fire starter.

(......)

Of course she did not like where this was going. She’s acting like this, she’s saying these things because Wendy was angry by the fact that he was believing in those so-called rumours he heard. They weren’t even true up to that extent and by just looking at Jonghyun’ face the entire night, he acted calm, acted like her words did not bother him and maybe she should stop saying these things. Being a hot headed witch, she’d do anything to get a reaction but right now, making him mad wasn’t a very good idea. “So what? Do you spy on me? You sound so sure.” Wendy shakes her head in response. She did not give a care about demons, most strong demons frighten her knowing how much power they could control; over her or just anyone in general terms. Strangely, it was natural for her to feel this way, she hadn’t been the only witch but she wasn’t extremely cruel and Jonghyun made her out to be this way.

“Right, like I’m the only one kills in self defense. Even by accident.” Now she was frustrated, of course he didn’t believe her, though there were other things she was wondering about. Like where these so called rumors were coming from and somehow her detective side comes out sooner or later. What’s stopping her from thinking so clearly however was her anxiety in his presence right now. It had to have come from his own powers, she assumed this and Wendy never keeps her eyes off him. “Where are these rumors coming from or are you making this shit up?” She questions, slightly tilting her head towards the side. Again, she tries to hide her fear and attempting to show that she wasn’t scared of him right now. At least if she tries to convince him, she could get outta here unscathed. Wendy hated being scared like this.

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. [text]: Come on if you’re coming. [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome? [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

(......)

There was really no way to contain her powers when she’s solely around Jonghyun, as he consistently has her blood boiling when in each other’ presence. She knew that her threats right away weren’t going to affect him but she keeps going at it. He didn’t have to worry, unless he was so keen on doing something. It was hard to understand the other, personally and around each other, there was nothing but staring, gazing and mainly just a lot of bickering and threats all around. It was hard to also understand why he hated her so much but does that affect her? They weren’t friends, and she wasn’t sure about what they were up to this point. Everything was always a surprise and all she knew was that she was losing her patience and had wanted to leave soon. “You know, I’m flattered that I always manage to catch your attention.” She says it with a lace of sarcasm in her tone. “But if you wanted to kill me so badly, why haven’t you done it? And maybe I’m guilty as charged but who are you to meddle in my business?” Although that was mostly the reason, say self-defense, there were others but she shouldn’t have to explain herself to him. Oh, she was shaking.

Wendy had indeed remembered the night she had been practicing with another demon but that was somehow different. This was unknown to Jonghyun, at least she hoped because she couldn’t have anyone else knowing. In the end, there were countless demons who killed each other off like savages. One of those only helped her and so it hadn’t entirely her fault. She couldn’t help but smile humorously at his comment, “Oh, I bet you are. You know I’ll enjoy… playing with you. I didn’t know you cared so much.” She mimics him, tilting her head towards the side. Taunting.

She stays in place, not wanting to place herself closer towards him. Jonghyun was the type of demon that was too difficult to get rid of, a flea who crawls under her skin. But she still look towards him nonetheless, forcing a smile, although unamused. “Um, okay? Your point?” She shakes her head at the assumption and she’d comment that Wendy was somehow guilty for that but she had her reasons behind them. How or why the hell would he go ahead and dig into her personal life? It was already clear enough that he would have some sort of motive. To blame her for testing out her powers? Maybe some of the time, it hadn’t been for self defense. “And oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know all the demons in this world were your precious friends,“ She pouts. “Go cry about it to someone else, will you? You’re blaming me for the wrong reasons. Ever heard of self defense? Those demons weren’t as smart as they looked. You’re right.” She fuels the fire and she’s also just simply peeved. 

[ x ]

That look on his face, the way his eyes were observing her had infuriated her even more. She’d find herself meeting up with him during every other night or after weeks and every time, she was able to play his games and knowing what game he was playing for the most part. He could deny it all he wants because that was not what frustrated her about this whole situation and hatred between them. “You’re such an ass,” She growls, biting her lower lip and her hand twitches ever so slightly, forcing herself not to cause some sort of scene and he was also lucky that they were in public. “I can tell you miss seeing me. You can’t stay away? That I can understand. But just so we’re clear, I’m not interested in whatever’s in your pants.” She speaks close enough so that her breath had a chance of reaching his ears. Yes, Jonghyun was hot but her hatred for him blinded every other feeling and maybe this hadn’t been what he had meant. “But I’d love to hear suggestions though.” And for one thing, maybe provoking him wouldn’t be the best idea but she clearly knew how much of an affect she’d have on him once she tried a bit harder to push it out of him.

Her nails are tapped against the table, only considering his question but there was nothing. Wendy had a few ideas but most weren’t exactly too considerable. Whenever she’d be in a good mood, there was always a chance that could go away in a matter of seconds and that would be when her unpredictable actions would take an affect. She hums, “Oh, I don’t know. For you, not burning you away into nothing but ashes?” Well at the moment, she had raised his body temperature just a bit higher just to give him a little taste of how it felt like. Once Jonghyun pulled away, maybe it worked just a little. By the time she hears his, what sounded like a threat, she pauses as she quirks her eyebrows in suspicion with a small little smirk tugging her lips. If that’s the way he wanted to play then fine, two can play at that game. “Just admit that you just can’t get enough of me. Your eyes seem to always linger on me and you make it look so obvious. I’m impressed that you haven’t said anything.” Her voice was gentle and soft as she spoke to him, a tone that would have an affect these days. Wendy pouts like a child. These were the things they’d say; threats and more threats but with her, she’d always try and provoke him with her words. All this time, they hadn’t managed to really kill each other, at least not yet. She tries to pull away from doing just that at all costs. She knew the affect that demons had on her.

What the hell was she going to get for coming after him like this? He’s the one who hated her first and because of this alone, she hates him. Yes and all the mocking had driven her completely crazy, she was always a hot headed one.  “Lets just say I’ve learned a few tricks...” Although Wendy tries to control her little anger, laced her voice into a rather teasing, mischievous tone while fear was not expressed and not even when looking at him right in the face. And so she smirks, “You know I love to play with fire. maybe I’ll test them out on you.” She hums, warning him though she was sure that this wasn’t going to scare the demon, but it was something. With that, she forces away her hand, attempting to set her wrist free from his grasp. 

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they’re going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse’s arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse’s grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don’t realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor’s appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse’s ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse’s parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.