of will to live. Shit. None of them did! Fuckinโ great. Wonder which one of us is gonna kick the bucket after the shitshow we just faced. He wasnโt too keen on knowing that answer. The blond knew well enough itโd absolutely destroy him. Not that heโd admit that out loud.
Tsk. He ambled to his feet, biting back a groan, hand automatically reaching to press against his bandaged midsection, noting the blooming crimson that stained the pristine white bandages that contrasted against his honey-hued skin.
The blond went about grabbing his clothes that were neatly folded against the foot of the bed, fingers grazing the rough fabric with narrowed optics. He noticed some holes had been stitched. Yuhwa. His mind supplied, lips curled in a rare smile at the thought of the pink-haired idiot.
With a grunt, Keane got to work easing into his clothing which was pretty easy with the lack of actual clothing. His obsidian black shirt barely grazed his pectorals, reaching about halfway leaving most of his midsection and lower hips exposed to the air. Not something Keane normally chose, but his battered body appreciated the lack of clothing rubbing against bruised and bloodied skin. He then attached his obsidian-hued and ivory-white cuffs that reach just below his elbow, concealing his sweaty palms. He then slipped on a pair of obsidian black pants that hung low on his hips if it wasnโt for the gold jewelry that lined the divots with a half-white, half-black skit attached at the hip with slits in the side that hung loosely around his ankles.
Keane grumbled, wrapping a white cloth around his head loosely, pooling around his shoulders to conceal his noticeable blond hair. His fingers reached to tug the top of the fabric down, covering half of his face while he picked up the bottom to press against his nose. He hated the damn thing, but what else could he do? He had no intentions of exposing himself when he had a whole ass herd of people after his ass. So what, if he killed a few people? It wasnโt the end of the world.
He shook his head, reaching to grab the last of the money, noting a few bills had been taken. Mason. He huffed, shaking his helm. Dumbass is probably drinking. Not that he blamed the raven. He sure as hell needed a drink, but first he needed to make sure Yuhwa wasnโt getting his ass handed to him and then check on Mason before buying whatever else they needed. Clothes. Food. Water. His brow quirked. We still have enough food to last us a week. He grumbled. Canโt believe Iโm cookinโ for those fuckers. He didnโt mind it. He enjoyed taking care of them, even if Keane said otherwise. Aggressively affectionate as Yuhwa put it. Asshole. He thought with a fond expression.
With a pained wheeze, he ambled out of their hotel room, taking refuge in the shadows of the street, crimson hues narrowing as they scanned each individual that walked by, shoulders tenser than a coiled spring.
He ignored the way his body whimpered, fingers curling into the cloth of his glove, no doubt creating indents in the calloused skin, threatening to break. He ignored the way passersby glanced over at him with suspicion, others worried for the blond, but he paid no mind. He wasnโt in the mood to deal with assholes who couldnโt help but stick their noses into peopleโs business.
Keane moved with practiced steps, keeping close to the wall as he bounced from spot to spot in search of his pod mates while keeping an eye out for anything worth buying. Better not take me the entire damn day. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He doubted heโd last much longer in his condition, but he sure as hell would push forward until the broke, even then heโd still push himself.
He didnโt want to think. He had no reason to remember what happened that got them so messed up. Heโd rather die than deal with that fucked up mess of a shitshow. Damnit. He didnโt even want to believe it, but he had to face the truth someday.
Everyone was dead, and it was all his damn fault.
Theyโre alive. They arenโt dead. He repeated like a mantra, fingers curling into the palm of his hand, already smelling the noticeable scent of ozone and caramel as sweat accumulated around his palms. His crimson optics flickered rapidly, breath catching in his throat with each passing second. โFuckers better not have left me or Iโll fucking kill them.โ He grumbled.
He caught sight of an off-white note laying on the table, close to falling from his mad dash of ripping the room apart. His body groaned as he leaped, snatching the note with a tight fist, snarling as he read it like a hungry animal, only relaxing at the โweโll be back kit-katโ written in Masonโs handwriting. He sighed, forehead thumping against the wooden table with a choked laugh, grinning manically into his palm that was pressed tight against his chapped lips. Fuck. He wasnโt sure whether he should be concerned with the fact he almost broke down when he didnโt see them or the absolute relief from knowing they werenโt dead.
