#zixtaoxo

4/10

He took a deep breath as the screams only grew louder in front of him. Another day another red carpet event. The Seoul Awards: Summer Edition reminded him of the Daesangs that came out in winter, where any and all idols, actors, actresses, and models would line up, making their way down an incredibly long, velvet red carpet, only to be blinded by flashing lights and deafened by screams in octaves that should not be considered human.  The idol peered ahead of him, finding he was separated between two idol groups, Infinite, and EXID, and a long walk he wasn’t presently in the mood to endure. He plastered a fake smile upon his lips, tugging at his white suit, wishing he was already inside the stadium. It was out of the ordinary for him to be so moody  but he was tired and would rather be elsewhere. 

“EXO, you’re next! Please move forward- don’t push! Yes right there. Get in order please.” He bumped into a sleep Kyungsoo and nearly fell backwards onto a Xiumin who helped him to regain his balance. Then it was go time. He was immediately blinded, squinting instinctively at the flashing lights, his ability to hear slowly decreasing as EXO-Ls caught site of the nine boys. Here and there, they’d strike a pose before moving.

▲ My muse breaks up with yours because they feel they’re holding yours back from happiness.

Her one aim in their relationship was to keep Ruka happy. No matter how many times she tried to kiss the pain better, but no matter how hard Seolhyun tried, it didn’t seem to work. Ruka always cried whenever she wasn’t around, would always stiffen with every kiss. She wasn’t the right girl for the pretty dark haired girl- anyone could see. But shit, oh shit, Seolhyun wanted to hold on and keep by her side. She clung on for months, but their relationship of almost a year was barely a relationship- not even a friendship anymore.

She could see Ruka was trying. Ruka would sometimes show up in her door step with flowers, with food, and would ask to go on dinner dates almost every night. When the night was over, she’d be there with a begging face, asking to cuddle or fuck- usually both. Their tangled fingers and loud moans only distracted them from the issues that rested in their strained relationship. Like a band aid, they both knew it would finally take and snap!- it’d hurt them- back with a vengeance.   

Finally, Seolhyun had enough. She didn’t break with Ruka right away- no, it was worse than that. She stopped answering Ruka’s texts, stopped answering the door when she came around. She ignored her. It dawned on her then that Ruka was very much in love with her, but they simply couldn’t be. The happiness they both deserved... They wouldn’t find it there. It broke her heart to have to hurt Ruka this way, but she couldn’t even face the poor girl. With a sigh, she closed her phone which had been ringing all day.

A few months after, she saw Ruka with someone else. This time her eyes were bright, her smile was wide- everything she did and said was so genuine. It was beautiful to see her this way. What wasn’t beautiful though, was the girl coming up to Seolhyun and slapping her on the face. The sting was a bright red anger, her cheek pulsating with pain. The girl’s slim fingers made a mark on Seolhyun’s tanned skin. “I’m sorry,” was all she could say before Ruka stomped away from her life forever.

Wandering around at the ruins of her old coven, Sooyoung walks slowly in the silence of the night at the forest, her hand in front of her as she uses the spell of light for her vision. With no direction in mind, her steps led her to where she didn’t want to be. There stood a large tree,eerily surrounded by mist and fog.

She furrows her brows as she remembers that she was once part of this “Higher” witches, who are basically treated like royalty. They made things, they destroyed, and killed anyone in their way. She played the role of the assassin and tracker-- killing anyone who she’s told and tracking anyone who needs to be killed. It was wrong, she knew. Having the smell of blood overwhelmed her, time after time that she killed-- murdered. 

Her thoughts were suddenly broken when she heard rustling in the distance, looking back and putting her hand down to not show any brightness. She stays still as she feels the presence of who or what it was. She widened her eyes as she felt the familiarity of it. Confusion entered her mind.  

zixtaoxo

♟:Patching up a wound

Lack of sleep and long nights in the studio had left the man rather clumsy, so when he was picking up the pieces of shattered glass he managed to cut himself on not one, but three different places. The cuts weren’t too painful but the sight of blood on his hand shocked him. “Fuck–” he exclaimed before turning around to see if anyone had heard him, surprised to see that the place was almost empty apart from one woman.