&&. heavydirtysoul(s)

[ + candiidus​ ]

❝What?❞

She glared at the other upon noticing how color had been spilled on her painting, causing her to let out a tiny, frustrated huff before raising her head to face the culprit. Under normal circumstances Jiyoon would be her usual sarcastic self about this matter but painting had proven to be some sort of safe haven for her, something she could use as a means of escaping the fact that she’d been lacking in creativity lately whenever it came to the magic she had to perform on stage. Being an illusionist was hard, harder than most would dare to accept for it was an occupation that constantly changed and had to be improved on a regular basis. Yet that proved to be hard when you were facing some serious issues with your creativity, causing her to react so unlike her usual self.

❝Can’t you look what you’re doing? My drawing’s ruined because of you, idiot.❞

    it wasn’t intentional. he hadn’t woken up that morning with some sort of vendetta against her. he didn’t have some scheme to ruin her day or her drawing, honest. in fact, he had no intention of seeing her at all, whatsoever. it had all come to play in a series of accidents and coincidences, and frankly, he felt as if it was the universe itself after him today. he could have had a perfectly calm, perfectly normal (as normal as it got for necromancers, that is) day. instead, he found himself in this incredibly unpleasant situation.

    “i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.”

    he covered his distaste for the entire encounter with a smug smirk, but perhaps his smugness only amplified his distaste. regardless, he couldn’t find it in himself to care what she thought. “look, it’s not like i did that on purpose. it was a total accident, i wasn’t paying attention. can’t you just draw another one?”

( @candiidus​. )

    HE STARES WORDLESSLY, utterly without sound as gray eyes line the mess of a floor — was that even a broken glass? immediately, he scans the bar for a broom and dustpan to sweep up the hazardous mess, still not speaking a word as his mind scrolls through the possible causes of this catastrophe. then, he sees it, from the corner of his eye, raina slipping in through the door with the broom he’d been searching for.

    his face contorts with confusion — why was she at the bar? is she even old enough? but then he remembers that younger adults and teenagers spend time on the lower floor during the day, before the nightclub takes over.

    finally, his lips part to utter words.

    ❝ Raina … did you do this? ❞  

      she clung to the broom as if her life depended on it, as if she’d somehow toppled over a cliff and that very broom handle held tightly between her hands was what prevented her from falling to her death. of course, the matter at hand wasn’t quite so severe. she’d given it her best effort, to keep unnoticed, though she hadn’t hoped to keep it up very long being that there weren’t many people or objects to mask her presence.

      she cautiously approached the other, a look of complete innocence washing over her features. of course she hadn’t done such a thing! creating such a dangerous mess was far from something she would do, or was it? ok, so she’d done it. on accident, obviously. anyone in raina’s presence for longer than an hour could easily pick up on the fact that she was rather (more like, extremely) clumsy. she bit back the elaborate lie already formulating in her brain and rising at her throat.

i got my hopes up again, oh no... not again           feels like we only go backwards, darling