#celxyerim

my character will give yours a gift

Jia knocked on Yerim’s door with a few books in hand. When the girl opened the door, Jia smiled and raised the couple of books in her hand. “May I come in?” 

celxyerim

Last night, Hansol dreamed of the stars again.

This wasn’t new, though. Many have been the times where he dreams of looking at the twinkling dots above him, seeing the spectacular colors of the sky and sometimes he could just feel the clouds between his fingers.

Last night’s dream was different, though. Not unpleasant, just..different. Someone was with him, he remembers. He also remembers the laugh of said person in his ear, making him feel giddy himself. And most of all, he remembers feeling the soft carresses on his hand, making him feel sparks on his skin and warm all around.

He remembers pointing to a rather bright star, and telling the person next to him, “Do you see that star right there? Look at it when you feel lonely, I’ll be looking at it too.” It was quite cheesy and even he realized it. The person just laughed, and replied something. But that, he didn’t remember what.

That morning Hansol wakes up disoriented, flustered, and lonely. It’s as if he hadn’t wanted to wake up, he could’ve stayed in that dream forever.

Instead of going back to sleep he receives a call from his boss, telling him he needs Hansol. Since there was nothing  else to to do, he accepts to go  and starts getting ready.

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

♖:Having their hair washed by your muse

Yerim’s hair was softer than silk between his fingers as he did his best to get the gum out of her hair. Isabella had gotten a little so excited to see her friend and the rubbery substance ended up embedding itself in Yeri’s beautiful locks. “I really am sorry, sweetie,” he sad to her, pulling small bits of the gum from her hair. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours.

The blood ceased to stop, the redness tainting the purity of the water that pooled around the two. Everything had happened all to fast. One moment Hana had been eating her breakfast, smiling at the young waitress she’d grown accompanied to seeing every Wednesday, and the next the windows imploded, shattering as a small scuffle escalated into a fiery fight. 

Their strength, their powers, their glowing dark eyes flashed before Hana when she realized just what was happening. Ducking to avoid the body flung in her direction, Hana’s first impulse was to evacuate the humans still within the restaurant. Her eyes caught Yerim’s gaze, and without needing to exchange words, they’d gotten to work. Hana focused her energy on manipulating the water particles within the glasses, shattering its containment as water flowed onto the floor. Manipulating the water particles, she concentrated on using her hydrokinetic abilities to ebb frightened people towards the exit, all the while attempting to yell over the commotion to catch the attention of those she couldn’t reach. 

When the building seemed to have been evacuated, Hana had just been about to flee when she noticed the limp body struggling to move. Blood seemed to encompass Yerim. Blood seemed to flow from her vessel, as if life was slowly being drained from within her. Rushing forth, and calling the water towards her, Hana desperately tried to heal the other. But it was already too late. She could feel the severity of Yerim’s wounds, she could feel her life slowly draining away – she was a step too late. 

Hana couldn’t save her, but she could grant her just a little bit more time. And so she stripped the other’s leather gloves from her hands and held it tightly with hers. “take it – this is my last gift to you…” Hana whispered, closing her eyes as she remembered, concentrated, taking herself and hopefully the other to the tranquil ocean shores. A young girl stood atop a large rock protruding from the depths of the ocean, arms spread apart as the seagulls circled her in song. Her arms was spread apart as she did a twirl before jumping into the warm confines of the ocean, dolphins and encircling her small body as she became one with the sea. Serenity enveloped her as she gradually made her way to the surface, peaking above the waves as the warmth of the sun rested on her cheeks and she lay there motionless – feeling simple happiness.

“I said that’s mine.”

The demon insisted, while looking at the ice cream the young woman had inher hands. This was exactly why he hated these type of prepayment services. Theyalways asked the customers which flavors they wanted and how they would wanttheir ice cream. Then they always asked for people to pay for the servicewithout getting the ice cream first. This was wrong, especially when there wasa chance that someone would claim your ice cream as theirs and steal it fromyou. That was exactly what was happening to Jackson right now.

His dark eyes were on the ice cream, even if his mind was somewhere else.

“I ordered chocolate, mint andbubblegum.”

Jackson snapped at her, finally raising his eyes to the young woman infront of him. The demon had clearly seen the multicolored aspect of the icecream flavor from the top of the cup. It was his bubblegum ice cream. The other flavors were hidden by it, buthe was convinced that this was her ice cream.

She was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to explain something to him.However, the demon didn’t have time to listen to her. People shouldn’t try tostep between him and his food. This was something that it should never happen,because he could be pretty reckless about it.

In this moment, Jackson could blame his demoniac soul from taking over hisbody and raising his temper to the top, but it was useless. Even before sharinghis body with a demon, the man already had a short temperament. Narrowing hiseyes slightly at her, he reached for the cup, trying to take it from her hand.

“Yah! Hands away.” The demonargued with her, pushing the cup toward him. The young woman also had a tightgrip around it as she shook her head with a ‘no’ and pushed the cup in herdirection.

The two of them played this game for a bit before Jackson got annoyed withher insistence and threw the cup on the floor on purpose. The ice cream spreadon the floor, staining the white marble floor with different colors.

“There. Now eat my ice cream.”

Jackson was clearly pissed off with her as he started to walk toward thedoor. At this point, the man only wanted to leave this ice cream store as soonas possible. However, before he could reach the door, one of the employeescalled for him. Turning around with a raised eyebrow, the demon’s angryexpression faded away from his features when he saw the ice cream cup she washolding for him.