❀ immortal ✿

                                          `╰ backdated: 2016 holiday party ╯

at face value, kana is just out of high school-- now a hardworking university student, studying to be a botanist. kana knows the truth. in reality, her brain has been out of high school for...what, five years now? once upon a time, the kana (no, kang seulgi back then) of another life used to enjoy parties, even if it wasn’t in the typical way. she would go for the people-watching, and bring a good book with her, because drunk and foolish people inevitable grew boring.

kana now? out of practice. she’s too old for high school parties now, in both body and spirit, but this isn’t a high school party. it isn’t even a league party, actually. she’s pretty sure it’s some kind of illegal, contraband party hosted by sunggyu, but she hasn’t been one for league rules in years, either. 

does she really want to be here? no, but she knows stoking any divisions within the league will only hurt her and the future she wants to build. missing a party may not seem important, but she knows these things tend to have a ripple effect, and she doesn’t want to risk hers being a negative one.

so, she attends, constantly carrying a cup of fruit punch (spiked, undoubtedly-- whether it’s known or not, kana doesn’t care) that she doesn’t ever let empty below the halfway point before she refills it. everyone is so loud. they’re mostly obnoxious, too-- the party a cacophony of energy overall. 

even about two hours in, she can’t really relate. she definitely made valiant attempts, too, and met her social quota for the night, so she’s content. she’s even more content to bail, but she catches sight of leon, of all people, standing by himself. leon standing by himself is expected, of course; the surprising part is that he’s even here. that probably makes two of them.

she makes her way over to him easily, taking a sip of her drink. “this sucks,” she deadpans. “do you want to get out of here?”

drabble meme: onepool: write our characters swimming together( present day; potentially canon )

{ tw: asphyxiation, gore ?? }

the thing about magical hero duty is that it doesn’t stop for anything.

for kana, the meaning of that runs deeper than most: the literal end of the world, for example. 

then again, maybe that’s not true for everyone. maybe it’s just her. even in her last life, she preferred to hunt cards than rest. she couldn’t sleep with the thought of them out in the world, tearing apart families like they did to hers. it’s different for her now, but so much is the same, too. there’s always more to be done, and every second of life feels so precarious. she catches herself on edge, always anticipating the next beginning of the end– the next supermassive chimera, or an explosion of dark magical energy, or the hanged man himself sucking the hero headquarters through the center of the earth and into hell. anything and everything seems possible.

today, magical hero duty doesn’t stop for the winter, and the freezing waters off the coast of busan. seamonsters just don’t give a shit, and so by extension, kana doesn’t either, because she can’t let them win, obviously.

she defeats this particular monster by wrapping her whip around its body, squeezing, and constricting its gills until it suffocates. she wasn’t sure it would work, nor was it necessarily her intention; she was aiming to sever it in half with the barbs of her whip, but that works too. even after the creature’s struggle ends, she still plunges under the water’s surface, holds her breath, and pulls tighter at her whip, until its tail falls off, just to be sure. she returns to the surface to take another breath, then goes back under to untangle her whip and let the monster’s body drift to the sea floor.

it’s then that she feels a hand on her shoulder, tugging at her, and the sheer shock of it makes her suck in a gulp of water.

the hand jerks her to the surface, and she coughs violently. 

“don’t worry!! I’LL SAVE YOU!” wonshik announces, wild and determined, and kana curses her lungs for incapacitating her at this moment, because all she wants to do is yell at him for being such an idiot. he wraps a protective arm around her while she continues to wheeze, like he’s the only thing keeping her afloat. kana flails her arm out, and shoves wonshik’s head underneath the water.

he splashes frantically, like a fucking maniac, and looks like a drowned rat when he returns to the surface again. he gives her the most offended look, and kana just yells, “I WAS FINE UNTIL YOU GRABBED ME LIKE THAT!  NOW WE’RE BOTH GOING TO GET HYPOTHERMIA, YOU IDIOT!”

drabble meme: onedrink: write our characters drinking together ( zombie apocalypse au, because why not )

{ warning: death, alcohol, blood }

it’s like a ghost town. there’s something almost cathartic in the way you can’t tell what era it is anymore. it could be the 18th century; the air is still and dead and nothing sparkles with a modern touch.

it’s not just the air. most things are dead.

kana is not. 

kana sits on a stool at the bar, dusty bottle of tequila and chipped shot glass on the counter in front of her. it’s entirely abandoned and worn down, creaking and ancient-- an old saloon that could be straight out of an old western movie, miraculously surviving the bedlam of the world. all around her are signs of struggle long passed: broken chairs, glass from bottles and windows littering the floor, dried blood, from the living or the undead.

when she arrived, she didn’t pay it any mind. she’s seen far worse by now-- done far worse to survive. 

she found what she came here for. she pours herself another shot and knocks it back with ease.

she hears the floorboards creak and looks over her shoulder with little urgency, hand already on the machete at her hip, then raises an eyebrow when she spots someone actually alive. unexpected.

