#chovmbna

“Oh, you know, just open an ancient 1000 year old door. Nothing could go wrong!”

Ethereal swirls of clear ectoplasm and ghastly screams alike create an array of vivid colors, as cyan streaks mix with magenta lines and tangerine clumps. Golden-trimmed and obsidian black, the box no bigger than a baseball animates to life as it starts gorging on olden, mahogany chairs and dusty desk lamps. Clear on its path, it nearly consumes his leg as he loses his luxury dress shoe to the storm inside the dank cellar. “Bina! Get behind something!” He screams, though unsure if heard as the roaring of the cursed coffer continues its rampage, taking another hefty chunk, this time of the wall. Behind the brick and mortar lies not of the soft ground that surrounded them, but rather a streak of cosmic insight, as starry landscape replaced the earth before them. The tornado aims for the ceiling, ripping apart the floorboard to expose not the living area nor the kitchen, but of galaxies and nebulas as Yoo rushes for the peach door in hopes of an escape. As the wind intensifies, he almost loses his footing, grabbing the knob at the last moment to brace. Turning in desperation, he opens, to find a distant sun in his view rather than the ground floor of the haunted house. In shock, he missteps and becomes victim to the eye of the monstrous suction, losing his gaze of gaseous space and turning it all into the void of darkness.

What felt an eternity passes before he opens his eyes again, clear in a white-walled room from top to bottom. A slit upon the wall remains beside a door with no latch nor handle, however a key hole, with no key in plain sight. Surprised, Yoo pats his body, assuming any injury and finding none whatsoever. Another door across this one, with a clear window in which he spots Bina. Tap! Tap! Fingernails meet the glass, as he calls for her attention, “Bina!” Feeling the soft cushion of the floor against his shoeless foot, he recalls similar layouts in mental institutions, as to avoid any possible harm to the one locked up within. They are those prisoners now, and yet, the door with no key beckons a chance. A spellcaster’s prison, for sure... He makes up logic to justify and calm his mind.

Unraveling his jacket, he balls it up into a fist, sharding up his arm and hand with draconic scales and readying a punch in retaliation to the poor glass in front. “Stand back!” Gesturing her to step away as he finishes covering his arm, the man slams the transparency once, then twice, then thrice, realizing that this is no mere one way. He does so once more for good measure, to little avail, before giving up the aggression. He drops the blazer unto the floor, cupping his mouth to better vocalize instruction to her, “Do you see anything in the room?!” Unsure what lay inside hers, he leaves her to it as he turns around to rescan his own cell.

Loud & Deafening Silence [ Accepting! ]

Comfort my muse as they cry

Strewn across, knees atop black pavement as a dirtied embrace befalls the body before him before hitting the street floor. The scent of burning oil and searing concrete fill the air as exasperated gasps and frantic whispers exchange between bystanders. “Please! Call them now!” An acute Yoo points in desperation as he instructs a few onlookers with their phones out to reach out to emergency services. Hurriedly, he inverts his blazer, pressing it below the unconscious man’s head and neck for support. For half a second, he watches, seeing no rise in this man’s chest, and so, he presses his ear upon him, hearing no beat nor suction. A stream of blood runs down the other’s temple as he adjusts his jaw to prep. “Huph, huph.” Involuntary sighs of air as he pumps the man’s torso a few times before pinching his nose and giving him a much needed breath of life. Again. Again. Then, again. A few cycles continue as the sirens near. Two fingers feel for a pulse, but alas, no vital. Again. Again. Then, a familiar first responder joins him, relieving him and giving him a chance to catch himself as sweat pores. Once more. Again. Again. More come to overtake the duty as they put the man on a stretcher and resuscitator. A hard pat on his shoulder acknowledges his work at they stream back onto the vehicle, Yoo waving away a fellow coworker, though of different sections.

To his shock, the feeling of righteousness overwhelms him as he pats off his dress pants and folded jacket. Wobbly on his feet, he hobbles over to Bina amidst the now-clearing multi-car accident. Staying strong himself, he asks her, “Are you all right?”

A few hours later...

Tears rush down his face as he slams the underside of his fist upon the table. A click of his landline, as he hears the final set of words from the EMT. Pronounced dead... To him, tragedy has stricken, and all he can do his blame himself for not being better. Hands cup his face as he feels the burden of failing another soul, blinding himself to his upheld effort. That is, until her presence reassures him as the silence of the night turns from abrupt trouble to soothing comfort.

An omen of what is to come creeps in above the sill to rustle his maroon curtain. A scared hedgehog, he shivers to fight the long, dark strands up and about. He peeks to his left, then to his right, before relaxing his gaze back onto his novel, Eyes of the Gorgon. Passing by the Greek section of the library had him staring at such an alluring companion, and now, he reads on. As he turns the page, the scream of his phone startles him ever-so-slightly, goosebumps layering him once more, laying the book down. Quickly, Yoo reaches, releasing a raspy breath, “Ahe-hem, hello. This is Yoo.” For a moment, he ridges his brow, hesitating to piece together such an eerie, quaint voice.

