oh, sweet arsonist

kim yerim, twenty-two, a slippery snake.

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☢ green medicine,

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advbogum:

well, she’s a rude one isn’t she?

bogum scoffs. he’s trying to help her but really he’s not. it’s a guise, obviously, but this girl seemingly believes him. he’s more intrigued at the quick glance of fangs she shows off. yeah, he knew it was right to follow her. he had seen her showing off those scales. she’s a slippery one, all puns intended. whatever she was, snake hybrid or some other kind of vermin, bogum would ensure she would not be going outside for some time. she’s going to need some time away from the watching eyes of the public.

“obviously you’re transforming,” he replies in a dull tone as she hisses at him. he’s not really afraid, their height difference allows him leverage over her. he could easily snap her neck if he wanted, but that was not the point of today. today is about fear. installing fear is something bogum loves to do. yet she’s barely cooperating with him. this just annoys him and does nothing to rectify the situation. if anything, he’s just bothered.

so now she’s just sitting on the ground looking like a child who’s throwing a tantrum. fine. bogum is really sick of her attitude anyway. so he glares at her. “and excuse me for helping you. don’t be stuck up about it.” he replies, almost snarling. but he keeps it together. mostly. 

“let me bring you to a safer place. would that maker you happier?”

‘Obviously you’re transforming.’

The statement acted like a dagger thrust straight through her heart, and a part of her was already dying -- that one, small (yet desperately hopeful) part that believed everything could go back to the way it had been. But now that a stranger had confirmed what a freak she was, Yeri understood that the demise of her human self was near. She could no longer go back to pretending after this. 

“You’re not helping me.” Yeri definitely snarls right back at him, not at all bothering to hide the rage lurking somewhere deep within. Whoever he thought he was, she wanted him dead. It was obvious that he had spotted her scales, and instead of staying at a healthy distance he had swept in like a hawk flexing its talons. He may think he was doing her a favor, maybe he was kind, but that’s not what she wanted. 

She reaches into her pocket, fingers expertly rearranging the keys on the chain in-between each finger -- whatever makeshift weapon had to do. Meanwhile she narrows her eyes, eyebrows furrowed just enough to perfectly send one very clear, very distrustful message: who do you think you are?

“Help! Somebody help me! He’s going to hurt me--” As well-practiced as ever, her voice carried loud, desperate and ever so convincing. She had gotten male teachers fired for simply existing in a way that didn’t benefit her, so it wasn’t hard to convince a scattered crowd that she was being threatened. Even if they didn’t end up interfering she’d have witnesses and, by any luck, this man’s reputation would be tarnished, if just slightly. And that’s why she, as soon as the call for help had carried to curious ears, stumbled back in such a way that would suggest he had just pushed her into the oncoming traffic.

Despite putting herself at such great risk, all her eyes said as she stared back at him was ‘fuck you’.

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☢ green medicine,

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advbogum:

he had seen this redhead a few times at first. she looked normal to him but that’s how the mutants have learned to blend in. they have masked themselves well in the society but sometimes they slip. bogum keeps track of who slips up so easily, this girl is one of them. she sometimes has these scale-like textures that spread across her face; bogum assumes she’s some sort of reptile but he could always be wrong. but these were the closest facts that he managed to create.

now, the second part of his masterpiece, his plan. it was the capture: the stealing. now of course he needs to be really be cool about this. he had this all plotted out in his head. he quietly sped-walked across the street where he spotted her making a fast walk to the cafe. thankfully she was smaller than him as he immediately opened part of his peacoat to help cover part of her face.

“are you all right?” he asks, concern dripping in his voice. now that he’s closer, he can get a closer look at her.

“don’t worry,” he breathes quietly, glancing around at the small crowd that is diverting around them, “i’m here to help. follow me.” he commands and begins to walk with her, still covering her. she’s unaware of how she’s being led into a trap. she doesn’t know a damn thing.

Under the mask Yeri pulls her lip up over flexible fangs once someone swoops in way too close for comfort. By now she had stopped to question why her initial reaction always was to bite. Her fangs literally itched to latch onto his skin and pump deadly venom into his veins simply for existing so near her without an invitation. Everything happened so fast, where had he come from? Who was he? What did he want? She did little to hide the glare piercing his own concerned visage. She wanted to watch him drop dead, and that was a gut feeling she didn’t mind sticking with. Her paranoia shouldn’t be taken lightly. What was a cornered snake known to do? Strike. 