“are you going to drink all of that?” he asks.

“was planning on it.”

“...can you at least pour me a shot too, then?”

he places another shot glass on the counter next to hers. she eyes it suspiciously, then pours more tequila, first in his glass, then in her own. 

“cheers,” he says sardonically, without even making an effort to clink their glasses together before he drinks the entire thing.

“you’re going to owe me half a bottle of tequila,” kana grumbles.

“oh, yeah, i’ll just order you one off of amazon. are you kidding? it’s the end of the fucking world.”

“uh huh. tequila is a national treasure now. this could be the last bottle of tequila on earth. i also could’ve run a machete through your skull as soon as you walked in here, so some gratitude might be nice.”

he doesn’t thank her. instead, he just pours the remainder of the alcohol into her glass, and dramatically gestures toward her, like some kind of gentleman. 

drabble meme: onefight: write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yourshate: write our characters hating each otherscars: write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa ( first timeline ; likely au but possibly canon )

{ warning: violence, imagery bordering on gore, depression }

he comes out of nowhere, like the classic hero in all the stories. there she is, by herself, cornered by three monsters, whip in hand, preparing to fight– and in the back of her mind is one thought: no one is here to kill my familiar. how many people will i drag into death with me?

and she doesn’t really care about the answer. part of her wants them to hurt. she wonders what her familiar’s twisted motivation will be, and who it will chase after, but she doesn’t surrender. she takes the fury in her veins and the fire in her stomach and she lashes one monster across the face with her whip, disorienting it. another lunges at her, and she sidesteps it. when the next one attacks, she dodges once again, leaving it to careen right into a tree.

but the first one leaps onto her back, and she feels claws dig into her shoulders and grits her teeth in pain. 

and then the weight is off her shoulders, and she hears the shriek of one of the monsters. she turns, kneeling on the ground, still recovering from the attack, and sees the blade of sunggyu’s scythe, cleaved straight through the creature’s eye-sockets.

her anger only continues to boil over. “what are you doing!” she yells. “i had this!” she could’ve done it. it didn’t matter. the league is dead to her, anyway. they don’t care about solo heroes. it’s her and taeyong and her cause– none of them cared about her. why now? her success or her death were both her own to bear. sunggyu has no right to interfere. he never interfered before. none of them did.

she unleashes her rage on the closest monster, slashing at it in a frenzy. everything is red– her vision, the blood. eventually the monster’s back splits open and oozes and kana still attacks, she’s so tired. she’s so infuriated. she hates them. she hates the league– the organization that stole her soul, treated them like garbage and tools, and still won’t allow her to die on her own terms.

“kana, stop!” sunggyu calls.

she turns on him. “what, you defend monsters now too? is the league president fucking a monster now? i wouldn’t be surprised! do you know that the vice president of magical girls is fucking the card that killed my parents? oh yeah, we’re sealing them away. it’s our duty. they’re dangerous to the public. but when they can benefit me, and i can find pleasure in them, who cares about all of the pain they caused, right?” she screams it, and when the last remaining monster latches its teeth onto her ankle she doesn’t even feel it, propelled by festering anger and unstoppable adrenaline. 

sunggyu knocks the monster off of kana’s leg and the force of it sends her tumbling forward, into the grass. she digs her hands into it, and pulls out clumps of it, scattering the blades until her fingers reach the dirt, and she heaves breaths into her lungs, resting her forehead on the grass without a care. she feels the sting in her ankle now. it feels familiar, to be this battle-scarred and worn, and so utterly powerless and enraged and bleak. she thinks of the battle with the card that killed her parents following their deaths, and how even it didn’t kill her. she can never finish anything.

she stays there, laying on her stomach, hands balled into fists, even as she senses sunggyu’s presence by her side. maybe he’ll kill her. she wouldn’t put anything past the league at this point. there’s no loyalty or compassion. her life means nothing to them. they made that clear. they did. 

she hears the unzipping of a bag and she raises her head, hair falling into her face. he pulls out bandages. “your injuries are bad,” sunggyu explains. “can you sit up?”

“don’t touch me,” kana argues, and suddenly there are tears in her eyes. her eyes glisten with them, but she grits her teeth again– refuses to let them fall, even as she endures the excruciating pain to pull herself into a sitting position and face him. she crawls backwards across the grass, away from sunggyu, and the grass brushes against the bite on her leg and she hisses in pain, wincing.

