#ccnamjoon

@ccnamjoon

Liv had been on her way to the dojo to look at another training led by Sword Master Ryuji when all of a sudden she could feel the more of familiar feeling of magic being used. Immediately halting in her steps she allowed her senses to guide her. Slowly glancing around, while she stood on the sidewalk, her grip on her handbag tightened ever so slightly. The only indication that she was on edge. Eyes landing on a tall guy who stood at the opposite side of the street and who was the source of the magic she had felt, she realized he stood only a couple of steps away from the dojo. Before she could do something though, all of a sudden her attention got pulled by a cry in absolute horror.

Looking for the source Liv spotted one of those typical high-society elderly women, who was all dressed up in expensive designer clothes and had a chihuahua in her purse, who was holding a big pluck of her own dark hair in her hand. Doing nothing, Liv witnessed how the woman left out more cries of horror and pleas for it to stop or for someone to help her as her hands went through her beautiful silk hair. But every time she did so, the only thing the woman managed to do was tangling more of her hair into her hands and thus pulling it out of her head. Realizing it was a prank, a magical induced prank, because she had felt the surge of magic before, Liv’s attention turned back to the tall male she had spotted at the other side of the street. Not being able to instantly see him, Liv crossed the street in hopes of finding him.

@ccnamjoon

he felt kind of awkward, but it was something common enough for him to act like nothing was happening. except, a lot of things were happening. he could almost feel the words traveling inside his brain, filling it with a million thoughts and then some more. seungjoon had definitely talked to one of them before, but such direct conversations always made his heart pound a little faster.

what should he ask? were there touchy subjects he shouldn’t dare commenting about? what if he ended up dead?

too many silly things to think about. he knew namjoon, after all, and it wasn’t some sort of nerve-racking blind date. they’d just chat like good friends. there was nothing to worry about, no matter what his brain tried to say. “w-what?” someone nearby broke his daze, and it was only after the drink was sat in front of him that seungjoon remember what was happening in the real world. “thank you!” the waitress walked away, leaving him with eager fingers heading towards the glass.

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sejeong didn’t want to be the one to distract him, to ruin his concentration while focusing on his painting. all she could do was sit a few steps behind a nearby bench that was conveniently placed where he sat in order to paint. she wasn’t all so sure about what had given him inspiration, even after following his gaze back there and she even wanted to ask. 

she does sense a certain feel of magical energy that surrounds both of them and she understands that cards have interests too, a life and all that with a good sense for minding her own business kind of. sejeong was mesmerized by his painting almost, as if she could see herself talking to him about a potential shared interest. he liked to paint? well, she liked to draw in her notebook with a pencil which was slightly different almost but it was still art.

he wasn’t causing trouble for anyone, at least but that wasn’t what was going on.