#chaerincirce

@chaerincirce​

There were few people Eden had left actual bad blood with back at Haedogje Pa. She had hoped that her positivity and kindness to others during her time there would prevent as big a target on her head if she were to leave. In some ways it seemed to work. No one considered her a high threat. She was rarely involved in killing and was a valuable asset in helping others. She was usually able to go about without any trouble, even near old gang territory. 

Chaerin knew Ayame by name and the two had worked together frequently. Their powers aided each other in the medical treatment of their injured. That was always the first priority. Chaerin was still someone that Eden would put on a list as “friend” and she didn’t expect that to change anytime soon. So when she spotted the other woman lingering near the mall entrance while on her nightly prowl, she took the risk to approach her. 

“Chaerin,” she approached with a smile, “I haven’t seen you in a long time. I was just...I was wondering how you’ve been.”

『 ☽ call me ‘bro’ ☾ 』 starter for @chaerincirce – ! 🃏

Dizzying stars danced across the opaqueness of the alley. Only the sounds of panting breathing and bloodied skin against bloodied skin could be heard. Shuffling footsteps quickly silenced by the sudden THUD! of a large mass being smacked against hard surface. 

Pulling back to regain what little of himself he had left, the mangled painter hunched over, curled over himself as he used a bloodied hand to hold at his abdomen – now sore and bruised. He continued to pant, swaying to and fro slightly as orbs of color would fade in and out of his vision.

He doesn’t even remember how he ended up in this situation. In an alley brawl with some stranger... It all happened in the blink of an eye. He thought he had a better handle on his temper by now... clearly, he didn’t.

In the midst of trying to keep his footing, he was met with the brute force of another series of punches. The potential energy unleashed on his battered flesh and sent him stumbling backwards, into the light of the street. He just barely managed to catch himself before he face planted into the hard concrete of the side walk. It was only once he had managed to prop himself up on an elbow and wipe his tattered sleeve over his face did he notice that he had fallen just mere steps from an innocent bystander – possibly toppling over them had it not been for his timeliness. 

He hurried to stand, careful of the iridescent stars that speckles his vision. He offered an embarrassed expression, tone apologetic and nervous,