โWhy the fuck are they even out?โ He muttered brows furrowed. They didnโt have money, most of it being used for the hotel room. He scoffed. Not that it mattered. Heโd just go out and drag their asses back kickinโ and screamin'. Not his fault they were being dumbasses and went off on their own when they all needed rest. Damnit, Mason. You and are goddamn lack of self-preservation. Donโt even get him started on Yuhwaโs lack of will to live. Shit. None of them did! Fuckinโ great. Wonder which one of us is gonna kick the bucket after the shitshow we just faced. He wasnโt too keen on knowing that answer. The blond knew well enough itโd absolutely destroy him. Not that heโd admit that out loud.
Tsk. He ambled to his feet, biting back a groan, hand automatically reaching to press against his bandaged midsection, noting the blooming crimson that stained the pristine white bandages that contrasted against his honey-hued skin.
The blond went about grabbing his clothes that were neatly folded against the foot of the bed, fingers grazing the rough fabric with narrowed optics. He noticed some holes had been stitched. Yuhwa. His mind supplied, lips curled in a rare smile at the thought of the pink-haired idiot.
With a grunt, Keane got to work easing into his clothing which was pretty easy with the lack of actual clothing. His obsidian black shirt barely grazed his pectorals, reaching about halfway leaving most of his midsection and lower hips exposed to the air. Not something Keane normally chose, but his battered body appreciated the lack of clothing rubbing against bruised and bloodied skin. He then attached his obsidian-hued and ivory-white cuffs that reach just below his elbow, concealing his sweaty palms. He then slipped on a pair of obsidian black pants that hung low on his hips if it wasnโt for the gold jewelry that lined the divots with a half-white, half-black skit attached at the hip with slits in the side that hung loosely around his ankles.
Keane grumbled, wrapping a white cloth around his head loosely, pooling around his shoulders to conceal his noticeable blond hair. His fingers reached to tug the top of the fabric down, covering half of his face while he picked up the bottom to press against his nose. He hated the damn thing, but what else could he do? He had no intentions of exposing himself when he had a whole ass herd of people after his ass. So what, if he killed a few people? It wasnโt the end of the world.
He shook his head, reaching to grab the last of the money, noting a few bills had been taken. Mason. He huffed, shaking his helm. Dumbass is probably drinking. Not that he blamed the raven. He sure as hell needed a drink, but first he needed to make sure Yuhwa wasnโt getting his ass handed to him and then check on Mason before buying whatever else they needed. Clothes. Food. Water. His brow quirked. We still have enough food to last us a week. He grumbled. Canโt believe Iโm cookinโ for those fuckers. He didnโt mind it. He enjoyed taking care of them, even if Keane said otherwise. Aggressively affectionate as Yuhwa put it. Asshole. He thought with a fond expression.
With a pained wheeze, he ambled out of their hotel room, taking refuge in the shadows of the street, crimson hues narrowing as they scanned each individual that walked by, shoulders tenser than a coiled spring.
He ignored the way his body whimpered, fingers curling into the cloth of his glove, no doubt creating indents in the calloused skin, threatening to break. He ignored the way passersby glanced over at him with suspicion, others worried for the blond, but he paid no mind. He wasnโt in the mood to deal with assholes who couldnโt help but stick their noses into peopleโs business.
Keane moved with practiced steps, keeping close to the wall as he bounced from spot to spot in search of his pod mates while keeping an eye out for anything worth buying. Better not take me the entire damn day. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He doubted heโd last much longer in his condition, but he sure as hell would push forward until the broke, even then heโd still push himself.
He didnโt want to think. He had no reason to remember what happened that got them so messed up. Heโd rather die than deal with that fucked up mess of a shitshow. Damnit. He didnโt even want to believe it, but he had to face the truth someday.
Everyone was dead, and it was all his damn fault.
thoughts speech
i can do bleeding
i've had to fight for everything
โกcoded by uxieโก
blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng.
