#celxvictoria

21 - My Muse will tell your muse what they are afraid of

Victoria’s question seemed surreal to the demon as the young man stared at her with some distrust. He had learned to not trust easily on people. Life taught him that in the worse possible way, not only through his parents but also some of his friends from the past. Life is always reckless when you are a teenager. Jackson wanted to have freedom and feel alive for the first time in his life. That obviously led him to troubles. The biggest mark in his past was his time with the gang. Because of it, not only he distanced himself from his brother, but he also got involved in a bank’s robbery. At the end of the day, the leader of the gang had pretended to kill his brother before he ran away to leave his partners in crime for their terrible fate. Not Jackson. As a sly fox, the dancer had pretended to be a victim of the robbery and nobody suspected of him. It was his salvation.

But there was a clear feeling inside of his chest in that day. 

Betrayal. Jackson would have done anything to help him. The young man had trusted them, but his so called ‘friends’ betrayed him without a second thought. In that day, the demon found a conclusion for his problem. It didn’t matter who they were and for how long they would be in his life, because in the end, they always leave him behind and they always prefer to save themselves before helping him. That’s the law of the jungle and with the passing years, Wang Jackson learned how important this was to keep himself alive in a world of vultures.

“Why do you want to know?” The demon finally asked her after a pause.

The woman shrugged her shoulders at his question. “Curiosity.”

Curiosity killed the cat.

After a moment or two, Jackson finally gave her a proper answer by simply saying: “Freedom.”

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

“Promise not to laugh when I tell you?” Victoria’s face scrunches up in a comical concerned expression. “No I won’t, promise.” Gdragon laughs. He likes this (at least Jiyong does), a hint of normalcy he hasn’t felt in a long time. Maybe he should rid off the heart he ripped off from some John Doe, it’s making him feeling all sappy and sentimental, ugh. “OK,” Victoria straightens her shoulders, “I’m only telling you because I trust you ok,” she stalls and stares at him, big brown orbs blinding the ginger-haired a bit. Gdragon gestures her to continue but then he suddenly doesn’t want her too. She’s starting to get emotionally invested, and the grin disappears slowly from his face. What she says next, he doesn’t anticipate and doesn’t dream of it, and his face almost falls completely. “I’m a hunter working in this organization and I locate angels and demons.” she spits out like word vomit, barely even breathing. 

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Chanyeol had been watching a few members of the Hunter Wing for a while and he had to admit that he was curious to test some of their abilities. He was such a good actor when it came to hiding his “condition” which they deemed as illness. What a harsh society, Chanyeol was just as normal as them, maybe even better, his voices dictated him and he smirked subtly each time he was in the dark, watching one or another. 

He had been exchanging a few words here and there with some of the members, but he never asked them to join him in his hunting missions. They could easily discover his hidden passion for murdering and that would lead to them realizing he wasn’t as “normal” as he portrayed. 

After receiving another missing from his higher-ups, he slowly made his way outside the building, his eye twitching as the endless side-effect of his schizophrenia medication. He waited outside, as he had spotted one of his fellow co-workers and decided to make them a little surprise. He hadn’t noticed their reactions in a while. It was a fun thing to do. 

His target this time was Song Qian. While the female was making her way outside of the building, he silently approached her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her petite frame and pressing their frames together, a subtle smirk been drawn across the line of his lips. He picked her up and spinned around with her once before placing her down. That must have truly been a: “Surprise.” he said on a playful tone, yet a silent voice, his lips close to her earlobe, his hands tightened around her frame for a moment, feeling her back firmly pressuring his back in the embrace. 

I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Jia crossed her legs inwards as she sat next to the tombstone that read “Song Qian.”

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“Heading out!” Jia called out to her parents who were either still sleeping or woke up because of her loud voice inside their room. Regardless, the young girl did not wait for their response, closed their room door, and left her home. Mornings when the sun hadn’t risen yet and the morning cool air seeped through her light clothing were mornings that Jia would rather die than pass up. Morning like those where the ones she thrived from, being the first ahead of the sun, rising first and living first. 

Jia is all about living and taking chances. There was no origin of when she began to have those types of ideals, it was as if the drive to move on was embedded in her already, growing bigger along with her. She drove her family crazy with her spontaneous ways, but they still let her do what she wanted. Jia was a free spirit from the start and there were none hat could really match her stamina, but it was until she met Qian where all of that changed.

Jia met Qian in one of these same mornings and she was the first person Jia had seen in such morning. It was strange for her, but Jia couldn’t be any happier. She approached Qian with confidence and was taken aback of how similar they were. They were both fearless and upfront. They would get each other and connect in a personal level. Jia grew so close to Qian that she couldn’t imagine her life without her. So many promises and future plans were made that Jia promised to accomplish with her. 

“Friends forever?”

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“Qian!!!” Jia screamed in front of her friend’s house, her hands close to her mouth. The situation had always been similar. It was either Jia screaming out Qian’s name or vise-versa. They were similar with that as well.

She placed her hands on her hips, tapping her foot on the dirt impatiently. Patience was never her strong point and her family worried that it never would be. Her parents would always tell her to ‘calm down’ or to ‘slow down,’ but Jia did not have the strength to do any of those things. Moving is what she was best at and that’s how she wanted to keep it.

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There was a small wooded area near one of Seoul’s bigger parks, and Zitao often frequented its trails when he needed to surround himself with nature. He had a favourite tree where he sat to read a book or do his homework. That’s where he was headed that day, a small bag slung over his shoulder as he breathed the air around him, listening to the sound of the birds.

As he neared the tree, he came to a stop, his brow creasing at the sight of what looked like...well blood on the path. It hadn’t soaked into the ground, but it didn’t look fresh either. Zitao didn’t know what to think, but if it was blood...then something had happened here. He only hoped it was the blood of some kind of animal.

Pulling one of the rings off his fingers, he clenched it tightly in his fist, prepared to fight if the moment came for it. He slipped into the bushes, carefully stepping off the path towards where the blood seemed to lead, though he was still unsure if it was even a good idea. His heart thudded in his chest as he continued to step through the bushes, twigs snapping noisily beneath his feet. He nearly tripped as he walked, gripping onto a tree to steady himself as he looked down to see what he had walked into --