#ashbound

Ship art of Victoria Valentine and Atlas Bellgrave from by DND story Ashbound. Regular untinted under the cut.

      ❛ You keep this up you're going to break every bone in your face one day. ❜

plot: zombie apocalypse au. our muses are part of the same group of survivors but the leader and his followers are going (a lot) insane so our muses are considering escaping. That means they’ve got to escape both from humans and zombies... And they aren’t sure who are the worst ones here. 

The mall had long been abandoned and its several stores that contained useful resources such as clothes and electronic devices and nonperishable food had quickly become the base camp for a group of survivors that was located in Seoul. Gureum had just been lucky to bump into them while they were running away from a small group of living dead; they had saved their life and offered them a safe place without much hesitation. It had probably been because Gureum wasn’t the most threatening person aliveㅡ Which they definitely were right about, although it was important to note that they had learned how to use a gun over the course of the past few weeks, with Junghwa’s help. 

Their boots didn’t make much noises on the second floor of the mall where the “private quarters” were located. Privacy didn’t mean much anymore in this chaotic world. The best thing to do at this point was to not think for one second about everything they had lost. Gureum’s fingers carefully pushed aside the bed sheet they had tied from one side to the other side of a former restaurant they had turned into a place to share with their friend. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked. 

Hair on the back of her neck stood up on end.

Slow, deliberate steps, careful as she felt this feeling wash over her. Like someone had dumped a bucket of water in her head. It was something she couldn’t place and it made her uneasy. A strange sense of dejavu that raised red flags in her mind, there was danger here.Red robes rippled in the light wind, it pulled strands of hair from the high ponytail, sent them fluttering along the moving lines of air.

Was she paranoid?

Out of instinct, she reached out, closed her eyes for just a moment and focused. The deep red and silver hilt materialised in her hand, the blade formed, silver with red inlay, the red swirling flame running up the center of the short sword to its tip. Raising it, she held it in front of her, defensive posture as if she was waiting for something to come out of the blue, an ambush of sorts. The blade quietly ignited, a shimmer of red energy running up the sword before it burst into translucent flame. At least the flame would help keep her warm, maybe run off the chill that hung in the hair.

               ❝ what did you do this time? ❞ hyunwoo asks with a frown when he spots a new bruise blossoming on junghwa’s face. there’s not much he can do for a bruise, beyond putting some arnica ointment on it and sending him home with some anti-inflammatories, but he still feels the need to fuss over him regardless. ❝ you know you don’t have to get beaten up just to come and see me, right? ❞

She liked watching people; they hardly noticed and it was a good way to pass the time when she had nothing better to do. It would surprise people, Lin Ming thought, to know how much of surviving on the streets was filling time until the next day. Most of the people on the street were as unremarkable as she was and therefore not quite as interesting to make up stories about.

But this person was different.