I'VE BEEN ALONE FOR SO LONG
I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE LOVED โโโโโ
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THE RED FOX WHINED SOFTLY, BURROWING DEEPER INTO THE DELICIOUS HEAT that radiated off of his partner who lay, curled around the smaller individual with a soothing rumble. His owlish hues blinked sluggishly, head craning to stare at the canopy of trees, humming happily despite the eerie aura it emitted. It felt nice. So unlike everything else. The feeling of being overwhelmed, not knowing what to expect. It hurt. His heart was raw and bleeding for the world to see, never to heal from the trauma of past years.
He felt a gentle nudge against the side of his maw, blinking back to the present with a curious trill, head cocked to stare at the vantablack-hued wolf with vibrant azure-tinted optics. His ear flick in a silent โwhatโ expression causing the brute to huff, brow raised with a knowing look causing the fox to whine, ducking his head into the wolfโs chest, tail curling tighter around his tiny frame.
The wolf let out a humorless chuckle, nudging the fox with a guttural growl, urging the other up, reminding him they needed to leave if they wanted to make it to Hogsmeade in time. The fox whined in protest, thumping his tail against the otherโs thicker flank, muzzle scrunching up, shaking his helm. Yuhwa wanted to go, but he enjoyed being wrapped up in the otherโs embrace. It was home. The one thing that hadnโt been taken away from him. The safety of the other oozed was addictive and Yuhwa relished in the feeling, but he knew they had to leave. After all, it was their last year before they were let loose out into the real world. His ears flattened against the flesh of his helm, gaze downcast at the thought of leaving the very school that held so many memories. Both good and bad.
Mason rumbled, nudging the other as Yuhwa watched the vantablack-hued wolf clamber to his feet, shaking with a yawn. He snickered, grinning at the larger canine, ears flickering as he let out a happy chirp, wiggling his frame to pounce on the other. A wolfish giggle escaped his maw at the offended look Mason expressed, nose scrunched up playfully, nipping at the wolfโs heels with a shriek, dancing away from the brute.
It was all fun and games until he realized Mason was a lot bigger than he was, having been scooped up by the scruff, dangling uselessly in the wolfโs maw with an annoyed yip, tail flickering in annoyance. Didnโt think that through, did I? He thought with a whine, frame slumped in defeat. Iโll get you when you least expect it! Just wait!
Yuhwa was dropped with a squawk, shooting a half-heated glare at the other who snickered, shifting in tandem with Yuhwa, clothes still wrapped around their frames. He wore an ombre-styled crop top that bled obsidian along the turtleneck-like collar that hid the distinctive scar along his neck that spanned across his pulse point from prying optics. Of course, it left a variety of other scars exposed to the frigid air, leaving gooseflesh along the exposed milky white skin. The crop top rested just to the middle of his ribcage, the color fading to a steel grey, hugging his frame nicely, exposing the entirety of his arms which bowed, allowing a sliver of his collarbone exposed. A red โxโ started just below his pectorals, wrapping around the back in a circular motion, stopping just a hair before his crop top ended. The pants were of the same ombre style except it bled obsidian before fading upward to a dark grey paired with a black belt that wrapped snuggly around his slim waist, exposing a sliver of his prominent hipbones. Of course, he never went without his choker, which rested above the turtleneck-like collar, the red heart trimmed with gold resting in the diamond-shaped hole of his shirt that exposed the divot of his collarbone that would then tamper down into his sternum.
The long-haired male hummed, dusting off his pants, head cocked to stare up at the other through thick eyelashes, blinking owlishly. โDo we need to go back?โ He trilled, brows furrowed curiously until he patted his pockets, mouth parting in an โoโ realizing he didnโt have his bag of money. Oops. โI think I left my money back at the dorm.โ He pouted, gnawing the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. He really didnโt want to go all the way back.
Mason waved a hand, shooing the other off toward the great hall, knowing the other needed to change into something that didnโt resemble sleepwear. Yuhwa snickered, waving goodbye, already missing the heavy scent of driftwood and spices while toddling along to the great hall to wait for his fellow animagus.
The red fox animagus hummed, scurrying along until he slipped inside, bouncing on the ball of his feet as he ambled through the familiar hallways, worrying the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip while letting his mocha-hued optics wander, taking in the various students that muddled about. Hopefully, it doesnโt take him too long.
