#wdsohui

yong can't help but keep the tug at his corners to a minimum. tries to guise it with the subtle lift of his brows, hues feigning ignorance and confusion. a concoction of deliberate bewilderment, as if her question had left him speechless.

he had gone out today, his dagger waving in the air, attempting to coax a conversation out of her. so many thoughts that ravaged his mind, a reverie filled with endless questions though had no answers - he was asking all the wrong people. the spark of a potential conversation now drives him to a divide. he lets his hand run through his ebony strands, exposing the jewels that adorn his lobes. finally, turning back to face her.

the subtle signs of shock, though feigned were still evident across his features. for how long? what happened? who are you? what are you? letting his gaze fall to the greenery dividing them. "what do you mean?" his brows knitting together ever so slightly in confusion, he throws in a head tilt to really sell the illusion. "what am i dying to ask you?" hues widening in question, allowing his gaze to drift across her own features.

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Days come and go but Sooyun finds herself in the comfort of Sohui often whenever she decided to venture out into the island even if it was getting a bit colder. she doesn't mean to but maybe it has to do with her own worries of other Imugi that she has clung to the older ever since they first met.

But it is also the case of Sooyun always asking her to go into the city to shop or go to a café. Though Sohui fits in with the humans more than she but it doesn't stop her from enjoying and continuing to learn from humans and the habits created around them. It's always something new to explore when Sooyun goes out.

he has always enjoyed bathing in the silence of the park, hearing nothing but the mellow echoes of running water and the rustling of leaves against the breeze. to find any semblance of calm within the water's edge almost makes his skin crawl, it was incomprehensible to paste together the fact that centuries ago, his lineage had lost countless members to the waters. yet, here he was.

spirit crushed by the weight of expectations derived from ancestors that leeched onto his life source. nightmares that became visions, taken as prophecy only to be shattered by the hands of the next generation, peace was never an option. peace was but a bargaining chip, dangled before him as a tantalising treat, a mirage against the prospering backdrop of war. blood shed seeped deep beneath his veins, the depths of which not only drowned his lineage but his own blood within his system. blood bleached dried by the diluting fountains of falsified hope.

and here he sits, a dagger scraping against the pile of twigs he had gathered as a result of having wandered for too long within the regions of the parkland. he had no goal in mind, mindlessly sharpening the twigs in one hand with the other. the dagger glistening under the glimpses of sun whenever it caught on, reflecting the silvery tone laced by mystique. it had been passed down for generations, much like the jewels that adorn his lobes. he had been told it was the horn and scales of an imugi his family had captured and supposedly raised.

his grandpa promptly corrects the terminology with a cough, enslaved, he repeats. a fond memory.

"and you're kind of ugly—" he retorts, a little too quickly and defensively that the pause in his words come a little too late. it was always 'a little too' something. he was either always a little too impatient, a little too harsh, a little too generous, a little too— "...hey, i didn't mean it like that— it was a joke. sohui, it was a joke."

palms coming to rub aggressively at tear torn eyes, darkened hues that glistened with a film of sadness as he nudges the tiny fish coffin off by the shore, allowing it to travel downstream. and he hopes his little buddy puddles would find peace and guidance into fish heaven.

he thought crying would fill the pit inside of him, the crater that left his soul empty— though, it doesn't take long for him to realise that he hadn't shed tears in over a millennium, that now the attempt itself made him appear more hideous than intended. the stiff upper lip, the unmoving brows that kept the same position above squinting hues that would mimic the movement of his pathetic attempt of wailing in pain.

she had a point. he was an ugly crier— was he going to agree with her? absolutely not, not over his dead body.

the library tonight is still and silent around jinsung as he curls up in his favorite arm chair on the third floor by the back windows. it's nice, a ctark contrast to the clan house which is always loud, the laughter and screams seeming to penetrate every hallway and door no matter where he hides. because of this he's taken to spending his free time in the library, steeling himself away in an unused corner and spending majority of his night reading through book after book. 

he had the same intention tonight when he had shown up, excited to finish the novel he had started the night before. but he's been feeling wrong, a little off, since he had woken up only a handful of hours ago. there's a feeling nagging at the back of his head, something both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. as though it were something he had experienced once but had forgotten a long time ago. 

and the longer he spends curled up in his favorite chair with a book spread out on his lap, the harder it becomes to ignore the buzzing in his ear. irritated, he stands tossing the book on the table beside him before moving through the stacks towards the stairs. the feeling gets louder the closer he gets to the exit, like the feeling is happy he's finally doing something about it. 

as jinsung steps foot outside, he sees what's been bothering him. magic, thick and heavy hovers in the air as storm clouds circulate and rumble over the island. it's been a long time since he's been able to even see magic like this, perhaps the last night before he was changed into a vampire. it's both exciting and terrifying in the same breath. thunder rumbles overhead as the sky opens up and it begins to pour heavily. jinsung stands underneath the awning of the library's entrance, eyes straining to try and untangle where the magic begins and ends. 

it takes him longer than he would like to admit before he finds it. hallasan. and suddenly he's gone, between a breath and the next like he was almost never there. 

moving quickly, he finds himself at the base of the mountain, feet crunching over rock and grass. here, the storm rages heavy, thick with the feeling of magic and jinsung finds himself lost again as he begins to wander looking for the cause of all of this. 

location: hallasan mountain

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The Hallasan mountains were almost a piece of lore for in the Cruz household. Her father's accident here was the reason Maia was even alive. However, she wasn't sure why she was here. There was a pit in her stomach as she thought about her father. There were many regrets and questions she wanted to ask him. Mostly, she wanted to know if he had been the one to force her mother to raise her as human. Or, was it her choice? Either way, she was mad at them and that anger made her feel guilty.

She wasn't sure if ghosts existed in their little world. Even if they did, Maia knew her parents would not remain here. They were too devout. But, a part of her wished their spirits were lingering. She wanted to talk to them and she wanted them to answer.

Maia was so deeply enveloped in her thoughts, she didn't realize there was another body on the trail. She stopped suddenly, catching sight of them. She wiped her eyes, where tears were threatening to come out.

"Sorry if I startled you. I didn't think anyone would be out here this lat-e."

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location: a morally questionable bar

trigger warnings: probably a lot of violence

Despite popular belief, Hayun didn’t go looking for fights. They just happened to find her  and she never said no to them. However, she had to believe in this particular circumstance, the violence was, in fact, warranted. Though, her companion and the man currently nursing a broken jaw, would probably disagree. However, Hayun had a strict rule about hands only going where they were welcome. 

It didn’t help that Hayun was incredibly drunk, as she’d always had a weakness for whiskey. Still, maybe she should have invited Sohui to a less dangerous activity. What did normal women do when they hung out together? Hayun wasn’t sure. Traditionally, many of them hated her. She was too prickly for them and not exactly into feminine things. Sure, she had more female friends now that she was out of her small-minded neighborhood, but she still didn’t know how to play nice with fellow women.

One thing she did know how to do? Defend them. Even a random one who she didn’t know. However, said girl had made a run for it as soon as she had the chance and Hayun was left with the bruised knuckles. Sohui’s night was probably, also, ruined.