#athousandhiddenrealms

It had been too long since the two of them had been able to have any kind of alone time, and Touka had missed it dearly. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her children; Ichika and Seto were her pride and joy. It was more that from time to time, she needed some tie with her husband - no interruptions. It had taken some time to plan with Tsukiyama and Hide, but the Ghoul Queen had finally gotten a three day weekend where the two uncles would take care of the children, leaving Touka with some very much needed time for just she and Ken. She had gone to a lingerie store and had a custom piece made just for her, a beautiful black and dark blue babydoll that fit her perfectly. 

Ken had gone to run errands, Hide had picked up the kids and Touka had set the mood with some candles, changing and settling on the couch, reading a book as she waited for her husband to get home. 

Minho loved art shows, and the fact that he had won the honor of having six of his own pieces shown in one had the naga excited as he walked the gallery. So many beautiful pieces were together, and as Minho found his way to the section where his own art was to be displayed, he paused in front of his favorite - a beautiful mountain lake at night done in purple tones, sakura blossoms on the wind. He was carrying his glass of soda, not big on alcohol. He happened to glance down, pausing as he spotted a bid no the art, eyes wide as he looked around in surprise.

Jae had finished choreo practice and during the break, he had gone to find Yoochan, who was in his office for an odd chance. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment, giving a smile when he heard permission and entered. “Hey, Yoochan.” he greeted as he walked in. “I have a favor to ask.”

Daeshim had weekly visits to the local recreation center to swim for a few hours. It had started when he was younger, going through chemo. The doctors had encouraged him to swim as a form of hydrotherapy. It had stuck with him, and he made sure to keep up with it because as a kid, swimming had given him a sense of freedom. The people at the center knew him well enough to not even ID him these days, and when he showed up more than once they gave concerned looks, but didn’t ask. This week was one of those weeks, when Daeshim needed the extra day of swimming. He went to change, locking the locker and moving to the pool. He slid into the pool, letting his body adjust to the cooler temperature of the water before he began to work some laps in, falling into the freestyle with ease as he swam.

It had been some time since Subin had last been able to see the ocean, and he had worked hard for almost a year to get the vacation time. He had invited his brother and sister, who had agreed. They had all decided to go swimming today and Subin had just left the water to get something to drink from their ice chest of water and sodas. They had brought a barbecue pit and Subin was planning on cooking some burgers and sausages after he had cooled off some. He moved to sit on one of the massive towels, sipping his drink as he watched his brother and sister. “The beach is so nice.” he mused, mostly to himself than to anyone else.

➻ ➻      Ciel was no fool. For centuries, he had lived and faked his death to keep from being caught on to, mobing around the world to various mansions and manors so he was never in a ppace kore than a decade or so. Sebastian was always at his side, the two forever bound in a contract that could never truly be fulfilled. They had made a good thing from it, though. Forever stuck looking in his early twenties, the former noble had watched worlds come and go. The one thing that he could always count on, though, was Sebastian. While Ciel himself had loosened up, become more peasantly (learning to cook alone had been a disaster of a decade, but he could at least make the basics thanks to the older demon), he had also allowed himself many indulgences, even enjoyed himself openly with the tragedy of his past so far behind him. Sebastian was an exceptional lover, but the two were hardly exclusive. They had even shared a few lovers over their centuries together. Ciel was a submissive when it came to Sebastian, despite still being able to order the other demon around. A new acquaintance Ciel had met through a new underworld connection had suggested some lingerie that would look nice on him, and Ciel had secretly purchased some. The internet was a blessing like that, one of many things Ciel was inherently glad he got to see develop. He had gone out hunting for a fling, not wanting to bother Sebastian too much, but he found no one that caught his eye in the slightest. It was distressing in a way, because Ciel was certain the older demon could find what he needed with ease, but there were times when only Sebastian could satisfy the need in Ciel. Sighing, the noble gave up and returned home, moving to find the stash of special lingerie he had ordered, slipping into the pale blue lace and putting on the matching collar with aquamarine stones that he'd found and gotten if he ever truly wanted to use the lingerie. The colors were a contrast on his gently tanned skin, the complexion just dark enough to bring out the blue of the fabric that covered him. Ciel had perched himself on the small couch in his bedroom, feigning nonchalance with a book as he called for Sebastian, hoping he would be tempting enough for the demon to ravish him.

Kona had been skiing for years, but he'd wanted to learn snow boarding. The little vacation with Heechul and Taiyou had taken months of planning, and he was excited to finally try and work on snowboarding because the ones who had held him back weren't around to tell him no anymore. Heechul and Taiyou were better than anyone else in his life, and the only worry he had was whether he and Taiyou’s cats had been fed, but Taiyou’s brother was well ahead of that, stopping in four or five times a day to check on the felines. So Kona was looking at various boards in one of the shops, trying to pick the best one for him, humming softly to himself as he looked.

➻ ➻ ➻       Daeshim loved his cosplays, but sometimes finding the right color dye or paint was a bane to his existence. So he was currently squatting among the various dyes, trying to find mone that fit for the current costume he was making. He frowned a little, picking up one of the greens to examine it closer. "This might work, but I'd probably have to dye four or five times to get the color right." He murmured to himself as he turned the bottle over in his hand.