As the minutes ticked by, Yuhwa squeaked, bumping into someone wearing Slytherin robes. His nose throbbed, reaching to rub the tender spot with a frown, owlish hues flickering up to stare at whoever he bumped into, an apology on his tongue, pausing as Huang Sui stared him down, scowling. Oh. His heart thudded harshly against his sternum, gaze widening in fear. Oh. I need toโI shouldnโt be here. His mind rambled, scrambling back with a whimper, hands reaching to grasp his belt loops in a ditch effort to ground himself as the seventh year before him, snarling, towering over his 5โ8 frame.
โYou should watch where you're going, my dear. Iโd hate for you to bump into someone else.โ Sui rumbled, lips cocked into a playful smirk, gaze darkening. โIt would be a shame if someone punched that delightful face of yours, mhm?โ He continued, waving a hand, grinning at the obvious flinch. โNot going to say anything? You know how much I hate that.โ
Yuhwa wasnโt sure what the other was saying, far too deep within his mind to care. His chest tightened to an unimaginable degree, hand raising to grasp the cloth near his sternum, lips parted with a wheeze. โOh? Getting panicky, I see.โ Sui observed the other, hip cocked, watching in glee as the other fumbled, shaking his helm with a pitiful whimper. โIโve always hated how easily you get into these โฆ unnatural panics. Quite silly, donโt you think? I havenโt been that awful, no?โ He sighed, dragging a hand through his thick brown locks, sinister optics crinkling.
The animagus bit the inside of his cheek, staring at the other with quivering hues until he promptly turned, bolting down the hallway, arms wrapped tightly around his exposed midriff, willing the tears to stop cascading down his hallowed cheeks. No. No. No. No. His mind repeated like a broken record, frame shivering despite not being cold, more so from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Stupid! He just had to jinx himself, didnโt he? He had been avoiding Sui since the fourth year, usually with Mason or Keane ( A-Lan, too ), but now? Now he was alone and on the edge of dropping. Stupid, Yuhwa. You never learn, do you? Of course, he never learned. He was pathetic. Sui was only reminding him of that. Helping him.
His breathing was borderline hyperventilating, his shoulder slammed into a door, fingers quivered as he opened it to reveal a storage room. Not even bothering to check his surroundings, he stumbled inside, slamming it shut, and collapsing on his knees with a choked whine, mind falling deeper into the depths of his mind. His breath coming in quick gasps, curled into himself, unable to stop the tears from running down, leaving wet streaks as they pooled onto the floor.
thoughts speech
icarus
bastille
โกcoded by uxieโก
mason vangelis.
OH, SWEETHEART YOU CANโT BREAK
WHATโS ALREADY BROKEN โโโโโ
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THE RAVEN-HAIRED BRUTE WATCHED AS THE OTHER TODDLED OFF TO THEIR DESIGNATED meeting spot, huffing out a laugh. Idiot. He mused, his lips quirked into a lazy smile before heading off toward the Gryffindor common room, arms stretched behind his nap in an โxโ. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing a sliver of ivory-hued skin while he walked, arms shifting to stuff them into his pockets with a grunt, azure-tinted optics scanning the area, brows knitted in annoyance. Fucking hell. Heโd rather spend the rest of the day sleeping, but he knew how much Hogsmeade meant to the red fox, even if the other didnโt admit it. Damnit. He knew how meaningful it had been when Zhiqiang was still alive.
He groaned, reaching to press the palm of his hand against his eyes, ignoring the oncoming headache that pulsed against his temples. God damnit. He hoped the damn thing went away before they headed off otherwise heโd have to take whatever pain meds he sneaked from the hospital wing from the multiple times heโs been there with some injury. Injury-prone my ass. He wasnโt that bad. Sure, heโd get a few broken bones here and there, but it wasnโt like he was actively seeking it out. He sure as hell wouldnโt explain the other injuries thatโd leave him in bed for more than a few days. How the fuck was he supposed to explain how much of an asshole his ex-fiance was? Nope. He wasnโt going to deal with that mess. Best if he kept his damn mouth shut until the year ended.