His energy was so absolute, like a force of nature. Before she knew it she had traveled too many steps by his side. The scales had retreated and hid beneath the edge of her mask, but she kept the hood where it was. Previously to hide her ugly truth, presently as a layer of protective armor. Yet she didn’t wreak havoc unprovoked, so a warning was in place. Yeri narrowed her eyes, created momentum by preparing to swing her arms and turned around, out from his side in an improvised pirouette. Once free from his own mundane prison she planted herself firmly to the ground, staring daggers into his eyes. “Help with what?” Her voice was dripping with the same venom that glistened at the hidden tips of her serpent fangs.

Yeri didn’t know random acts of kindness. She didn’t know concern, nor had anyone ever had her best interest at heart without expecting something in return. She had been born into a world of deceit and power, very much a kill or be killed kind of mentality. She didn’t trust people, she knew how scheming they could be -- herself included, of course. It takes one to know one, after all. And that’s why she had no intention to letting this man, this complete stranger, get that close to her ever again. She made sure that her presence was strong, and that her words carried long enough for the scattered crowd to pick up on what she said. If he thought that he’d get away shot-free he was so wrong. “Don’t touch me again." ‘Fuck off’ and ‘drop dead’ was also at the tip of her tongue, but that would hardly paint her as a victim, so she kept it civil.

[thejeweledotter]

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☢ the long way around,

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advxluhan:

In a matter of seconds, everything takes an unexpected turn.

The moment that the red-haired girl lunges at him, Lu Han fights the instinct to retaliate; he halts, forces himself to remain still as cold, pale hands reach towards his neck. Had he fallen into a trap? The answer comes rapidly and is negative, joined by a shive which ran down his spine in response to cold fingers pressing against the nape of his neck. Color is quick to rush to his cheeks at the oddly intimate feeling of the gesture; it didn’t feel right to him to be touched like that, so he fought away thoughts that rose up to his mind. The girl’s words – her, a stranger to him – made it no easier for him, given how the likeness of them was associated to some form of innuendo – just what was she playing at?

When she shifts, the urge to draw back resurfaces, but Lu Han is held in place by a indescribable force, by cold hands that still hold onto him – their grip is weak but they shatter his own strength of will. Words of protest don’t leave his lips, even if he jolts backward a slight as the girl angles her head in order to have their gazes meet; his glasses slide down his nose a slight and eyes widen at the request which leaves her lips. It was beyond him what was more shocking at this point, the request or the way that she latched onto him – why did she? Furthermore, was she unable to walk because of the cold of the evening? The possibility of that seemed highly plausible, yet the elder notes that the temperature wasn’t exceptionally low.

Nevertheless, Lu Han is drawn out of his train of thought, of this attempt at making sense of the situation by her words of apology, joined by a silent plea and hands grasping at the hem of his coat. His gaze runs astray for a moment, as he contemplates and weighs the options he had. Against all protests made by every fiber of his being in not helping – this was fear speaking, backed up minimally by a tinge of rationality – he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before leaning forward and bringing his arms to slide underneath the form of the other, cradling her up into his arms. She was much lighter than expected, he notes, although there was no real expectation present to begin with.

“Alright. I will help you,” since he got himself involved in the whole of this mess, Lu Han might as well go along with it. A look is cast to each side before he drew closer to the wall which the girl was previous propped up against. It was best not to interfere with the passing population, especially not when glances already had to be dodged. “Tell me where you need to be and I’ll bring you there as quickly as I can.”

Through half-lidded, exhausted eyes Yeri could still easily spot the reddening of his cheeks. Well, isn’t that adorable. While her impulse was to raise her free hand and cup that centered heat that was his blush, that would be waaaay too creepy, even for her. Especially since she couldn’t explain to him that no, it’s not what you think, you’re just so warm. So instead she remained fairly steady, awaiting what she hoped would be a yes, but sensed (with slight dread) would be a no. Not that she’d take no for an answer, though. Even as the ragdoll she currently was the young girl could be intimidating as few, but she had never tried to legitimately scare someone after she became the monster she currently was. Would a flash of her currently covered fangs do? Or would she actually have to bite him? She had never bit someone in human form before... how would that feel? For them? For her? 

