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(  jeon jungkook, cismale, he/him  )  i just saw keon moon walking down the cobbled roads of skopelos the other day playing boxset.girlfriend by lost spaces out loud. aren’t they supposed to be in seoul, south korea? rumor has it that the twenty5 year old is + skillful , but can also be - disorganized — overall they’re the comic relief. they remind me of old films, torn pages of a book, casette tapes, coffee stains, charcoal inked on their fingertips.

   cocking her head to the side while elli studies the pretty crystal in keon’s hands, lips lightly pursed as she wracks through her brain for any type of information she could recall from her one time working at a crystal shop. “Maybe it’s for clarity or bringing you good calm energies ? Even if it’s for decoration it is really pretty.” she offers though she truly doesn’t know what the blue rock could harness. “ I’m thinking whatever it is I might be able to use it as a blacksplash for the hotel maybe or somethin similar I really enjoy the color.”

              William is at Aura purely for tabletop-gaming reasons.   He doesn’t believe in crystals and prefers candles over incense,   but he’s never been a fan of the niche scents that shops of this vein offer.   He took the opportunity to tag along with Keon,   finding the other’s presence steadying and pleasant.   As they’re studying the wall of crystals with focused gazes,   William turns to look at the crystal in Keon’s hand.   He now begins gazing thoughtfully at this one.   Original,   abstract ideas aren’t his forte,   but William has a database of knowledge about the whimsy and pseudoscientific.   Well,   he has an angle of knowledge.   Purpose is in the eye of the beholder,   he supposes.   His general interest in D&D has taken him to intriguing fields of study,   mostly of the occult and magical sort,   but he’s more interested in the potential of concepts and hypothetical theories that he believes are already drawn from such things,   anyway. 

       “It gives you access to surges of wild magic.”   He squints and thinks about it a little longer.   “You know,   it’ll turn your skin a vibrant shade of blue if it feels like it.”

ⅰ.       🎥         /       ﹔       there’s   just   something   about   pretty   things   that   keon   loves   collecting   .    may   it   be   small   or   huge    ,    he’d   probably   spend   his   money   on   it   .    it’s   not   like    ,    he’s   someone   who   runs   out   of   money   .    his   bank   account   actually   never   runs   out   of   them   .    whether   it’s   his   supportive   parents   filling   it   in   for   him    ,    or   his   clients   whenever   he   does   freelance   for   them   .    and   his   work    ,    especially   having   worked   with   famous   and   branded   companies    ,    just   means   more   money   is   coming   and   will   come   in   his   bank   .    at   this   point    ,    he   didn’t   need   to   take   over   the   family   business   to   be   as   wealthy   as   his   parents   .    he   can   actually   survive   on   his   own   thus   the   reason   why   he’s   here   today   .    keon   looks   back   at   william   with   both   brows   furrow   down   in   confusion   then   doe   hues   squints   at   him   then   back   at   the   piece   .    he’ll   never   understand   the   purpose   of   magic   . 

if there was one thing susie was a huge sucker for , it was anything witchy. if she could pinpoint where her obsession started , it was have to probably be the point in her life when she became obsessed with fleetwood mac. from that moment til now susie was constantly trying to learn something new in that realm of the world. which was exactly why she dragged keon to one of the local shops she had first visited when she first arrived. ‘ ooo. ’, she said in awe , taking a look at the crystal between his fingers. ‘ i don’t think i’ve ever seen one like that before. but , blue ones usually plays around with hope and trust and of course , calming. ’, she went on as if she were some dictionary for crystals. ‘ i mean , it would also be a killer decoration piece too. imagine that on a necklace ! ’

Phoenix loved animals even if their parents never allowed them and their brother to have any pets growing up. They still believe that somebody had to be heartless, downright evil even, to not melt at the sight of a baby puppy. It was only when they tended to be meddlesome did she find them to be much less charming. She wasn’t sure if the cat that weaved between her legs belonged to someone or was one of the few strays. Either way it gives them a start and the hearty plate of breakfast they had made for themselves (nevermind the fact it was well into the afternoon and they had a late start, like always) falls out of their hands. “Fuck! My eggs.” She calls out helplessly before directly addressing the animal. “Listen up. I’m going to spank you. I am going to spank you so hard that your great, great, great grandma kitty will feel it. And then— " By the time Phoenix sees another person it’s too late. “I don’t…I don’t actually spank cats.”

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