Mason sighed, shaking his helm with a low-guttural growl that reverberated. Stop thinking about that, you damn fool. He huffed out a laugh, brow quirked as he stared through his fingers, letting his arm drop against his side, tucking them into his pocket.
He shuffled along until he reached the large door, above to enter until a shiver ran down the lengths of his spine, halting him, mid-step. What the fuck? His head swerved, catching sight of familiar crimson-hued hair causing his heart to drop to his stomach. Oh, fuck. Fingers curled into his calloused palm, sure to create crescent-shaped indents into the ivory skin. Where the fuck did she come from? He questioned, watching as she glided forward, grinning manically at the other, crimson hues glistening. โMason! My little monster! How have you been? Such a long time since weโve seen each other! I missed you!โ She shouted, jumping to wrap her arms around his midsection.
He sucked in a gasp, tensing at the sudden touch with wide, azure optics, biting back a flinch. His fingers dug deeper into his calloused palms, teeth grinding. โChi.โ He spoke stiffly, hating how his voice wavered. He was not weak. He could handle touch, couldnโt he? He wouldnโt puke, god damnit. Shit. He was going to puke. His stomach churned, throat burning as he subtly gaged, throat constricting with the sudden desire to run somewhere but here. โWhat do you want?โ He gritted out.
โOh? What makes you think I want something, little monster? Can I not greet my ex-fiance?โ She sneered, tightening her grip until her long, pointed nails dug into his flesh. Blood roared in his ears, heart pulsing in tandem with the strong pound of his temples. Get lost. He wanted to shout but held back the urge to shove her away. He wasnโt weak. He could handle her. He wasnโt a coward. He sure as hell wouldnโt give her the satisfaction she so suddenly craved. Fuck no.
โ...โ
Chi sighed, stepping back to twirl her hair, frowning at the lack of response, crimson gaze sharpening. โNot going to say anything? You never could while we were together. Always a shame. I loved listening to your screams. Such a wonderful time, it was!โ She grinned. The raven-haired male flinched, azure optics staring at the ground, shrinking under her gaze, body on autopilot. โSadly, I have to be somewhere, but we should meet sometime! Catch up for old-time sake! Victoria would love an update!โ Chi called over her shoulders. WhatโMasonโs brow furrowed. Was sheโ? Well, fuck.
He chokes out a breath of relief, his head downcast with an unreadable expression. Motherfucker. He let out a shuddering breath, hands resting above his kneecaps, letting out a gurgled wheeze. โDamnit.โ He hissed, teeth clenched in an iron grip. He hated when she sprung up out of nowhere, almost as if she were expecting him. Why couldnโt she leave him alone? They hadnโt been together since last year, but he knew well enough she enjoyed watching him crumble. He was nothing more than some boy toy she could manipulate at her will.
Mason willed himself to relax, chest constricting with the familiar burn where Chi had wrapped her arms around him. He hated how his body reacted to sudden touch. Hell! He hated himself, but that was for another day. He didnโt feel like dishing out his trauma. No fucking thank you.
He turned, staring at the painting with a blank expression, muttering the passcode, arms tucked tightly against his side. Not giving time for it to open all the way, he slipped through, heading up to the dorms to slip into something other than a t-shirt and sweatpants.
Making it to his bed, he grabbed his usual black attire. He snorted, lips quirking into a grin. He looked ready to go to a funeral. Oh well. It was comfortable, sue him. Having grabbed his outfit, his phone buzzed, drawing his attention to the screen, eyebrow raised. WhoโYuhwa. His mind stalled, staring at the message with a frown. โCould you bring A-Lanโs jacket?โ It read. Fuck. That was never good. What the hell happened? Mason scowled, dumping the phone on the bed, stripping out of his clothing, ignoring the way his skin tightened, drawing out an uncomfortable grunt from ivory lips.
He did his best to stare at anything but the scars that littered his frame like an abstract painting. His stomach churned at the variety of scars embedded within his ivory flesh, ignoring the distinguishable โmonsterโ carved just to the left of his sternum, where his heart resided.
