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in which tonight’s target is almost too nostalgic, it almost feels like the task is no longer clandestine. except it is, and for selfish reasons he harbours certain hopes that this will work out. adrift are the thoughts that line the seams of his youth, hollowed by certain someone’s departure even when he insisted on proffering the shelter that the other did not have back then. seeing the reports from the private investigator hired, it also seems that nowadays, this specific someone also hasn’t altered his fate either, but seoyoon digresses. he believes that this is an opportunity for the both of them to coalesce again, with him providing jungshik with what he deserves. or so he believes, if this truly goes through. for that, he’s waited for the night to slither, the late hours more befitting for the mission to be carried out.

he’s the mastermind behind the schemes, after all. however, this time it’s almost paradoxical. he has a feeling that he doesn’t need one to face jungshik. an old friend... if he could even call them such— tonight’s incisor is to sink deep enough into the flesh of this reverie: one that he’s been entertaining since years and years ago, of the boy that crashed in his house, on his couch. this does not seem like an alternative for him, naught if not a promise towards himself. thus, finding jungshik again within the inception’s radar leaves him a rather pleasant surprise, and this moment, as he scans the café jungshik often frequents, he locates the broad shoulders slouched on the long table facing the street. the full-length glass window offers them a sense of solace, and as he sinks into the seat next to jungshik’s, he doesn’t look at the now all grown-up boy. instead, he looks straight towards the cars passing them by, the pace almost sluggish to his liking. “tonight is... kind of slow, isn’t it?” he asks, still not facing jungshik. he wonders if jungshik still remembers him after over a decade. 

ever since seunghwa had    officially    become her son  and even before then   ,  ianthina had always been wary of    unknown    people lurking around her home .   didn’t matter if they were mortals or immortals  ---   if they were there without her constant  ,  they were a danger .  didn’t matter either if they were old and young  ;  especially if she found them lurking in the night like criminals .   that’s how ian was at this very moment as a normally long night at work had been cut down  .  normally , she would be back in the crack of dawn  but tonight’s case wasn’t that .   she knew seunghwa was out  ;  lao had told her that he was going to take the youth out for some food .  probably came from the fact that probably neither one of them wanted to cook and she couldn’t deny that it warmed her heart when her two kids got along .   with that in mind , she knew they wouldn’t be back home anytime soon .   the last thing she had expected was to see a shadow making it’s way up the tree that stood proud towards seunghwa’s room .       that’s when she yelled out for the unknown male’s attention ;   blocking     any source of escape from her backyard .   eyes were hard  ,  narrow and fury danced in her vein as the scent of humans lingered in the air but also carried hints of her son  in the air  . maybe it was time to get a guard dog  --- probably ask jackson for a hound or two .   

mornings are the bane of his existence even when he’s supposed to already have got used to the pace years ago. the rhythmic needs for basal adrenaline are long-forgotten even when technically his body cells regenerate faster than normal humans; according to the research, he shouldn’t need that much rest, but still… he wakes up after seven hours, feeling groggy all the time. perhaps the lethargy is more mental than physical, but he’d blame it on the time of the day either way. brandishing a cup of coffee he took away from the nearby cafe he frequents daily, he enters through the back door after parking his car on the designated parking spot, avoiding the unnecessary displays of courtesy exhibited by those mostly older than him. being twenty-three, the role as a ceo doesn’t dawn on him just yet, even after three years. what an odd feeling—

he forces himself back to reality, watching where he’s heading as he saunters towards the elevator. there should be a short briefing before he goes about his day. it should not feel elongated, today’s schedules, but he’ll never know. all the competence his teams continuously exhibit often renders him rather useless, just seated in his office taking care of… other things. that might be the case if nothing major that needs swift decision-making processes happen, so he doesn’t need to rush. he enters the elevator after greeting and bowing to several people, respecting those older than him despite his status. when he’s about to close the door and enjoy the scenery from the glass elevator shooting up to the highest level of the skyscraper, he’s stopped by someone. a new face. he recalls that there might be some interviews going on today to fill in some of the vacant spots left by two employees recently, one of them being none other than his personal assistant.

teaching couple dances with idols and background dancers are, perhaps, one of the more.. interesting types of work divali has done. mostly because it either goes three ways: 1) the backup dancer and idol are both professional 2) the backup dancer is newer and fangirls a little too obviously, making things awkward and 3) the idol is shy or uncomfortable with a couple dance, usually on the sexier side. 

divali really hopes its the first option. things will be so much easier. 