A sucker for nature, Yoo once more wanders another park, this time one higher in the sky. Always taking up the chance to reach the clouds, the man reads the tourist sign for the national park. Bukhansan, how long has it been? Too long, his mind recalls the last visit, though, unable to specify an actual date or time. In terms of dates, he smiles as he awaits a woman who mesmerizes him ever since their last time. Even in a button-down shirt, he wears a long-sleeved undershirt, with a thin overcoat as the altitude shares a cold climate, supplementing the incoming winter weather. Hikers surpass him, the man halting his progress as he waits outside the starting cabin at the lowest point of the trail, hoping to spot today’s companion. Eyes roam around, spotting groups and youthful veterans, but none of Bina.

Distraction, Yoo commits to do something else in the meantime. For a minute, he thinks of where his jacket had gone, no longer having it to offer to her to appease his usual manner. However, he seems to recall that she might still have it, nodding away a rising smirk. I forgot to retrieve it from you, did I? Again, he has a colorful pack, much less concerned with games and more dedicated to survival, including a first-aid kit and a collection of water bottles. Pads and wraps fill the rest, with an extra pair of clothes should his current ones become damp. Early in the day, he looks forward to a couple of hours of them two traversing the peaks and walls of the mountain. At the top, I wi— Hesitation stops him, bringing out his phone to pass the time. First, he checks how the weather might fare, seeing a mostly sunny day ahead. After, the man confirms possible stops on their journey, favoring open terrain over the rocky areas. Zipping up his backpack, he unties his shoes to tighten them, wearing a pair unusual to him personally, but fitting for treacherous walks.

Lost in more thought, he remembers purple, confused as to why. It hits him, the man feeling embarrassed. I have to stop thinking about her. Concentrating did not suit him too well, already back to pleasures of about the lady. Desiring to give her a call, he instead opts to send her a text to confirm her arrival, seeing that it might be more accommodating.

  [  ✉ »» C. Bina  ] ~ I am at the table outside of the white building, near a huge rock.

Happy with what he has written, he sends it off, looking up to give the stone another look. The rock truly is bigger than me, hmm? His feet bring him up, comparing his height to the inanimate object across. A swift frown escapes, being disappointed at how small he feels when in front of the natural object. Rather than wallow in bad emotion, Yoo returns to his seat. With an elbow up to prop his head, he scratches the wood as he waits.

Love Letter! Meme [ Accepting! ]

Lovely Bina,

I was once a man to believe that the loneliest of souls smiled the brightest. Yet in this moment of writing, I find myself smiling brightest of all in thought of being with you. Where has it been all my life? I have searched the highest of skies and the deepest of waters in longing of discovering the missing piece of my life, only to find it on the ground in hands that never want to let go. Those eyes that hide behind the lowliest grass, even I cannot catch it on first sight. However, now that I have it on coarse palms ridden by the years, I understand that I never had to travel far to find a companion unlike any other. I fear that letting go for a second might take me away from this dream, where beauty truly does meet the beast. And so, I hold on tightly to the ice of your presence, hoping to continue to share the warmth of serpents intertwined and interlocking my fingers so that one day, I can unclasp it to bestow one silver halo in promise of a forevermore.

@chovmbna

                                  “ The truth, the world fears it.                                                        For that, we wear their skin.                                                                           Only then, do our scales hide. ”

Caught Singing! Meme [ Accepting! ]

“Things could be better but hey, I’ll take what I can get.” A chug of her brandy is gone in one take with the glass slamming down as the alcohol soothes her itchy throat. It wasn’t often when the shifter comes to a bar at random but things have become hectic at her home and some time away was just what she needed, “What about you? Seeming like a man who is content with the evening hm?” The strange foreigner beside her had taken her off guard only slightly when he spoke Korean and had to give him props for such well pronunciation, even she still has trouble and sometimes has to go to English for here own safety, “Not to mention you seem like a man full of surprises.” Offering a cheer of her drink that had turned watered down from the melting ice with a soft smile.

          SHE LIFTED A GRIN ONTO HIS FEATURES. If anything, he was only mildly tipsy, it took a whole lot to get the wolf in a drunken stupor, which is why he was here to begin with. Every couple weekends a visit was paid to the bar, the only one he could find near his home with the ambiance of home; a nook in come corner of London. Because of that, it wasn’t usual to see a Korean in the establishment, though the surprise was always a pleasant one. Kit dips a finger into his bourbon, just grazing the ice cubes to swirl them around in his glass. Upon words gathering on the tip of his tongue, he lifts the drink up to hers, lightly clinking their glasses together before downing the entire thing, giving a bartender his usual glance that consisted of a refill.