Mason wore a black tight-fitted compression shirt that hugged his sinewy frame, paired with his black fitted dress pants that had two black belts wrapped around his left upper thigh and another black belt wrapped snuggly around his waist. He slipped on his two black straps, fastening them across his chest in an โxโ with his black trench coat that fluttered down to his ankles with his favorite pair of calf-high combat boots that tied at the front with six straps, fastened with silver tined buckles tucked into his pant legs.
The raven-haired male reached over to Yuhwaโs best, grabbing Zhiqiangโs jacket, tucking it underneath his armpit, and heading out into the hallway in search of his fellow animagus.
Wandering the halls, lips thinned, brows furrowed with concern. โYuhwa?โ He called, voice rumbling within his chest as he moved about. It hadnโt been more than a few minutes when Yuhwa slipped into view, hugging his midsection. Shit. โYuhwaโโ He let out a soothing rumble, reaching the quivering male, and plopping the jacket on his head. โHere.โ He watched the other slip it on. It wasnโt long, but it drowned Yuhwaโs frame, the length reaching mid-thigh.
โWant a hug?โ He quipped, stomach churning at the thought, but it was Yuhwa, and well โฆ he was expecting it this time around. It didnโt take much convincing, Yuhwa tucked into his side as they headed off towards Three Broomsticks. โLetโs get going.โ He rumbled out. โWe can get some snacks to take back. You out of hot chocolate yet?โ He carried on. โProbably find some chocolate-filled churros too.โ He grunted. Maybe some red velvet cake, too. Damn, did he love that stuff. Not as much as he loved vodka. That shit has helped him in more ways than one. He wasnโt about to cheat on it.
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die for you
val
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
yuhwa aeng.
I'VE BEEN ALONE FOR SO LONG
I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE LOVED โโโโโ
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THE LONG-HAIRED MALE HUMMED, GLANCING UP AT THE OTHER with furrowed brows, pink tongue poking out from between ivory-hued lips. He shook his helm, and turned to stare at the path ahead of them, relishing in the heat that radiated off of Mason with arms tucked around his midsection, hiding the section of exposed skin from the bitter cold.
It wasnโt long until mocha optics danced around the bustle of Hogsmeade. His lips curled into a soft grin, enjoying the familiar, bubbling sensation of happiness flooding through his veins. Oh, how he missed this. Yuhwaโs head cocked, catching sight of Mason watching him. He turned mocha meeting azure with a curious chirp in which the other rumbled, shaking his head. Huh. Wonder what thatโs about.
Yuhwa sighed, relaxing further into Masonโs side, trilling softly. I miss this. He loved it when they visited Hogsmeade, especially when they sneaked in hot chocolate and alcoholic beverages from the prying eyes of teachers and staff, giggling as they did so. His lips curled into a fond smile, mocha hues softening. โHot chocolate?โ He chirped, eyes bright. Mason laughed, bobbing his head. Yuhwa squeaked in excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he curled his arms around Masonโs waist, hugging the other to his smaller frame. โCan we get snacks, too? I ran out of them last week! I think Kavanโs been sneaking some, but I didnโt mind that much. As long as he stays away from my strawberry lollipops. Iโll dye his hair pink!โ The fox rambled, still wrapped around Mason. โI wonder what heโd look like with pink hair. Silly, probably. You think heโd let me test a strand?โ He continued, glancing up at Mason now and then. The wolf beside him grunted now and then, sometimes offering his own input as the two ambled about.
It wasnโt long before they stood outside of the cafe, taking a long whiff of the delicious smells that made his mouth water. Oh! I wonder if they have any new pastries. Maybe they have some longevity peach pastries. Oh! The ones with lotus paste! His stomach rumbled at the thought, grinning cheekily. โCome on! Letโs go! Letโs go! Timeโs wasting!โ He tugged Mason into the shop with a giggle, spinning around until he waddled over to the pastries as Mason stood in line.
He stood, crouching with a finger pressed against his lips, humming in thought. Which ones? He grumbled, lips twitching at his indecisiveness. Keane said thatโs going to be the death of me. He huffed. He wasnโt that bad! Sure! He started things and then heโd get distracted, starting new projects until someone reminded him of the old projects and then he couldnโt even decide which ones to finish. His cheeks jutted out. Iโm not that bad. The fox straightened, bobbing his head in determination as he skipped towards the taller male, latching onto his side with a purr.
