#astraeignis

Lapis Lazuli: Its deep, celestial blue remains the symbol of royalty and honor, gods and power, spirit and vision. It is a universal symbol of wisdom and truth.

“If you want me to tell you the truth, just ask.” Niragi shrugged as if it was no big deal to spill that he was a hitman for the mafia, that he regularly hurt and killed others for bosses that barely knew he was alive. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed, not even worried they would say something to the authorities. “Yes, I killed him. He had a big mouth.” And it was as simple and as complicated as that. The guy was an informant, someone that had once been a trusted ally but had taken a little bit of power and ran with it; he wanted to be the big boss, wanted to run everything, and was willing to sacrifice anyone he could to get it.

That simply wouldn’t do.

So Niragi killed him and dropped his body over the edge of a pier for the sharks.

the thump of the bass reverberates across the bar, startling her heartbeat into the same aggressive rhythm; that could just be the drugs she’d taken though. pupils blown and with raucous laughter, Barbie is having the absolute time of her life. every moment is another one to spend in the arms of happiness while she casually ignores the pulling at her chest and the crashing wave of depression that threaten to drown her if she lets up for even a moment. ignorance is bliss, is it not? that’s why drugs find their way to her hands night after night so she can ignore the ghosts who are desperately vying for her attention...as if she can help them in their shady after life. 

absolutely not. she only has one focus at that moment and it is the high that is rushing through her frame right at that moment. though there are people who might be rather cross to find her already so faded but she doesn’t care. not when she’s busy swaying to the music on the top of the bar, earning grins from the bartenders and loud shouts from the patrons. she is the life of the party because it makes up from the death and the pain that surrounds her at any given moment. head whipping from side to side as she gives into the abandon that threatens to consume her. this is where she likes to be; free of responsibility and care as she lets herself do whatever she wants. 

but even in the haze of her high, even with the deafening cheer of people when the song ends and she almost doubles over in laughter, she can still see him. it’s an accident when metal colored hues land on him from across the room but she cannot deny that’s hojoon. she has to vaguely wonder if she had told him she would do a job for him or if she had avoided him since the last time but she can hardly grasp the memories. they slip past her fingers like water, dripping from her fingertips (but that just might be the drink in her hand). he’ll see her up here and she knows as much but she doesn’t scramble to get down. 

instead she keeps dancing, her view high above the others as she catches his eye for a moment. it’s completely impulsive but she brings her hand to her lips and presses a soft kiss to it, smearing her red lipstick before she makes a great show of blowing it at him. the crowd below her erupts, as if she had done it for them but she’s sure Hojoon will know. a not so subtle wink follows a smirk before she’s turning her attention away from him again and to the adoring crowd below her. 

She really should have planned this better. 

Instead, here she is, stumbling back to the front of the store with her arms full of pots. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to grab six of them, considering she only really needs two for her display. It had seemed like a smart idea to stack them inside of another in an effort to carry them, but her little arms can only take so much of the weight; as it is, they’re already starting to ache. 

If she drops any of these, she just might die right there. Never mind having to pay for the damages, there are too many people around to witness that much embarrassment. 

@astraeignis​​ asked: “ i never really cared about impressing anyone until i met you . ” (from junran bc why not, right?)

the art of domesticity

< for namgi >

hyejung clung onto the brown file she had been given back in her kingdom, pulling out the information to scan the details once more. lee minho. 33. royal guard for princess yoo hyejung. time of death: 20:22. cause of death: a blunt object being struck to the head and asphyxiation. hyejung delved in between the lines again: blunt object being struck to the head. how did they determine that it was a blunt object that had struck into his head if there was no indent? hyejung had examined the body before crossing over into the parallel universe, something she got used to over the course of time. the girl made sure to wear outfits that didn’t make her stand out like a sore thumb -- if anything, other individuals dressed better than she did due to the interest of fashion that was on the rise in this world. whatever. as long as people didn’t question her own presence because there were no records that appeared the last time police did a background check on her.

standing outside of a funeral home, she replaced the brown file with a white file that she had obtained at a local police station. it took a few strings to pull, luckily one of the friends she made friends with in this universe was working there, they succeeded to retrieve the information hyejung needed when she introduced the file from corea. taking a glance at the funeral home, she readies herself for the next step and enters-- walking towards the receptionist.