glancing around her studio as she awaits the arrival of the two, she does a quick check. water and towels neatly on the side with the stereo. mirrors and floors are clean and the sign on this particular room has been changed to notify others not to disturb. perfect. 

xx // accepting

things had happened so quickly. she’d heard of her family’s palace being taken over, her adoptive parents subdued by the same forces after her. parker had known it was bound to happen, that the attack was meant to draw her back to her home and where she’d easily be captured, but she was steadfast in her mission to rid the world of the dastardly stone tucked away into one of her endless pockets. <

she hasn’t told kyungjae of the news, doesn’t know if she should. every time she thinks of her home she sees red. a red sky, a red river, castle floors stained with red, red throats, red gazes, red. she holds her head in her hands, a silent scream escaping her as she curls in on herself, but then she rises. she reminds herself she can’t give kyungjae any reason to doubt her strength, he’d nearly left her behind before, but she’d refused to listen and what had transpired next was nothing short of abnormal.

back in her home, parker had been so busy with royal duties and her own side hobbies that she’d never paid much attention to men. her parents had always told her inevitably she’d have to settle, that as a member of the royal family it was only natural,  but she’d never considered herself to be truly a part of the heads of the country, merely an outsider who’d been brought in. parker had heard the whispers on the streets about her, had listened to the sneers and nasty rumors. she told herself she didn’t care what others thought, but deep down, they chipped away at her heart. unlike others in her world, her ability to manipulate blood made her an anomaly, something akin to a monster.

she finds herself on the balcony of the hotel they’d purchased a few nights at, and she leans on the railing, her arms hanging off and her hair gently drifting in the breeze. the bags under her eyes are much more obvious in the morning sunlight and when she hears the door click signaling kyungjae’s return she sighs to herself and turns her head slightly to gaze at him from outside. parker wants to keep her own secrets, but she finds them always tumbling out once she’s with him, and she imagines with what had transpired a few nights ago they’d slip out more frequently. he made her feel safe. 

“hey.” she greets when he finally joins her on the balcony, her hand rising in a short wave, her fingertips black from when she’d used the stone most recently, the ends of the black slowly dissipating away. she expects many things from kyungjae, a hello back, a question of whether or not she slept okay, but she doesn’t expect what comes out of his mouth next.

in a moment her relaxed facade is shattered and she knows her cheeks are probably dusted a gentle pink. she turns to face him with wide eyes, one hand still resting on the balcony reeling as if to steel herself, her knuckles turning white.

“i— what? what does that have to do with anything?” but it has to do with everything. they’d kissed, they’d crossed a boundary but parker wasn’t sure herself what to call it nor who’d toed the line first. she’d been more than a willing partner in their exchange but it was all new to her. it was strange.

“no i’m not dating anyone. i wouldn’t have— we wouldn’t have. well, y’know.” she can’t quite meet his gaze, her cheeks now burning a bright red. her free hand fiddles with her clothing, anything to keep it occupied. a breeze picks up, leaves that had landed on the deck swirling around them, a by product of her embarrassment and inability to calm herself down.

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🐋 - Share a Weird/funny story?

When I was younger -- and living on the east coast of the US -- I would go camping a lot with my friends and our families. There was one campsite we went to in West Virginia that had a lake we could all swim in. My friends and I met another kid and we all started playing together in the water, having a really good time. At one point, I think we were playing Marco Polo and I was standing in the shallow end of the swimming area hiding from whoever was ‘it’. Suddenly there’s a sharp tug on my swim suit bottoms. I turn to look over my shoulder and this little girl is literally BITING MY ASS. When she let go -- I shit you not, I can still see her face even now -- she was grinning up at me. At that point, I went into shock and couldn’t move, started shaking, etc. My friends came to help me as quickly as they could and tried pulling the girl away from me and got me to my parents.  After that, my parents went to the girl’s family and, from what they’ve told me, the family was from the backwoods and apparently didn’t care their daughter had done what she did. Now as an adult, if I go swimming anywhere, I always have shorts on over top my bottoms.

🎮 - Favorite video game(s)?

Up until 2015, it was World of Warcraft. After 2015? Witcher 3.

🍦 - Favorite ice cream flavor?

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​🍌  :  is  my  muse  inclined  to  help  others,  or  will  they  only  do  it  when  it  benefits  them,  if  at  all  ?  what  makes  them  this  way  ?  has  it  ever  gotten  them  into  trouble,  or  inconvenienced  them  ?