By the time the two made it to the counter, Yuhwa was vibrating with energy, finally feeling like himself after his unsightly encounter with his ex. He grinned at the lady behind the counter, bouncing on the balls of his feet. โHi! Can we have three churros, one red velvet loaf, and a chocolate croissant?โ He trilled. โOh! Could we also get a large hot chocolate andโโ He glanced up at Mason, brows furrowed. โA small black coffee?โ His eyes flickered to the lady who nodded, writing their order without complaint.
The long-haired male hummed, watching as Mason paid for their order while putting it under his name before moving out of the way. โOh! I forgot you had my money.โ Yuhwa snickered. Hmm. I wonder if I have enough to get a few plants while Iโm here. He hadnโt realized Masonโs name was being called until he felt a gentle nudge towards an unoccupied table, hands wrapped around a large hot chocolate. Whoops. He snorted, thanking the other as he dove into his churros, sipping on his hot chocolate.
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icarus
bastille
โกcoded by uxieโก
mason vangelis.
OH, SWEETHEART YOU CANโT BREAK
WHATโS ALREADY BROKEN โโโโโ
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HE WATCHED THE OTHER WITH A FOND EXPRESSION, CHIN REST AGAINST HIS PALM as he nursed on his black coffee. At least he isnโt stuck in his head. The raven-haired male thought with a frown, heart-tugging at the sight he found Yuhwa in. Damnit. He shouldnโt have left the other to wander alone, but there wasnโt really a point in dwelling on the past. Or at least, trying. It seemed Mason had a habit of holding onto the past despite wanting nothing to do with the damn thing.
He grumbled, stretching his arms above his head after putting down his coffee, reaching to eat his red velvet loaf, humming at the familiar taste. Red velvet was his weakness, apparently. Not that he was complaining. He sure as hell couldnโt judge after seeing Yuhwa eat twenty churros in one sitting. Idiot. He huffed with a shake of his helm, enjoying the ideal chatter Yuhwa provided, humming every so often as he drowned out the surrounding noise.
Before coming, itโd sure as hell been chaotic, but now it wasnโt so bad. Peaceful, even. Better fucking knock on wood. Knowing their luck, things would go to shit the second they stepped out of the cafe. His gaze flickered, watching Yuhwa with furrowed brows knowing the male wanted to visit the plant shop and a few others. He worried his bottom lip, head cocked, lost in thought, frame tensing. Suppose it's best to split up for a few hours before meeting back up.
He ate the last bit of his loaf, savoring the taste with a rumble, unaware of Yuhwa watching the other with a soft grin. Mason sipped on his black coffee, fingers drumming against the fake wood until fingers gently poked the scarred ivory flesh. Blinking, Mason looked up. โHuh? Oh. Donโt give me that look pinkie.โ He snapped, hiding behind his coffee with a scowl. Asshole.
โYou know what you are? A little shit.โ He growled, ignoring Yuhwaโs laughter. โMother fucker.โ He huffed. Of course, Yuhwa knew he didnโt actually mean it, but it made a few people turn their heads, staring at the two students with varying expressions.
Mason glanced out the window, grumbling as he sipped on his black coffee. โYou wanna split up for a few hours? I have a few things I need to take care of. I know youโve been wanting to visit that plant shop, but letโs meet up at the Magic Neep. Keane wants some kiwis.โ He quipped.
The long-haired male bobbed his helm in agreement, eating the last of his chocolate croissant, and tossing away their trash while still nursing their drinks. โBe careful pipsqueak, alright? Text me if you get your ass in trouble.โ Mason spoke, ruffling Yuhwaโs hair with a rumbling laugh. โSee you in a few hours.โ He called, watching the other until he vanished around the corner leaving the other alone. He sighed, ruffling raven-hued strands as he headed off to look at broomsticks.
Now alone, Mason ambled about, ignoring the chill that raced up along his spine. Damn, it's cold. He should have worn something warmer, but he couldnโt give a damn. Not when he was getting dressed. He shook his helm, reaching to press his palm against his eyes, ignoring the way his chest constricted, coughing roughly into his palm. Fuck.
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val
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