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After a long day at work, the only thing that Mina could think was to head back home and take a very good and long nap before going back to her practices. Although with the amount of clients that day, her head started to demand a free afternoon instead. The young woman shook her head before dozing off again while walking, fortunately the coven was pretty close. A smile was drawn in her face as she looked at her surroundings, good weather, enough to cheer up a tiny bit-- That was until she stopped her tracks suddenly.

A few meters away, on one of the many trees of that path there was a tall young man, she continued her way and the closer she walked the better view she had. Mina did recognized his face, probably walking around the coven itself, he was neither a stranger nor a friend. Besides seeing that crazy amount of tattoos did left an impact on anyone, specially here in Korea.

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The sun had just begun to disappear into the shadows, taking the chaos of the morning with it. It was a physically taxing day; the journey to find the others had not stopped for Momo and Kana. Another failed quest to search, and she knew this frustrated her witch to no end. This, needless to say, worried Momo. Her mistress’s disappointment, Momo never says, resonates within her -- she knew Kana would never blame her for anything, but a voice inside her head told her that she was supposed to be good at finding things, so why did it not apply to people?

It was then that Momo had decided to relax and seek solace, and the sounds of the early nighttime accompanied her soft footsteps against the cool grass. Her mistress’s gardens were breath-taking, only filed with the finest types of flora that she had no name for, and the peace called to her. Clad in a scarf wrapped around her shoulders, her comfortable nightclothes and slippers, Momo absently tread the lush green landscape, enjoying the scent of nature and each different flower. Granted, her sense of smell was not as enhanced as it was in her fox form, but the view from the top as a woman made up for it.

She stretched her hands above her head and yawned, unashamed of her current vulnerability. She was by herself, enjoying her quiet time, but somehow Momo tripped over a branch and her foot landed squarely on something... squishy. 

he’s not exactly looking for another guy, but the more people he’s introduced to, the more he comes to feel like he might just be the only one around so far. or at least he hopes it’s so far and this is not the way it is going to be for the rest of time. because maybe he can deal with kana alongside yerin, but he’s pretty sure he’s not going to make friends with all of these girls.

long haired, short haired, pretty faced, ugl- no, most of them are pretty, admittedly. must be a witch thing. then again, there are familiars there too. must be a magic thing, then. which finally explains his own astonishingly good looks too.

the thought brings a small, amused little grin to his face that remains throughout the next few introductions, but he’s happy enough to let people think he’s smiling because of meeting them rather than his very own thoughts.

then suddenly, the seemingly endless stream of girls is interrupted by a quite different face. his focus is instantly entirely on the person opposite him and the slight grin he wore widens into a bigger one automatically as his eyes take in the male that now stands before him. he’s not usually one to be this delighted at meeting another person, but there’s a first time for everything, and this is certainly one of those times.

“hi there,” he says, grin still wide, tone of voice happy and almost relieved in a way. “here i was thinking i was going to meet nothing but girls for the rest of my life. thanks for saving me from that horrorshow.” he grins even wider - if that were even remotely possible - and reaches out a hand to the guy.

kana stumbles on the unsteady sands of the beach, the winds tugging on her gentle enough not to cause her too much damage-- or at least, not nearly as much impairment as the alcohol in her system does, the delicious toxic steaming through her veins, hot and emboldening, livening her posture and the gleams in her eyes. she is a star tonight, burning and falling all over herself, bright and cascading at all her angle, the light shining through her parted lips, her glowing skin, the way she is all giggles and reaching hands, her fingers clasping around whoever is within her perimeter in hugs or kisses or cuddles. she is little more than a teddy bear tonight, even as her natural power pulses around her, thrumming.

this time, the person who gets caught in the circumference of her atmosphere is junho, her favored son, her darkened prince, lacking in charm perhaps but reminiscent enough for the moment to her; she nearly doubles but reaches for his tall frame, her long, thin arms draping around his shoulders the way a ship anchor latches onto the shore and drags the boat towards dry land. she’s chuckling of course, amused by herself and way he looks tonight even though it’s nothing quite out of the ordinary, her mood soaring and jubilant.

three years ago

high heels click against the harkening of darkness, the evening settling in like a shroud above the world, so eager to drown itself for a few moments of peace, for a few inches of bliss, and while kana could breed earthquakes in her wake, rouse the streets and sidewalks into a wilding frenzy, infect each step with the howling of her own atmosphere, the hurricanes in her blood, she has already seen the err in that approach. warned enough by the trickling of her mirrors, the beacon of life gleaming in the corners of her crystals, each glint begging for a softer hand, a careful hand, the shimmering light of her vision holding fast to the necessity of care, of gentility, of velveteen palms and honeyed words.

she’s been tracking a particular familiar for some time now, a powerful one, although whether they know the extent of their powers is still a question, but has proven unsuccessful in the cold, in the winter bite that scratches against her bones, wisps of snow tickling the 4am air, but tonight, tonight she’d finally seen it. a path she knew they would stop in, curl up and shiver, bleed out prayers and invocations, not to any god, not to any holy altar, but to the stars, to the mother moon, to the aching blackness of the sky, just as dark and haunting as kana’s own heart, and it is kana’s heart that replies. it is her eyes that seek, her fingers that brush the branches away, the empty park spewing out in all directions, filled with trees and shadows she pays no heed to; her mission thunders through her veins, her despair guiding each step.

when she finds them, long and lean and spiraled up against the biting winds, she stops short, crouching down immediately, her hand outstretched, her thoughts pinned to the shading, the color, the shape and form; how absolutely beautiful. lithe and black as nyx’s skirts, black as secrets, black as balance, the snake coils in the grass, but she is not fooled by its appearance or its show of distrust, unperturbed by its unsettling size and threatening nature; she knows she is the only one who can reach them. they are of the same ancestry, long, long ago, the same infused histories, the same imbibed curses.