Luckily her train of thought was disrupted by strong arms sliding underneath her somewhat limp body, lifting her up with seemingly no trouble. For a split second she parted her mouth underneath the mask, feeling the fangs jerk forward and prepare for attack. But the reaction was easily subdued when she understood that she was receiving help rather than a threat on her life, which his words stressed enough for her to effectively snap out of her reptile ways. One hand was still kept hooked at the back of his neck, though her fingers soon spread out a little when the skin beneath them had cooled -- searching for that which was still warm. The other arm was just folded over her stomach and rested there. She felt as safe in his arms as she could given the circumstance, and while there was little warmth to be shared between two proper layers of winter clothing, it still helped for her to bundle up against something that at least wouldn’t make her colder. 

“Take me”, maybe she was forgetting something important, “please take me to...” Yeri closed her eyes when everything started to spin, and for a second she thought the stranger had gone tumbling down. But she quickly realized that it was just the usual dizziness, and once she recovered from that she proceeded to give him her address. As soon as everything was set in motion the panic she had managed to build up waiting for someone to notice her slowly settled itself somewhat. At least enough for her to notice the other’s smell, and the shape of his jawbone from her advantageous position. And how he kept close to the shadow of the wall, as if they were doing something illegial or highly frowned upon. If she wasn’t so weak, she’d laugh. Yet she doubted he shared her amusement at this moment in time. Come to think of it, she didn’t like that she had to refer to her knight in the warm scarf as ‘him’. At some point she would either have to properly thank him for a job well done, or turn him in to the authorities if he tried something funny. So she glanced up to study the side of his face. “What’s your name?” 

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☢ that’s what friends are for,

@shinhyexadv

Yeri usually decided when it was time to clean her apartment with a very simple test. She would look into the apartment from the hallway, recognize the chaos and ask herself ‘is Shinhye coming over today?’ If no, then she left it as it was. If yes, every inch of the place better be spotless. She didn’t have visitors, save for one special person. She only felt comfortable opening her door for the older woman, and she didn’t want to give her a reason to think of her as a slob. She usually wasn’t. But these times weren’t usual, so everything about her was a bit off. At least Shinhye would understand her rather than throw around judgement if she was invited into her usual chaos. But she quite liked to put an effort into making the place feel nice when she came over.

Much like Shinhye had welcomed her into her home that one fateful day, freezing and miserable, Yeri wanted to return the favor a thousandfold. While she didn’t feel like she had as much to give like the other, who cared for a stranger so compassionately without expecting anything in return, she had slowly but surely started to understand that what she did have to offer was good enough. There hadn’t been genuine kindness and warmth meant for her growing up, which made it hard to channel that now in later days. But with the guidance of Shinhye who, by simply being by her side, taught her the joy of being loved and love in return -- something within her was starting to thaw. She was still learning, but she had an excellent teacher.

Right now, however, she just came out of the shower after an intense cleaning session. With the towel wrapped around her body you could easily see the scales that crept across her collarbones, as well as the patches adorning her arms and legs. Instead of getting dressed with whatever garment would cover as much skin (read: scales) as possible, Yeri could, without an ounce of anxiety, put on a sleeveless shirt and some comfortable sweatpants. Her feet were bare, and yet again some glimpses of scales could be seen. Shinhye was the only person she could be this free with, and while it hadn’t been an easy battle with her inner demons to get to this point, she was so proud of herself that she had accomplished the impossible. 

Her pet piebald ball python (who she had yet to name) was busy exploring one of the kitchen chairs. She seldom kept her in the terrarium when she was home. She had purposefully made sure that her apartment was warm enough to accommodate her 24/7, which meant it would be really cozy for an actual snake as well. And the snake did like her freedom. Yeri opened up her laptop while waiting for her guest to arrive. Just reading the file name on the screen made her heart skip a beat and she, who barely knew the meaning of nervousness, could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of showing Shinhye one of her own productions. It had been a long time coming, but the infected wound that was her unattainable dream had carefully been mended by the only person that had ever showed her genuine love and care.

