#pxtcher

      ❛ it’s not about how long the story is, it’s about its importance, which in this case is highly insignificant so trust me when i say this, i shouldn’t be telling you about this... ❜

daiyu was content merely squeezing herself next to the male in the recliner, but she couldn’t help but grin when the male pulls her on top of him, sitting on his lip. laughter escapes her lips when he blows air into her shoulder, arms wrapping around his neck. “oppa!” she pretends to protest, but the way her cheeks warm up and how she can’t seem to erase the smile on her face was big enough indication that she was enjoying herself.

❝    Ain't a single living thing that likes living single    ❞  //  @pxtcher

“Sir, stop-- we can’t let you in!!!” he snapped, blocking a man who almost ran inside the burning building to save his son. Chaos started to whirl around the two. The sound of fire eating half of a local elementary school that day couldn’t be more deafening as the east wing of the building starting to crumble, gaining Seunghyun’s attention for a second before he altered his focus back to the man in front of him. As someone who witnessed an important figure in his life died right in front of his eyes, Seunghyun understood how the other man must’ve felt. The anxiety, the anger of not being able to be there for his loved ones, the fear, the bitterness of self-reproach, Seunghyun himself had felt it all. But in his line of duty, he had no time for human emotions. He had to put them all aside and trusted his brain over his heart. “Listen, I promise I’ll get your son to you, safely, but for now you need to calm down and let us do our job, okay?”

15. our muses get into a snowball fight.

“Hyung! Wow it’s been forever, I was wondering where you got to...”

It snowed that morning and the streets were covered by a white blanket. Nicholas liked snow. The snowflakes carried more memories within them than the journal he’d write on every sleepless night. But today was different. Right now was different. “I don’t need your help,” the demigod hissed, a strong candidate for the Medusa role if there was one. Nicholas had a strained relationship with his parents: Athena, his biological father and his adoptive one. He never met the goddess but if she fell in love with his biological dad, he doubted she was as intelligent as mythology painted her; on the other side, his adoptive father was a cunning man, more attracted to Nicholas’ wits than the kid himself, and saw his potential. A stone he still could polish. “I don’t need another parent,” another disappointment, Nicholas thought, “Leave me alone.” He threw another pitch against the wall, turning his back on Jaeho and on the black car parking by the court’s limits, the reason why Nicholas did not want to go home that night already walking in his direction.