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✶ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ⌗ @cagedb1rd SENT : 🔗 !! ❛ ⁽ SENDING " 🔗 " = 3 OR MORE POTENTIAL PAIRINGS ! ⁾

─ 𝓜USES I'D SEND TOWARDS : ✶ ⁽ 𝚃AE 𝚈OOJIN ⁾ !! ` ꒰ ✱ ꒱ = ESPECIALLY INTERESTED

✱ — COSETTE LAURENT: psychic, she / hers, bisexual, 28.

✱ — CECILY NOVÄK : vampire, she / hers, bisexual, 700+.

— MARILYN VALCOUR : serial killer, she / hers, bisexual, 52.

✱ — DAHLIA LECOSTA : con artist, she / hers, bisexual, 26.

— RAMONA " ROMY " LUX: dancer, she / theirs, bisexual, 26,

@cagedb1rd / prompt

thank you so much!! i honestly have never played a day of hsr KVFNDVD i just watched videos of the story up to a certain point but i lost interest after they forgot she existed so 😭 but thank you, i'm glad you like my fucked up jellyfish... i'm excited to write together too so please let me know if you'd ever want to discuss something! i love what i've seen of yoojin so far so nothing would make me happier!

yoojin ( @cagedb1rd ) said, "Let me in."

the  worst  that  can  happen  has  already  happened.  gold-stained  eyes  have  glimpsed  the  depths  of  existence  and  now  peek  out  from  behind  a  slim  gap  between  aged  wood  and  the  door’s  frame.  unknowable  things  linger  in  the  depths,  in  the  back  of  a  mind  already  worn  tediously  thin,  and  now  ??  a  horror  arrives  at  the  inn  room,  loitering  about  but  not  quite  committing  to  entry.  maybe  permission  is  needed.  maybe  the  half-cracked  door  is  enough  of  a  warning,  an  objection.  

the  bones  of  his  knuckles  stain  the  thin  skin  blanketing  them  white  with  the  force  of  his  hold  on  the  door’s  cusp.  unease  pools  in  his  gut,  mingling  with  flat  soda  and  the  remnants  of  yesterday’s  dinner.  he  does  not  get  visitors.  he  does  not  get  friendly  faces  showing  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  the  blaring  message  of  ‘3  A.M’  on  the  analog  clock  beside  his  bed  far  from  lost  on  him.  it  stays  in  his  peripheral  as  a  blurry  neon  red.  

❪  🐺  ❫　⸻　@cagedb1rd.

@cagedb1rd:  [  wash  ]  sender  helps  wash  dried  blood  off  of  receivers  face.

⋮ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  Kindness  had  never  been  something  Son  O  Gong  responded  kindly  too.  Or,  maybe  he  had,  but  that  had  been      so  long  ago      it  had  become  easier  to  forget  the  feeling  entirely,  rather  than  entertain  the  idea  that  you      missed  it.      Missed  someone  telling  you  that  you're  okay,  that  what  you  did  was  enough  and  that  you  couldn't  have  done  more.  There's      always  more      he  could  have  done.  It's  the  story  of  his  life  at  this  point.

Why  didn't  you  do  more  Son  O  Gong?  What  makes  you  The  Great  Sage?

A  hand  comes  up  to      swat  hers      away  from  his  face,  along  with  the  cloth  she  was  using  to      clean  the  blood      from  his  face.  Only  trying  to  help,  but  when  was  the  last  time  anyone  helped  him  without  wanting  something  in  return?  That  moment,  also  one  that  had  been      long  lost      to  the  past  by  now.  ❝Stop  that.❞  The  command  comes  curt  and  short.  A  sigh  as  he  looked  to  the  cloth      disgarded  to  the  floor      but  reached  to  pick  it  up  all  the  same.  ❝I  don't  need  help.❞

“I’m not looking for heroism”, he counters back. His voice is heavy with gravel, rough from Firepox in his youth – he wears a hat, the crow head of his cane concealed in his gloved palm. “Heroism is for romance books and dreamers. I’m looking for someone who can do the job. Can you, or can you not?” He doesn’t care for heroes – for do-gooders. Kaz Brekker is not a good man – he knows what he is and wouldn’t attempt to change it. But he needs this team, and he needs a healer to succeed.

inbox prompts stuff from my sweeties, always, always, accepting!  ˎˊ˗