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☢ hear me now,

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yixingadv:

The day finds Yixing out and about, crossing through Incheon’s streets in search of a few clothing items to buy and, perhaps, a coffee shop to stop by after to try and grab something to eat. It was long past lunchtime and although a meal was overdue, Yixing didn’t stop by any of the restaurants or coffee shops he encountered, opting instead to go down along the road and keep an eye out for a specific shop. 

News about it was carried among some of his colleagues at work, with clothes being imported and then sold at pretty cheap prices compared to what one would usually find in a store; this was more than sufficient to grab his attention, because the day when he’d pass up on a good offer has yet to come. Truthfully speaking, if the clothing articles truly were as cheap and varied as he heard, then he might bring others around to get something for themselves too or, maybe he could make note of some products to buy as presents. Regardless of the case, his options would be kept open.

His attention snaps back from the display of a shop as his name gets called out, eyes blinking a couple of times before settling on the person that addressed him. His expression is neutral - blank, even - and it takes a good couple of moments to register exactly who the person is, as well as what she said. “Wha–” the grave tone used by the other, paired up with the statement which followed after had Yixing’s expression shift between shock and confusion in a matter of seconds. His first impulse is to reach up and wipe his nose and he’s nearly halfway into doing that when a compliment’s tossed at him; it’s untimely and it serves to further his confusion.

A little light shines down upon him, bringing clarity to the situation - this was a harmless joke, nothing more and nothing less. A delayed laugh leaves his lips while he shakes his head, biting back the initial urge to scold Yerim; it was pointless to do it when her act was a playful one, not one intended to bring harm of offense. It would be foolish for him to get mad over a joke too, so the whole train of thought gets dismissed. 

“You really got me there,” he admits with a nod and a smile, Same old, really. What about you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, after all.” a look is cast past the cascade of red that flowed down the girl’s shoulders, brown orbs scanning the vicinity of the area for the shop he was searching for or for a place where the two of them could retreat for a bit and sit down for a chat over a warm drink. “You busy with something?” Yixing figures to ask before making an offer, just in case,

Yeri pursed her lips into a thin line, trying her darnedest not to flash a shit-eating grin when Yixing almost believed her. She never remembered that she could do whatever she wanted with her mouth and none would see it beneath her mask, but it was a force of habit. Besides, it was nice to feel her cheeks cramping from the act. She hadn’t smiled in a while, and even if it took a prank to feel that tug at the corners of her lips she liked it. Of course she knew how to pick them, as evident by his laugh and willingness to overlook her childish impulse. And she had the video to relive this moment in times of need, so she was already a winner. 

“I’m fine.” She lied with ease, pairing it with a smile. Would that ever stop being a lie? “School just put in a new gear, so I’m keeping myself busy.” She continued with yet another false statement. Or it was fairly true, to be honest. Her classmates probably felt that the workload had gotten heavier, and she was indeed keeping herself busy with figuring out how to earn money from the safe confide of her own home. So yeah, it was only half bad. Either way his question let her focus on something else, and Yeri shook her head. “No, I was just taking a breather.” Luckily she could still enjoy a stroll with her camera without feeling all too anxious, so she tried to do that as often as she dared.

Yeri was in the process of returning the question when she felt an all too familiar itch creeping across her cheek and further up her face. For a split second everything was still salvageable, but as soon as she reached up to trace the skin just above her mask she froze. Scales. The previous curiosity her eyes had held was immediately replaced with fear. The panic already squeezed her heart, and she only had one goal right now. “I- I need to go.” She muttered to the best of her abilities before turning around on the spot, legs quickly taking her across the street despite the (luckily calm) traffic. Short fingers tugged the hood on her jacket over her head in clear frustration, and she rounded the corner into the nearest alleyway. She didn’t dare look back, too afraid to see Yixing’s reaction.

