𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺

❝ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗧 [ 끝없이 ] 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 ❞ I can be your sanctuary . . .

// yxursanctvary //  A low activity, independent, iconless and selective head canon based portrayal of ABBY SAJA from Netflix's Kpop Demon Hunters. Written By: pendragon. (penny). // she/her/they // EST '91 // Resides in Eastern Standard Time Crossover, OC & Dupe friendly! // Blog is 21+ for potential heavy and NSFW themes. // Minors DNI. Multiship // Multiverse // Multipara

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It was another appearance, another music show, another instance where the Saja Boys and Huntrix would have to play nice in the face of their fans. It brought him an immeasurable amount of joy at the frustration that poured from their feminine counterparts. More specifically, the spicy pink haired one, she intrigued him the most. It was between cuts that he'd snuck around behind her, lips curled. "Why is it...that when our eyes meet, you look away from me? Am I that displeasing to look at?" he asks quietly between them. He was risking his head, but the look on her face made it completely worth it.

Jinu. Their "leader". His contract holder. His... friend? Abby had always felt his relationship with Jinu was a little different, and perhaps that was his own doing. His indifference towards any form of heirarchy typically got him into trouble. The demon didn't care for formalities, and Jinu came across as the only one that didn't seem to mind that. Today had been no different, Jinu had disappeared after they'd returned to the apartment and Abby felt every inclination to follow after them. It didnt take long for him to follow the familiar scent to the river's edge nearby. Abby slips his hands into his pockets of his skinny jeans, brow raised when spots the form of the groups leader, the city lights sparkling across the water. "You know, there is a limit to how cute you are when you're all broody." he says, having appeared out of darkness itself as he approached.

Abby sat comfortably in his seat, having been invited to the fashion show and making an appearance for the simple reason of more publicity. His legs were crossed, suit jacket open and the aforementioned bag sitting on his lap. Warm brown eyes moved over the woman curiously before falling to the identical bag in her hands before his lips curled in amusement. “Do you think anyone noticed? Probably much more embarrassing for the designer.” He asked with a small laugh, lowering his leg to sit upright before offering up the bag. “I'll have you check…not very gentlemanly of me to open a lady's bag.” he offers, the demon charm in full swing. “Have we met before?”

only to place a simple red box, the color almost brown with the deepness of the shade, framed with a soft pink bow into his hands. "it's nothing much," he murmured, pink hair tumbling over the pointed tip of an ear that peeked from his hair, before he wound his way back towards the fridge. "don't think anything of it."

and inside the box? a large helping of little dollops of chocolate, slight little morsels meant to be eaten by the palmful, all brightly colored in a way that would have almost seemed commercial had the kumiho not been caught days earlier with smears of food coloring on his cheeks and fingers, the scent of chocolate woven in amongst the varnish and cherry blossoms that usually followed him.

happy white day, aein.

Abby lay unceremoniously across the sofa, donning a pair of black boxer briefs, the closest to most comfortable he would be in the realm without being completely nude. His arm slung over his head as he took the morning to listen to the orthodox silence that came from their shared space.

It was this lack of activity in the room that allowed for the break in quiet, the delicate brush of fabric to disturb the peace before the scent of cherry blossoms met him, and he lifted his arm. Golden orbs fell to the familiar shape of the fox daemon, their yawn meeting him shortly after and stifling one of his own. The sight of them convinced him to sit up slightly, now eyeing the small decorated box in his hands curiously before looking back up at the other as they wandered away. "A present?..." he says lowly, his gaze moving back to the box with a small curl of his lips.

"You always did have a way to lean into your namesake...how sweet..." he says with a small laugh. Though not one for sweets very often, Abby would relish the handmade morsels. Popping a few onto the tip of his tongue, he hummed thoughtfully, leaning back into position as they melted in his mouth.

The amused grin on his face didn't leave him even with the obviously bothered tone of voice that came from the woman sitting across from him. The dressing room is now empty other than the two of them. "Aw, come on... don't be like that...I know you're disappointed that Jinu couldn't be here... but am I really all that bad? I mean, I'm just as pretty...if not more so," he teases, throwing a piece of popcorn, from the bowl that had been left for them, at her. "It'll be fun. Just a couple of lines, then we'll be done."