#xevold

☆ ┇ “Those are already on my bucket list I’ve seen some video clips on YouTube of some, they look dope I must say. Im gonna try find one in Seoul or somewhere near by, there must be one wouldn’t ya think so?”

                 ✦ —- The ground felt hard beneath her as she landed, one moment standing in Erilea before they would destroy the wyrdkeys the next falling on the cold floor in a ditch of a world that smelled like gas. She shouldn’t have touched it even if it did call out for her. She should not have touched the stone. They key to every door. It brought her to another world another dimension. Her body and magic drained from the travel she barely managed enough strength to get up. What world was she, where did she end up. What was that noise. Everything was spinning. She growled softly to herself managing to push her self of the cold and dirty floor looking around where she landed. Her breathing ragged, she needed rest she needed to get strength and a save place. Cursing colorfully she dragged herself to the side of the alley. She had really done it now.                   It was the snapping of the door that coughed her attention snapping her head to the side only to see a male walking through the door. Her body to weak and her head in pain, she was desperate, even though she was an Ironteeth witch, and they should never ask for help. Even though she was proud. She extended her hand with the last bit of energy left in her small frame. “Help....” The world came out as nothing more than a whisper before she felt consciousness slip away and she was tumbling down darkness once again. 

She must’ve come off strangely as in a hurried and panicy state, she messaged the male whom she had never once met before. After complaining to friend she’d lost the password to an important account and seemed to have no idea how to retrieve it, she’d been given the number of this particular male who supposedly could help her back into her account. She didn’t think twice before she had sent the text, pleading for help and explaining the story in little detail with little information as to who she was. She was desperate.

☆ ┇ “Hey dude, it’s me, open up!” David said with a bit of a louder voice as he knocked on his friends door in the middle of the night hoping he wouldn’t mind. They were like best friends. He’d do anything for Colin if he had too. He didnt often knock this late at his door unless it was something really important he had on his mind. 

He shouldn't be as amused as he was, watching the male down shot after shot to keep up with Geunseong's strong tolerance. That's what being a heavy drinker does to him, not many of his friends could keep up with his drinking habits. Maybe it was the sociopath inside of him that was enjoying the male drink until he made himself feel physically ill, either way, he was having a laugh at the other’s expense. His own drink in his hand as he waits for the male to catch up on the drink count, “ay don’t be a pussy-- man up.” He gestures for the male to take the shot, “last one then you’ll of drunk as much as I have-- don’t throw up now will you?” He asks with a small smirk on his lips.

“oh seriously ? You fucked up a lot or you’re just not satisfied with what you’re doing ? Because from my perspective I think you’re doing a great job with your life.”

➹ If someone ever pokes out your eye out, we’ll wear matching eye-patches.➹ Why do people think they don’t change when they literally are a little bit different everyday, even if it’s just a slight shift it’s still a change! And that’s what’s beautiful.➹ I really want to live in a round apartment.➹ How do people even share secrets? I just—➹Cross my heart and hope to die? MORE LIKE I HOPE TO SURVIVE BECAUSE I JUST TOLD YOU THE LITERAL CRUDE TRUTH.

“Why?” Suriel questioned. Without much thought he brought his cold hand up to the male’s cheek, his digits brushed against the wounds. Had he been human, his touch would only make it hurt worse but this should be soothing. Sadly, it won’t make the wounds heal faster. The other had to wait the pain out, probably even contact a hospital – after all the few of these wounds were quite nasty. “And what are you doing here? You should get yourself checked.” A slight frown indicated he was worried. Even more so, seeing the other made it out to be nothing but a few scratches. He couldn’t just let the other wander around the streets like that in hopes he gets better. “Come on, we should at least disinfect it, if you don’t want to see the doctor.”