This was the first time her scales had grown right in front of someone else, and Yeri felt her entire body trembling. She couldn’t undo this, it was way too late for that. Was this the last time she saw him as a friend? She just kept on walking until she reached a dead end, and even so she continued to stubbornly stare at the wall in front of her. Everything was ruined now. He had seen what a monster she was, however briefly, and there was no going back from that. In an attempt to ground herself she started to count the bricks in the wall, most of all wishing to become a part of it and disappear forever. That was of course impossible, but so was turning around. No, she needed to stay right here and not move a muscle, or her panic would get the better of her. 

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☢ green medicine,

@advbogum​

She had done this so often recently, and each time made her feel that much further away from her dream. Yeri didn’t even have the courage to enter through the gates onto the school grounds. She always found herself stood outside the campus, staring at the building that gave her a panic attack just by thinking of going inside. She hadn’t been in class for three weeks, and none of her classmates had made any effort to contact her. Not that she expected them to. She was a hot mess. But even so she wanted nothing else than to be back in that classroom. Would she ever return, for real? Not just once in a blue moon when her confidence shot through the roof. The longer she stared, the clearer it became to her that, no, she wouldn’t. As long as she looked like this, she wouldn’t dare to. With tears burning behind her eyelids Yeri turned around and walked away. This was bullshit. 

Her mood was already ruined, and it would most likely stay that way until she woke up the following day. So she wouldn’t even try to convince herself that she’d be productive, because that’d be a lie. Instead of going back home to the manual that needed to be translated Yeri headed the opposite way. The scarf was tugged even more snugly around her neck, and to make sure no wind got through she popped the collar of her coat as well. She was fairly warm right now, but she had already taken aim at the cafe straight ahead. Her laptop was safely tucked away inside her bag (in case she actually decided to go to school for once), so why not spend an hour or two in there, grab something warm to eat and watch a movie? Yeah, she might as well.

The car came out of nowhere, she would swear on her life that it did, and it gave her such a fright. With a side-step Yeri could feel the forked tongue vibrate in an angry hiss under the mask. The impulse to strike was so strong, but she logically knew that it would do absolutely nothing against a car. That’d only be stupid. Yet as soon as it came it continued down the road, this time not halfway up the sidewalk. But her heart would continue to pound in her chest for several minutes to come, and she instinctively reached up to correct the fabric that covered her mouth. When the tips of her fingers brushed against what should be a soft cheekbone Yeri froze. That wasn’t skin... those were scales. Now both frightened and panicked she reached down under the collar of her coat to fish up the hood of her shirt and pull it up to shield her face. Had anyone noticed?

She almost didn’t dare to look around, and while she did so she discreetly caressed her cold cheek. Some were as shocked about the car as she was, but none paused long enough to pay close attention. As seconds passed she could literally feel the scales creep back down her face, and soon she ran a hand across the exposed part of her face to feel that it was, once again, as smooth as her skin always was. Yeri drew a deep breath and cursed her very existence. If it would continue to be this hard to go outside she wouldn’t know what to do. She was already too paranoid for her own good, so heaven forbid she got a legitimate reason to become a shut in. Yet despite not catching someone who openly stared, she still had an eerie feeling of being watched. That’s why she continued to throw random glances as she started walking towards the cafe again.

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☢ matches and lighters,

@advdean​

Sadistic? Yeri preferred to wrap it up in a nice, innocent sheen of curiosity. It all began when the tips of her fangs started dripping. Disgusting, absolutely, but with the way her body currently acted it didn’t take a genius to draw obvious conclusions. She was as much of a snake as a human could possibly be (what a fucking freak show), so why shouldn’t she have venom too? By that time she had already cried herself dry over the ugly scales covering her body, so when it dawned on her all she could do was laugh. Laugh, and experiment. Mice were bought alive, but few of them remained conscious by the time her pet snake had a snack. Eventually she had a pretty good idea of her venom’s potential, but it was still fickle. But, like a cherry on top, it was also on high demand. 

And so, she was milking herself dry.

She had always been ambitious, that was true. Whatever she tried her hand at wouldn’t just be perfect, no, it damn well be the best out there. So naturally she picked up the tricks of dealing quite easily. She had something a lot of people wanted, so she was in her right to be picky. And heaven knows ‘picky’ ought to be her middle name. Yet her clientele was more of the gambling kind at the moment. Had she mentioned that her venom was fickle? Well, there was a 33% chance of instant death. And you had no way of knowing which dose would be the killing one. Out of everyone interested in her goods, few were as delighted by the risks that followed. But she had her trusted four at the moment, and it was by the word of a particular client that she agreed to meet with a new potential buyer.

