THE COVEN

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

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first impressions matter 𓆩♡𓆪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 — @quietlyblooms

It smelled.

The storm continued to rage high upon the firmament, between the darkened clouds; Large droplets of rain pounding against the forest's floor, mixing with the dirt & turning the landscape into a mud runway.

But it still smelled.

The thick scent of iron and gore that left a trail of dark liquid behind upon the muddy ground, seeping out of a crudely wrapped plastic bag; Its contents straining against the material in all possible direction, poking & digging into the plastic until it whitened under pressure. But nothing moved. It was all laid still. It had all been laid bear beneath his eyes, though, so little of use . . .

A huff came from pursed lips as he dug the shovel into the wet dirt underneath his shoes, stained from having trudged deeper & deeper into the forest. Dark brown tresses hanging from slicked back hair, sticking to his forehead as they were wet from the onslaught of rain. A few red droplets falling from his cheek, mixing into the water coming from above until it washed away into the rest of the blood underneath him.

" . . . Dirty work. " His gravelly voice was almost inaudible as he spat those two words out from his throat, dark gaze narrowing at the unmoving trash bag meant to be disposed. Normally, this was not his line of work; He set the cuts, opened the body & took what was of use. But this? This was dirty & put him in danger. Who knew if scavengers were close? Or something worse that was alerted with that scent?

Maybe he should have flinched, jumped or even ran away once his eyes met another pair . . . But Seonwoo remained awfully calm. In fact, he would not even break the contact between his own gaze & that of the blonde woman amidst the trees. Instead, he simply cocked a brow whilst his other hand lingered on the shovel. The plastic bag with dubious contents & even more incriminating dark liquid seeping from it laying between them like evidence upon a crime scene.

But this was not a crime scene. This was simply a moment within a storm, deep in the forest. No one would know about this . . . Right?

Perhaps it is why the man remains still, though, not frozen — Not even a little bit fazed by the appearance of an onlooker. She would not be a witness, no, because there was no one to report this to. And maybe; They both knew so. "You're gonna catch a cold if you stand out here in the rain any longer, young lady." His voice booms through the descending rain as it pounds upon the earth like silent cries of help, attempting to wash away what he had done.

But what had she done? No normal person was alone in the woods at this hour. Unless they sought their own end at the hands of a monster or . . . They were a monster themselves. The thought alone perked his mood, even let the corner of his mouth twitch into an unsuspecting smile. His scarred hand releases the hand of the rusted shovel, instead, opting to hide within his pocket.

"Or are you lost? Do you need . . . help?"

An intrigue that could not be sated until his question was answered; Another predator or simply a prey? Yet in all cases; He would have a remedy for her ailment.

blood related prompts 𓆩♡𓆪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 — @quietlyblooms

The sound of labored breath filled the silence of the porcelain bathroom — It was barely holding together, though, that was not the one thing out of place. It were bloody knuckles & even bloodier fingers grappling the sink completely stained with the sanguine essence that covered much of the blonde's form; Fingers digging into the porcelain for as much as the material would cave in, which was not much, though, enough to satisfy the rage boiling deep inside. It was white. Blinding. Bound to the darkest of desires & wishes that have always been rooted within his soul, from the very moment he had been born.

He knew it.

From the first slice upon flesh to the last cracking of bones that thrummed against his eardrums. It was like a macabre symphony, luring him in like a melody meant to entice; meant to hypnotize; molding him into the beast that he was always meant to be.

He knew it.

But why didn't she?

"Ya tell me, Chi." Normally, his voice would be livelier, but it resounded monotone between the two before he raised his gaze; Honeyed irises, lined with exhaustion in the form of deep eye bags, meeting chocolate ones, yet there was no warmth behind it. It had been snuffed out by the very hands that were bleeding out within the warm water of the sink.

He inhales sharply through his nostrils, releasing the edge of the sink with one hand whilst remaining hunched over; The back of his hand quickly wiping against a bloodied nose. He spits into the porcelain. It's bloody.

So much.

It was everywhere.

As if it had become an integral part of his very being.

Finally would he turn around, back leaning against the edge, yet his knuckles never release the tension as his hands remain tightly grasping the sink. There's a spark within his eyes; Something unsaid, unparalleled to the gore that littered his whole appearance. It was amusement. Glee. Enjoyment, even. "Are ya scared for me?" He tilts his head, letting his cheek almost touch his own shoulder with the way he lets it just hang there. Pierced lips split into a smile, speaking of joy, though, in this very moment . . . It felt wrong. It was wide. Unnatural.

"Or are ya scared of me? Huh?" A pause, one hand beckoning her over; Reaching forward to the blonde, extending an open, bloodied palm as if it was the most normal thing ever under friends. "C'mon... Ya are so far away. Come closer to me, Chi. I won't hurt you."