#ofcosmicstardust

It had been a little bit, exactly three weeks, two days and... ten hours but who was counting, since everything in Hyungsong’s life had changed. He’d mostly managed to stay out of his uncle’s way. Even when he couldn’t though, and maybe this was where he and the Marchand boy were similar, Hyungsong wasn’t ever one to shy away from a staring match. He’s grown up seeing and dreaming things far scarier than this man. But right now, there was none of that negativity. Now, the teen was gazing out the car window, him and his cousin riding hand in hand to visit Felix’s friend, Maron. “Ah....Why am I nervous?” Hyungsong forced out a soft laugh, looking over to his cousin with a hopeless smile.

Pax stirred in his room only to sit up on his bed as he sighed softly looking at the time to see it display early morning. Groaning as he knew he couldn’t go back to sleep so he grabbed a shirt and sweatpants along with his running shows and hoodie. Stepping to the balcony to jump down to not wake anyone in the house he zipped up his hoodie to start running towards the woods only to reach into the park on the other side that mortals would use and was labelled that certain areas belong to private property. Coming out of the woods to pull on his hood while he ran the trail to see other runners as he just kept going and relaxed more than anything else than usual for him. 

While he ran he felt he was being followed as he took the side trail he sensed the scent change direction with him causing him to stop as he knew this trail was only used for advent runners as it could be dangerous along with it was one that the pack made to keep people away from the house.

Dae’s nostrils flared as he picked up the scent his brain had automatically cataloged as Ven, and he turned to see him leaning against the wall. He raised an eyebrow, looking at the other questioningly, but before he could voice anything, Ven started to collapse. If anyone else had been in the hall at that time, or if any of them that were noticed Dae, they might have questioned how he moved fast enough to stop Ven’s head from hitting the floor. But as it was, anyone in the hall was too distracted by Ven collapsing to notice anything else. Dae gently laid him down on the floor, checking his vitals with a quiet “Shit.” He waved at one of the staff to get help and he stayed next to him. “Hey, Ven, are you still conscious? Can you hear me?”

“Roll out the red carpet, Ma! I’m home!” he said, smirking and looking around. Always wearing that same smug expression, this one. It’s like it’s his default mood. He idly kicked the doors shut with his foot in one casual swing. 

This was the right address, wasn’t it? As Poe’s eyes scanned the piece of paper in his hand, memorising each neat letter to ensure he’d made it to the right place, he inhaled a breath. He ran his final checks, mind whirring around every protocol, every algorithm, every part of his database, before he was blinking once, twice, and stepping up to the door and knocking. Only once it opened did he drop into a well-practiced bow followed by an equally as well-practiced speech. “Good morning. I am Poe, your fantasist for hire. I am entirely at your service... How can I help you?” 

“I feel silly in this one, Mari!” Angela emerges from the dressing room, wearing a pink dress with a lacy collar and long sleeves. She stops for a moment when she sees not her girlfriend, but Renn standing there.