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{ sms → unknown } I wasn't aware that I had a mother or significant other that I had to tell where I was going.

{ sms → unknown } I believe you may have the wrong number though.

Reblog if you want anonymous confessions.

Reblog if you want anonymous confessions.

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

         The rough texture of the brick wall dug into Val’s back through his clothing as he pressed himself into the shadows alongside the taller man, a flicker of mischief nearly glowing inside his eyes as they waited for a nearby guard to make his way past them during his rounds. He still wasn’t exactly sure why the other insisted on sneaking onto the grounds of a nearby company, but he was sure it had something to do with the new fire-based weapon-like thing that had been whispered about. Only a few days and he could easily tell that fire was certainly the other male’s favorite thing on this planet. 

         Of course, he could fully understand. As a creature of fire, he had his own fascination with the flames that could purify and desecrate without hesitation or thought. Noticing the signal the other gave him, he crouched and followed close to the ground as they dashed through an empty area of the vast grounds until they came to their next hiding spot. 

         Narrowing his eyes at the sight of the second fence that would block their next move, the night vision his species was gifted worth came in handy as he took note of all the guards lurking around one particular entrance. ❝ South west. There’s six of them, ❞ he murmured, voice slipping like silk into the night air. Admittedly, he felt a surge of excitement run through him, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he watched Yifan’s expressions as he processed the information. 

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

         ❝ And this is why I thought it was a bad idea, ❞ JaeHwa murmured as he looked at his friend, a hand placed on his hip in a slightly effeminate manner as he chided the woman, head shaking and sending the long strands of  his hair flying back out of his face. ❝ Come sit down, ❞ he continued before motioning to the bench that was near by, his back already turning towards her as he headed towards it, waiting until she was sitting down to move to crouch and look at the long, ugly and unfortunately deep scratch on her calf. 

        ❝ You're lucky I carry around first aid stuff whenever we go out, ❞ He said with the slightest grin, to show that despite his scolding, he was still amused over what had happened to cause the accident. A backpack slide off his shoulder and he rummaged through it before pulling out some bandages, antibiotic lotion and some alcohol wipes. Ripping open the wipes, he cleaned the blood off that was running down the smooth skin of her leg, shushing her as she squirmed unhappily before gently dabbing on the lotion afterward.

        Eyes flickered upward to make sure she wasn't looking as he passed a hand lightly over the area, allowing a small trickle of his own magic to pass onto the skin, knowing that it would help keep the nasty looking scratch from scarring and ruining her flawless skin. He considered it a bit of a gift to her since her beauty was something he could appreciate in the same ways he appreciated the glittering of gems. Not to fail to mention, she also dealt with all his strange mannerisms without so much as a second thought.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

         It was amazing how the world slowed or speed up in times of danger. As if the living essences of the world was giving you the option to experience your life threatening situation either as slowly or as quickly as you would like. The funny thing was that it wasn't just when you were in danger - on lookers to tragedy always describe things as being ' all a blur ' or as if 'everything had slowed down '. Really, the cliche normally drown Valianthe insane until he found himself standing on the side walk, gaze widening as he experienced it.

          Car. Female. A speed that would inevitably only end in death if there wasn't intervention. It was almost as if he hadn't even thought, legs pushing himself off the curb of the concrete, body propelling itself towards the woman that was in the path of danger. It would have been a lie if he didn't admit to himself that his speed was probably suspiciously fast to the naked human eye, but in that moment, he doubted anyone would really look at it suspiciously.

          Arms wrapped themselves around the female's torso, lifting her up effortlessly, the whole world around him fuzzy as if his entire being was focused simply on getting the human out of the street. Hoisted now carefully in his arms, in what he thought, in hindsight, was called 'bridal style', the woman seemed as if she was in shock - which was helpful to him, truthfully. Long limbs moved rapidly, dashing out of the way of the car as a horn blared in the background, the air displacing around them at the narrowly missed collision. 

He’s hidden in a small corner of the cafe, focusing on the documents in front of him; it wasn’t until he was about to take a sip of his tea when he suddenly catches someone else’s gaze on him. “I don’t have anything on my face, do I?”