hello to our lovely members! this is your admin egg here to share our first drabble meme! this time around, we’re doing something special! not only will you get to have loads of fun writing, but you also have the chance to gain points for your characters !

for this challenge, you will be awarded ONE (1) point for every TWO (2) people you send a meme to! whichever account you send the meme from will be awarded the points, and this works up until you hit ask limit! (you can still send asks from other accounts/anonymous, you just need to stop collecting points after ask limit!) 

the only main rule is that in order for it to count for points, it has to be off of anonymous! so with that, have fun!!

Heroes were dying faster than they could be recruited. That was the world Jinil saw. The Rookie Massacre was a stain on his past, a day he wished to forget, longed to have never occurred. Needless to say, since the event, the hero’s sense of self-preservation dropped drastically. Already an inherently reckless man, he found no issue in sacrificing himself so others may live. Perhaps the selfless action truly was selfish in the end.

As he pulls his blade from the flesh of a lesser monster, his gaze locked with that of his card’s. Hongbin’s eyes were tired. Jinil’s were, too. His stare lingered for a moment, the realization hitting him that it was possible both of their deaths were fast approaching. Their threat increased from only the occasional monster to other heroes and cards. Those days, it was impossible to determine where another gave their loyalty. Even so, he knew of several individuals who were convincing liars. It created suspicion among long time friends and fellow heroes. Not a day went by there was no news of another fallen comrade.

Jinil thought, if his death did not come today, it would come tomorrow. It was definite. So, with a smirk tugging one corner of his lips, he laughed. “Yeah, I know. I would have to agree with you on that,” He carelessly wiped the black blade drenched with red on the prickly fur of the defeated monster.

To say Jinil had come to terms with his fate would be an understatement. He knew he could divulge any information to Hongbin without a moment’s hesitation. Their bond was a unique one he had yet to experience before. Unfortunately for the both of them, the hero found difficulty in exposing what emotions truly laid within in his heart. If he were comfortable enough sharing how he felt, perhaps he wouldn’t feel as detached from the idea of his life ending as he did in that moment. It produced an undeniable lump in his throat and a stinging in his eyes, but he would fight them as usual. He turned his head towards the sky and released a heavy, but decisive sigh as his eyes fell closed momentarily.

“You afraid of dying, Hongbin?” Jinil pressed his chin into his chest. In the distance, he could see the hulking forms of more beasts. “I think I might be ready.”

jinil’s words don’t come as a surprise. instead, they settle like a weight on hongbin’s chest, a realization of fears he hadn’t allowed himself to think of but on nights where his demons caught up to him. he laughs, a broken little sound that he covers with what he hopes is a believing enough cough. 

“why would i ever fear death?” he hadn’t considered the mortality this form had imposed upon him. hadn’t considered the ever present threat until he was staring it in the face. truthfully, hongbin has dealt so closely with death for so long that it has merely seemed like a door to him- a transaction, even. death was something hongbin had always benefited from. 

he regards jinil for a moment longer. human life is so fragile, so short and fleeting. he’s always found it very trivial, very small in the grand scheme of things, and yet...

and yet...

“i’m not afraid to die. there’s really not much in this world that scares me,” hongbin shakes his head, clenches his fist by his side. there are some words better, kinder left unsaid in any situation. but hongbin has never had a very good filter, and there won’t be a use for one for very much longer anyway. “but the thought of you dying,” his voice wavers. “is one that frightens me very much.”

hongbin’s skin is burning with shame, but he’s too selfish to look away until he has to. he can feel the dark magic that draws closer with every uneven beat of his heart, a reminder of the last bits of sand that slip through their hour glass, knows they’ll need to take action before it’s taken for them. so he takes in every feature he can, memorizes the slopes of skin he’s only ever dreamt of being able to touch, embraces the hollow pain in his chest like it’s the last thing he’ll ever know. 

who am i kidding, hongbin muses. it probably will be.

it doesn’t take long for another monster to present itself, fangs bared and everything to die for, and hongbin can’t help but relate to the look in it’s eyes. the only difference, he supposes, is that hongbin knows what he would die for. who he would die for.

(truthfully, hongbin had never really known loyalty before he’d met jinil. he’d become intimately acquainted with many human emotions- hatred, deceit, anger, sorrow, jealousy. they were the standards by which he measured human worth. yet jinil remained steadfast. he never wavered, never gave hongbin a reason to doubt him. jinil easily became his hero, rather than his captor. it was as effortless as breathing, learning to trust someone who proved time and time again that he had hongbin’s back. someone who proved time and time again that he was worth fighting for.)

@cchongbin

To anyone else, it likely looked like two friends having a catch up. The coffee on the table, the cafe scene behind them, the way Nana lifted up her freshly manicured nails and smiled to herself at the tiny gems set in the red. “Don’t they look pretty?” She asks the other card, twisting her hand to show the male and fluttering her fingers. If there were any card she got along with on first meeting, it was Hongbin. They both had the inclination for chaos, destruction and having fun with it. Due to the stress inducing meetings with Heroes, she had decided to treat herself to a day of pampering and relaxing.

“yeah, they really suit you,” he agrees around the lip of his coffee cup. if it weren’t for the rather unpleasant news that had brought them together today, he might even have called their meeting a comforting one. the atmosphere in the coffee shop is cozy, lazy in the same way a cat sunbathing is. all they would need is the soft sound of rain pattering against the windows, and hongbin would feel completely like a movie character. 

unfortunately, they have no such luxury today, and instead dreariness comes in the form of the discomfort that hides in their casual words. 

“you should order a cake then, at least put something sweet in your mouth to temper the bitterness of this situation,” hongbin mutters, pillowing his cheek on his hand, elbow propped up on the table. “i wish his tacky fuckin’ clothes were the worst thing about him.”

hongbin pauses then, brings his gaze over from where it had been fixed out the window and fixes it on nana.