Prometheus

Notes

I’ve made a tracker to keep track of everything -- & sorry for my recent inactivity. Things have gotten a bit busy, but have started to settle down. I’ll probably have a plot/relationship page for Hana up tonight or tomo, but if you would like to plot something with Hana just drop me a message, like this post, or add me on aim @krystalxtimer. I still have a few messages in my inbox I need to get too ( I will do them later tonight ) and also, I apologize if I accidentally added you or forgot to add you on the tracker. If I’ve made a mistake, please message me! Mun is not the most meticulous person ;) thanks. 

Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours.

The blood ceased to stop, the redness tainting the purity of the water that pooled around the two. Everything had happened all to fast. One moment Hana had been eating her breakfast, smiling at the young waitress she’d grown accompanied to seeing every Wednesday, and the next the windows imploded, shattering as a small scuffle escalated into a fiery fight. 

Their strength, their powers, their glowing dark eyes flashed before Hana when she realized just what was happening. Ducking to avoid the body flung in her direction, Hana’s first impulse was to evacuate the humans still within the restaurant. Her eyes caught Yerim’s gaze, and without needing to exchange words, they’d gotten to work. Hana focused her energy on manipulating the water particles within the glasses, shattering its containment as water flowed onto the floor. Manipulating the water particles, she concentrated on using her hydrokinetic abilities to ebb frightened people towards the exit, all the while attempting to yell over the commotion to catch the attention of those she couldn’t reach. 

When the building seemed to have been evacuated, Hana had just been about to flee when she noticed the limp body struggling to move. Blood seemed to encompass Yerim. Blood seemed to flow from her vessel, as if life was slowly being drained from within her. Rushing forth, and calling the water towards her, Hana desperately tried to heal the other. But it was already too late. She could feel the severity of Yerim’s wounds, she could feel her life slowly draining away – she was a step too late. 

Hana couldn’t save her, but she could grant her just a little bit more time. And so she stripped the other’s leather gloves from her hands and held it tightly with hers. “take it – this is my last gift to you…” Hana whispered, closing her eyes as she remembered, concentrated, taking herself and hopefully the other to the tranquil ocean shores. A young girl stood atop a large rock protruding from the depths of the ocean, arms spread apart as the seagulls circled her in song. Her arms was spread apart as she did a twirl before jumping into the warm confines of the ocean, dolphins and encircling her small body as she became one with the sea. Serenity enveloped her as she gradually made her way to the surface, peaking above the waves as the warmth of the sun rested on her cheeks and she lay there motionless – feeling simple happiness.

Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

The sight was quite an odd one. Leaning against the counter, Hana couldn’t help but let the surprise seep into her eyes. She’d never pinned Changmin for the cooking type. No, the lawyer seemed quite out of place standing in the kitchen of her apartment complex. The blue checkered apron she’d painted to reflect the tranquil sea clashed against his dark black suit as he took it off the rack. 

“here - let me get that for you.” Hana offered, taking the suit he’d slipped off and hanging it neatly on the backs of one of the chairs before returning to the kitchen. Her head shook slightly, still unable to grasp the situation at hand. As her hands reached to brush her wild brown locks into a ponytail, her eyes watched the other fold the apron before tying it around himself; the blue oddly matching with his sleek white dress shirt. 

Placing an apron on herself as well, Hana began taking various ingredients out of the fridge. “So your making seafood pasta?” she asked, checking the freezer to see what she had. “I have clams, shrimp, fish — and squid.” she listed, “so plenty of options – while you make that, I guess I’ll make some spicy shrimp and Jjamppong”  Hana remarked with a nod, making the decisions more so by herself than actually asking the other. 

Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours.

The stage lights flashed, lighting up the then darkened stage as Hana slowly opened her eyes. The whole thing was absurd, she hadn’t been on a stage to perform with the band since high-school, yet, her friends had somehow managed to trap her into doing just so. Taking a deep breath to fully comprehend the situation she’d gotten herself into, Hana’s eyes looked around the packed cafe. If only she hadn’t rashly agreed to the dare before she heard what it was. 

Now she just had to pick someone from the crowd to serenade to. Might as well get this over with. Hana mused to herself, mentally scolding herself for getting into such a situation. But what’s done was done, so taking a moment to settle her mind, Hana closed her eyes and breathed. Her ears registered the soft swish of water in the glass, allowing her mind to take her to the gentle ocean shoreline as the sounds of ocean waves gradually composed her. 

When she opened her eyes, her gaze locked with his. There was a certain softness about him regardless of his strong built. His eyes too held a certain intensity, as if in one glance he could see through her meticulously sculpted walls. There was also something familiar about the man – as if they’d met before. Or maybe it was simply the her mind playing with her from having downed one too many shots. Regardless, Hana parted her lips to speak.