#fluorvte

     inyoung woke up with a headache and when he got that to subside to level where he could get out of bed without wanting to throw up violently, he was left with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. it’s obvious he’s under the weather. the flora around his apartment could feel it too and some vines creeped down from their hanging pots to brush against his face, comforting him in their own way. as he prepared to leave the apartment to open the cafe for the day, they warned against it. rest, don’t go, no. inyoung stood at the door and assured them that he felt better, that he’d return if he feels too sick. your magic, witch, don’t go. he understood their concerns; his magic goes a little out of wack when he’s under the weather after all. ❝ it’ll be alright. ❞ inyoung says and believes it. three hours into running the cafe, inyoung realises in horror that it’s not alright. he’d been sneezing all the day and the little bursts of uncontrollable magic cause some of the flora in the shop to shoot up or a small sprout to grow. it’s still manageable though so inyoung doesn’t pay it much mind but then he has a particularly loud and horrible one as just the front door chimes open. all the flora in the quaint little cafe bloom, flowers and vines spilling everywhere in front of their customer. inyoung holds his face in his hands as he stares wide eyed at them. oh god, he’d just used magic in front of them. 

recipient: @fluorvte

muse(s): Taewoo

                                      The dreams had been getting longer ; the images lingering even hours after he had opened them. The officer had been on his mind for days now , and some inkling of need to see him lay in the depths of his heart. He rolled onto his side , blindly reaching for his phone. It was late , 3am , and still , he couldn't stop himself from texting the man.

( sᴍs • sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ) I want to see you

He hated them these humans, they were as good as the vermin in Erilea yet he was stuck here, he was stuck to make money to make do. The only way to do it, to gather the money he needed for survival, for his search was renting the set of skills he had. Human jobs where impossible for him as he did not understand it, technologie, even the shooter thingies his client had confused him, where were the bows and arrows. Where were the horses the boats. He couldn’t twist his mind about it but he slowly learned how to accept it. The rent was easy enough. he got a face and a place he were to kill it. Simple. His daggers strapped to his legs and waist hidden from the human eye his boy strapped on his back as he leaped from roof to roof. 

One arrow, shot by a fae through the heart, through the head should do the trick. He had been trailing the man for a while now. He was not normally one to ask questions. Kill it get paid and get done with it as he had done for the past centuries. He let out a breath before falling back, he had seen enough for the night. Sitting back on the roof taking out the jeweled dagger and playing with it as he looked up at the sky scanning the stars. Everything was different here. It made him wonder if he would ever see home again or if he would be stuck here for all eternity. With these humans around him dying. 

「  song  :  shape of you.     artist  :  ed sheeran. 」

       ❛   no, my watch isn’t broken. I made it myself. it’s telling time fine.  ❜    

tonight was minja’s lucky night.

the night was still young; it was only 2am, the bar wasn’t closed yet, and she’d already gotten a client. he was an attractive man, too, which would make things a little more tolerable. a lot of the time, her clients were men who probably couldn’t attract a woman no matter how much he paid them. she just had low standards, she supposed.

her hand wrapped around the man’s wrist as she pulled him back towards the alley, where she could at least get started. she was going to try and drag this out as long as she could; she needed a good two or more hours so that she could make rent this month. 

“wanna go to that little hotel across the street?” she asked in a low purr, the voice that she normally put on around clients. men were usually huge suckers for it, and she hoped that this guy would be no exception.