𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒

@feysooyeon

sometimes, hea likes being in her bunny form more than in her human one. there is a very good reason for it, too. most people coo at hea when she is in her bunny form, they offer her food ( free food, nonetheless, ) and it’s overall a good time unless the person touches her too much or tries to keep her locked in a cage. the later had actually happened a few times and, without a doubt, it had added to hea’s fearfulness of others. some were simply too undisciplined, selfish ( they weren’t actually thinking about hea, about the bunny, they had just liked that she was cute ) and she was aware of it. 

although, this doesn’t stop her bunny self from checking out people’s gardens. she had even a favorite now. a young girl, probably no older than twenty, had quickly climbed the charts on hea’s personal list of gardens that she appreciates and adore. it was, really, just a plus that the witch happened to be one of the most gentlest persons when it came to handling bunny hea, usually just scooping her up in her arms for a bit, until she’d put her down and feed her berries, those of the good kind, and leaves. hea was more than happy to go to the witch’s gardens anytime.

@feydabin

hea was sitting rather patiently on the blanket she had earlier put down on the lively colored grass, her legs crossed against each other and she was listening to the witch talk, books and ingredients scattered all around them. she had known dabin for a little time, but the other quickly became an acquaintance for the bunny familiar that had trouble with new people. you see, hea was always happy to help and learn. learning was, actually, much appreciated even at her age, since she considered herself to have many things to learn. she was seeing dabin in the same view as she was seeing herself - learning. the witch wasn’t exceptional at being a witch, maybe the contrary, but hea believed in the young woman and her abilities, but sometimes - she just needed a little bit of help in the right direction. or bad. it depends on the spell.

shaking her head slightly at whatever the fellow woman had said, hea leaned forward to read the book in front of dabin, her hand coming up to her face to tuck a few strands of hair that were bothering behind her ear. she pops her mouth then, blinking a few times as if to show her obvious confusion, straightening her back to move to her previous position on the blanket. maybe hea wasn’t as big of a help that she should’ve been to the other, but it’s somewhat understandable given the fact of what happened with the last witch that she helped. there has been some time since and honestly, hea was just too scared to get that close to a witch again, and yet, here she was, doing this, trying to be helpful even though she wasn’t helpful much.

❛❛ i’m sure it’s the ingredients fault. ❜❜ 

hello again, everyone!! i’ll be slightly slow these days because my bf is over, but,,, i have thought of some plots and i’ll be writing them down, so if our muses haven’t interacted yet, feel free to message me about any of these and we can talk/tweak any to fit both of our muses more!!

@feykazuki

hea woke up around half an hour ago and she was, mostly, ready for a new day. she had done her deeds - she had combed her hair, brushed her teeth, even got dressed up as she normally would, so this, really, was looking like a normal day so far. she was kinda hoping it would stay that way, too, but she had a feeling that it won’t happen. the bunny familiar slid on her shoes quite easily and then stretched in front of the mirror she had, patting her own cheeks as a cheer up after doing so. she was good to go.

walking to her store was routine for hea, since it was only 20 minutes away by walk from her home, but this time, she felt like taking the bus and she was in luck, managing to catch the bus at the perfect time. and now, she was really suspicious about life. things were lining up almost too good, so she was expecting something bad to happen at any time. she, successfully might i add, got off the bus, steadily walking towards her store that was just close by. 

then, she saw him, and she had to do a double take. he was leaning against the door of her store, his silver hair making it known to her exactly who he was, and her thoughts became blurry as soon as she could sniff the clear smell of blood, something in her just turning. this must be why i had a good start. the familiar was quite acknowledged with the werewolf, she knew of his ways, and, to be completely honest, she was still scared of him. that, though, didn’t stop hea from patching him up the first time when he got hurt, and neither did it stop her for the second, but now, being a third, hea supposed it will become a habit for them to meet like this. 

bending over to him, hea put one hand on his forehead for a few seconds as a way to check his temperature, and then she put both hands against her knees, not wanting to upset the werewolf by touching him too much. well, that, and she was pretty much fearful that she will get a bad reaction if she does. he doesn’t act that way towards you, her mind wanted to argue, but this was no time to be in her thoughts more, he was hurt.

❛❛ kazuki? ❜❜  

she whispered the name, her lips pursing against each other in a small frown as she had waited for a response, before continuing, wanting to be sure that the man was aware of his surroundings and he was alright with her bringing him in the store to get him cleaned up.

@feygunwoo

hea was having a rather stressful day so far. just a couple of hours ago, she was in her store, kindly explaining to a customer that she doesn’t have another size for a dress, thing that happens quite often, but this customer didn’t react well to the news. then, as if bad luck just keeps on seeking her, she realized she was behind on a custom dress and she was missing exactly the materials that she needed for it. 

well, she got them after all, and she even got some sweets in order to motivate herself, but now she was stuck in the parking lot. not literally stuck - the bunny familiar could move easily if her legs would’ve wanted to, but she simply couldn’t. just in front of her, was a young man, probably in his 20s. you see, this wouldn’t be a problem at all, if hea didn’t know what the young man actually was. she could smell him, curse her excellent nose, and she could even make out the slight smell of death that was lingering on him. at times like these, she just wished she wasn’t such a wuss. 

she took a few quick breaths of air, inhaling and exhaling, while trying to keep herself calm. alright, he won’t do anything to you, yes, it might be night, but he’s minding his own business, he doesn’t care, he might have killed a man--- with these contradicting thoughts in mind, hea’s feet had slowly started to move, but she could tell, looking down at her hands that were holding strongly the bags against her chest, that she was trembling without a doubt. she was doing good still, if she might say so herself, until she got close to the other and, dear god, she was an idiot. hea might have held one of the bags too tight, and the other has slipped away without her noticing, so now she was once again, stuck in place, blinking rapidly at the bag that dropped on the ground, the items spilling around as well. 

❛❛ a...ah...❜❜