“kana, please, this doesn’t have to be this hard. i have bandages. let me put them on your new injuries so they don’t get infected, and then you can go. i’ll leave you alone. i promise.”

“why do you even have bandages anyway?”

sunggyu’s expression darkens. “there’s a general increase in monsters. more attacks, more injuries– not just difficult for solo heroes, but everyone now. you never know. it’s good to be prepared.”

as he talks, he ventures over to her– inspects the claw marks on her back carefully, and she can feel his hesitation in his hands. “i’m not taking my shirt off for you,” kana snaps.

“o-of course,” sunggyu replies, and she wonders how a grown man can still be so flustered over something like this. 

he takes care of the wound as best as he can without her removing any of her clothing. “it’ll probably heal quite fast anyway, so long as you stay transformed.”

kana knows that, but the stress of the battle weighs heavy on her, so she doesn’t protest this time. she even lets sunggyu gingerly take hold of her leg, and steels herself as he removes her shoe and rolls down her sock to get a better look at the bite.

when he’s done, she’s too humiliated to feel gratitude, let alone express it. 

she rises to her feet on shaky legs, but stands strong. he pulls an extra bandage out of his bag, and hands it to her for later, just in case she needs it.

< message ☇* peon > wow so training was fun today huh < message ☇* peon > he’s beauty, he’s class, he fell on his ass < message ☇* peon > you gotta think faster so you don’t get overpowered like that bud :’((

drabble meme: onesketching: write your character drawing mine or vice versa ( possibly canon, otherwise au ; whatever you decide! )

{ warning: misogyny }

sometimes spiderlily and nightshade resemble sports teams– primarily in the constant repeated exercises, but also in the fact that sometimes, they make you sit on the bench. 

kana resents being a bench warmer anytime, and she usually isn’t there, but today, she can sit on the bleachers of the soccer field rookie practice is taking place on today with pride.

“so, why are you here?” she asks the boy– and only other person present on the bench –beside her, as he sketching something in a notebook.

“sunggyu hyung said i was freaking out too much and needed to relax,” he explains, and kana holds back a snort. 

“i punched a member of nightshade in the face,” kana offers in turn– almost brags, like she’s trying to one up him.

“yeah, i know,” jimin replies diplomatically. “why did you punch him? i couldn’t hear what went down from here.”

“he told me that i should keep my mouth shut and do something i actually know something about, like cleaning up the targets everyone knocked down.”

“oh. yikes.”

kana only nods in agreement, resting her chin on her open palm as she observes practice with disinterest. to her absolute delight, her new rival on nightshade is currently on his ass in the grass after losing a sparring match to a spiderlily girl with a great sword, of all things.

it doesn’t take long for her to grow bored, and she cranes her neck to glance at jimin’s drawing as it comes together.

“oh my god, are you really drawing me punching him in the face?”

drink: write our characters drinking togetherholiday: write our characters celebrating a holiday together( december 2016 ; team spiderlily and nightshade christmas party )

{ warning: alcohol, mention of death, all in the context of attempted humor }

kana hates rookies. note: she is a rookie in stature and title alone-- not in ability and certainly not in spirit. one of the newest additions to nightshade is wearing nothing but tinsel. it’s the middle of winter. where are his clothes? he was probably the same male she saw trying to fling garland around the light fixture so he could swing from it. (his technique was terrible. she could’ve shown him how to do it, with the experience she has handling her magical whip, but she didn’t want anything to do with that behavior.)

in fact, she should’ve stayed home. she doesn’t know why she’s here. she has a mother and a brother to celebrate christmas with now. 

she pours something that she thinks is eggnog into her glass, then sniffs at it. nope, that’s the smell of alcohol. even better. she takes a huge sip-- knocks it back, then refills it, and takes another gulp. when she lowers her glass, it’s into sunggyu’s hand.

“are you old enough to drink that?” he asks her, eyes wild, flitting about from kana to the various rookies causing trouble around the party. kana’s eyes follows one of the girls around the room as she chases after one of the boys, holding...is that a red nose? god.

she groans out loud. “yes! i’m like, 23 years old,” she wails. (no, in this timeline she is only 19, but she is a 23 year old in this body. sunggyu doesn’t know that, and even slightly intoxicated and utterly dismayed she has the presence of mind to worry about the timelines converging.)

“also my DAD IS DEAD,” she adds, hoping she can play up the pity card to continue her low quality supply of alcohol. to her surprise and mild disgust, sunggyu takes the rest of her drink out of her hand and drinks the rest of it. she stands there, frozen, nose wrinkled for 30 seconds without even a word, and in that time, sunggyu passes her another full cup.