#trcnsplantedcore

               yootaek doesn’t often deal with those outside piui yong -- he isn’t like jinhyuk, tucked away in a brothel, nor is he like january, still taking juvenile requests for petty cash. yootaek knows joshua’s gang is the best opportunity for him right now, and so he doesn’t feel the need to pursue other ventures. when he does, it is often only to sate his own curiosity. ❝ i should mention i don’t often humour the unaffiliated, ❞ he says, seated across from the other male. yootaek can’t place his age, but with that face, he can’t be far off his teens. ❝ you have five minutes. ❞

Once Allen had felt his energy come back, he had started to move. He knew something had been unusual when he used the Ark this time, draining him more than ever, and he could not place it, but it was as if the air was different. He felt like he knew what had happened, but he wanted to... make sure. Try to find people, and see.

The night had fallen slowly, the forest calm with nothing but nature and distant wildlife. It was nice, peaceful, and very welcomed.

So, when his left eye started to heat up, all Allen could think was, of course. Of course he could not be left alone. Yet... He frowned. His eye was not activating. His curse felt... confused?

It was strange, but Allen still followed the vague sense of direction. His curse was meant to react to death, after all, and especially to those that were not at peace.

He heard them before he saw them, his steps freezing, his curse growing agitated, Crown Clown growing more alert. Silver eyes widened as he saw the... walking, decaying bodies come in sight, and a shiver crawled down his spine when their gaze fell on him.

They were moving toward him, Allen knew to be in danger, and with a thought asked for Crown Clown’s activation. Enery sparked within his body, he could feel it want to respond, starting to react, yet... Darkness briefly swarmed his vision, the sudden realization he was still too weak, the confusing realization it had felt too hard to even come close to activate.

However, it did not meant their bond was any weaker, and when the strong sense of danger came to him from Crown Clown, Allen stumbled backward, lifting his left arm to protect his face. His sight came back into focus, just as teeth clamped on his left arm, tearing through the sleeve.

Two things happened in a split second then, as the corpse’s mouth touched the actual skin of his left arm. Allen heard how the teeth broke, God’s Crystal too resistant for such thing as human teeth, and green energy sparked, making the corpse recoil and howl.

Allen flinched back, and did not expect that, as if not understanding, the corpse attacked once more. The young man let out a yelp, moving to the side as he backtracked, eyes flickering to take into the position of the other corpses. They were fast, he was lucky his reflexes were high, left arm swiping out to knock away an attack, ducking under another, and he went to run.

But they were fast, and his energy level too low. He barely dodged behind a tree, only to once more lift his left arm to protect himself, this time blocking a hand. The force of the hit knocked him into the tree, stealing his breath. While the contact made the corpse recoil once more, the other ones were close.

Once Allen had felt his energy come back, he had started to move. He knew something had been unusual when he used the Ark this time, draining him more than ever, and he could not place it, but it was as if the air was different. He felt like he knew what had happened, but he wanted to... make sure. Try to find people, and see.

The night had fallen slowly, the forest calm with nothing but nature and distant wildlife. It was nice, peaceful, and very welcomed.

So, when his left eye started to heat up, all Allen could think was, of course. Of course he could not be left alone. Yet... He frowned. His eye was not activating. His curse felt... confused?

It was strange, but Allen still followed the vague sense of direction. His curse was meant to react to death, after all, and especially to those that were not at peace.

He heard them before he saw them, his steps freezing, his curse growing agitated, Crown Clown growing more alert. Silver eyes widened as he saw the... walking, decaying bodies come in sight, and a shiver crawled down his spine when their gaze fell on him.

They were moving toward him, Allen knew to be in danger, and with a thought asked for Crown Clown’s activation. Enery sparked within his body, he could feel it want to respond, starting to react, yet... Darkness briefly swarmed his vision, the sudden realization he was still too weak, the confusing realization it had felt too hard to even come close to activate.

However, it did not meant their bond was any weaker, and when the strong sense of danger came to him from Crown Clown, Allen stumbled backward, lifting his left arm to protect his face. His sight came back into focus, just as teeth clamped on his left arm, tearing through the sleeve.

Two things happened in a split second then, as the corpse’s mouth touched the actual skin of his left arm. Allen heard how the teeth broke, God’s Crystal too resistant for such thing as human teeth, and green energy sparked, making the corpse recoil and howl.

Allen flinched back, and did not expect that, as if not understanding, the corpse attacked once more. The young man let out a yelp, moving to the side as he backtracked, eyes flickering to take into the position of the other corpses. They were fast, he was lucky his reflexes were high, left arm swiping out to knock away an attack, ducking under another, and he went to run.

But they were fast, and his energy level too low. He barely dodged behind a tree, only to once more lift his left arm to protect himself, this time blocking a hand. The force of the hit knocked him into the tree, stealing his breath. While the contact made the corpse recoil once more, the other ones were close.

“ sorry to ask for your help today, ” ivon mumbles, gloved hand coming up to scratch at his cheek. today he’s got one arm— his other prosthetic needed a couple of repairs and some tightening, and so he has to go without it for the next day or two. pushing the grocery cart with his one hand, the vet is doing his best to ignore the looks his left side is getting, sleeve knotted at his shoulder to keep it from swinging uselessly. 

“ the repair was last minute and i didn’t have time to go grocery shopping beforehand, ” he explains despite his embarrassment. “ and coco needs more food. I can eat takeout for a couple days, but she can’t.”

He laid there in the grass, almost as if he was napping, except the paleness of his skin and the flush on his cheeks betrayed the fever that still wrecked his body. Thoughts and memories were a jumbled mess, he knew he had escaped Mo Village, that his head had been hurting, and then... then...

Body warming up, pain in his head so much his sight blackened, memories of his own and not his own assaulting him, it had been confusing, frightening. One moment, he had found himself wishing for some sense of safety, of something good and bright to counter the darkness he felt, the memory of white robes filtering.

There had been a flash of light. Or something white, at least. Then he had landed on his back, dizzy, and since then, he had been staying there, pain coming and going in waves, eyesight a little less dark but he kept his eyes closed anyway.

The feeling of darkness lowered more and more, and with it, the headache. Still pale, still a little feverish, but Wei Wuxian felt like himself again.

That was when he picked a scent that felt familiar, and with sudden clarity, he realized he was not alone anymore. His eyes snapped open, unaware of the swirl of gold within the grey orbs, gold that vanished fully as his eyes widened upon immediate recognition.

Lan Zhan.

          “ of course you did, ” juno mocks, reclined across the chaise in his bedroom. 

his head only has a slight ache— he's gotten good at preventing hangovers or at least minimizing their affects. still, he doesn't bother to flick the lights on or even open the curtains to let in the morning light. 

“ the way you shoved your tongue down my throat was only the alcohol. ” a snort follows suit, mixture between amusement and exasperation at the other's fierce denial. after all its clear they both remember it. 

That’s precisely what happens when you leave a bored fox spirit unattended. The little youkai has been feeling lonely for quite a while. Hiding in bamboo forests was only fun when there were people who could find you, sneaking up wasn’t this fun where all the buildings one could sneaked into were abandoned sheds.

All that was left for him, was to play in the tall grass in his fox form, hunt for beetles and butterflies. He’s busying himself with exactly that -- he measured the jump and took a leap when a butterfly sat perfectly still on the flower. He was going to claim his prey, but in the middle of the jump he got startled by a voice nearby and deciding he’d be safer as a human, he changed his form while still in the air, what resulted in him landing on his butt with a thud.