#ftxwonbin

Toying with the letters of his cellphone as he stares at the message, he frowns, his forehead creasing a little in the middle as he takes a look at himself in the mirror in front of him- It has been a while.

Stretching out, he stares at the ceiling and soon brings his phone up to take a pic of himself, a small pout formed as he stares at his eyes. His –now– light lavender hair covers a good part of his ears and forehead, and the pendant of the triple crescent on his chest sparkles with the light it catches from the open windows. His eyes, the gold one and the blue one, also catch the same light, adding another note of supernatural to the already strange stare. Adding a quick message to the pic, he sends it without giving himself a second thought about it.

Her silk hair had been twisted into a plait that rested upon her prominent collarbone and accentuated her neck, whilst her porcelain skin was powdered by a young girl with freckles sprinkled over her nose in order to erase her non-existent imperfections. Today, the queen would not be trapped in her usual silence, for a friend was travelling specifically to visit her. After some convincing, her husband allowed her the privacy of the tearoom for the afternoon in order to entertain her guest, whom shared her perseverance yet also her reserved nature. The times they had met previously had only cemented their likeliness with one another and this mutual demeanour was what birthed this unlikely partnership-- perhaps even friendship.

The queen pursed her rouge lips as she stood by the window, the young maid bowing her head in her direction. "He should be here shortly." Elisa was left with only her silence, her gaze capturing all the outside world had to offer. If the rumours were true, this land could possibly be devoured by flames and evil within the next few months. She was no stranger to evil, yet evil was a stranger to her. She repelled it's menacing claws, yet could that really be enough to prevent her people from being captured by the demon's clutches? Truthfully, her spirit was crying out for anything to pry her from her tedious life. The King only saw her beauty and nothing more, her brother spent his days away from the public eye for his swan wing was far too peculiar, and she kept her magics a secret from all but a few-- she was almost set aflame once, who was to say it couldn't happen again?

An escape from this life would be a dream, yet she had her people to serve and every inch of goodness within her being knew that abandoning them would be a sin. However, she was bound to this kingdom by an unhappy marriage-- and that was a weak set of chains for a woman with such a bustling soul and lionheart. 

It was almost a convenience to find herself in a place that was, most definitely not her humble and closed doors of her happy confinement; her laboratory. The art of potionry manipulated into the mundane world into that of chemistry. Those elegantly manicured digits twitched, folding into small fists upon her tabletop. Eventually the grand woman stood to her feet, dark suede heels clicking against the marble flooring of her own office before she exited the room.

With a dark jacket that hugged her petite frame; locks that curled upon her sides and swayed in the movement of her own footsteps. She was, elegant by all means. Dressed in the top class of all things that were fashionable. Though no smile lingered upon those features, the brightness of her own visage revealed elsewise. Kindness was an adjective misplaced upon her skin. She was a bitter woman with no desire to appear as happy and as jolly as the season foretold. She was, quite the opposite.

Now the elevator she now stood in, brought her to the ground floor; the ding alerted her attention yet she made no visible notice of the notice. Walking outwards and paying no attention to the employees' who's heads now bowed in sequence. But alas, as she stepped out through those doors did the rest of the building rejoice. The foul witch had finally disappeared, and peace was now restored. At least, until a new day.

Snow crunched beneath the footing of the woman in question. Snow and grime that clung to boots that were perhaps as expensive as her entire attire in question. Now entering into the sleek black car that waited for her and drove as soon as her form was situated and seated in such away that car drove calmly without a single hair upon the hood of her jacket twitch.

Moments after, the witch raised a leather gloved hand, halting the car soon after. "Stop here, I have to make a visit." 

West of the Moon. 

A store that was, perhaps in all her manner unfamiliar and strangely open. Opening the door with a push of a button, the fashionable witch stepped outside her confinement once more and out into the open world of the cold. A shiver ran up the woman's spine as palm pressed against the glass of the door and pushed open the door of the bookstore. Though the shopkeeper was momentarily absent from their throne of a post -- and she was free to wander about the store. For now.

Kibum's gaze outlines the colors and the little details in the wood and windows of the small library a few blocks from the café where he met its owner. In a lot of ways, the simple appearance of the shop tells him it is Won Bin's; even the flash of red and the quantity of books displayed behind the window are a vivid representation of the other man. Kibum smiles at the realization and calmly takes out his phone to take a picture. He hasn't entered yet, but he thinks that it looks like an inviting refuge and the elegant letters of its name only fuel his imagination with the promise of mysterious lands filled with secrets.

Taking off his jacket and settling it over his bag, he opens the door and finally steps into the library. At first glance, Kibum has the idea that it's actually bigger than what it looks like from the outside. His eyes widen as he sees the amount of books on shelves and on top of some tables. There's not much order because there are boxes under the shelves and some other books lay down on different postures and although it does looks pretty in the vintage way he loves to appreciate, there's some dust accumulated and his sensitive nose is itching.