On her turf, of course.

Abandoned warehouses always held a particular charm to a movie fanatic such as herself. Even more so when she, after plenty of saccharine sweet nothings got herself a healthy doze of what she loves most: heat. The building was dimly lit, but a wall of warm air hit you as soon as you walked inside. It did all kinds of good to a coldblooded creature such as herself, and Yeri relished in the fact that she could leave her jacket open. That was a rare luxury, indeed. The winter could be so cruel, so a girl had to be clever. She was sat in the middle of the X the two fallen steel beams created, gingerly running her hand along the metal -- waiting. If someone told young Yeri what she’d become she would never believe it. No, she’d flat out refuse to accept it. A narcissistic will strong enough to bend the laws of the universe. But a monster she seemed, and a monster she was slowly but surely becoming in return. Even so there was a tinge of pride as she glanced down at the case in her lap, filled with potent samples.

If she was a monster, she might as well be the monstrous of them all.

Alternatively, a girl could dream.

[redvelvetmp4-deactivated2017070]

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☢ headcanons,

backstabbing opportunist, kim yerim!

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[marci1900]

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☢ the long way around,

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advxluhan:

The chill of winter evenings has people rushing back and forth, hasty in their step as they seek refuge from the cold weather.

Lu Han moves along with the crowd, blending into it while making his way back to Daybreak; the day had been long and dreary, so he looks forward to nothing more than to relax over a warm cup of tea in the warmth that his room provides. A sigh leaves his lips at the very thought, breath turning into a small cloud of white-colored smoke as it hangs in the air and his arms come to drape themselves around his form, drawing closer the coat that he sported; his head dips forth, burying itself nose-deep into the woolen scarf which was bundled up around his neck.

Warmth comes minimally, but he finds comfort in it. He reaches up to curl his gloved fingers over the folds, grasping them in a weak hold and bringing them to press closer to his face – silently, he appreciates this long-received gift that lays wrapped around his neck. Had it not been for shouting to draw him out of this little moment, Lu Han would’ve surely relished in it more – it made him forget about the surrounding cold. Gaze lifts itself as steps draw to a stop, head turning to the direction where the noise came from in attempt of spotting the person which called out.

Eyes widen as they rest onto the form of a girl which lay on the other side of the sidewalk, one who was ignored with ease by those passing by; it was a sight that he was accustomed to from his own country, but it felt no less unjust to leave one to waste away like that. Straying from the original plan of heading back to Daybreak, Lu Han rushes to the nearest pedestrian crossing and moves to the other side of the sidewalk, where he immediately heads in the direction of the girl.

In a heartbeat, he is by her side, drops down on one knee and looks at her with a worry-filled gaze – lips part, yet words catch in his throat. “Wh—“ the attempt dies out rapidly and the only manner in which he comes to save himself is by clearing his throat. “You called out to me, didn’t you…? Is everything alright?” of course it isn’t, that stands out clear above anything else. “Is there any way in which I can help you?”

Yeri never made it a habit to believe in hope, but something flickered inside her at the sight of the stranger not only halting, but then proceeding to approach her. Through half-lidded eyes she could see his careful navigation, silently chuckling when he headed straight towards the nearest pedestrian crossing like a good boy. Or maybe she made no sound at all, as her lips barely moved, but some semblance of amusement was felt in her core. He was there in record speed, something she hadn’t expected but was much grateful for. The red-haired girl had, however, not planned this far. She said nothing while watching him crouch down, the epitome of a knight in shining armor if she ever saw one. Something rattled inside her, and she wasn’t sure if it was benevolent. 

With all the precision, strength and speed she could muster Yeri darted out with her arm, straight towards the stranger’s scarf, and quickly slid her hand inside the fabric and hooked her cold fingers around the warm, bare skin of his nape. Not harsh, but firm. For him to have come this close, she wouldn’t allow him to move any further away until she was safe. The small glimpse of heat was enough to bring forth a burning desire to slide in under his clothes and wrap tight around his body. If the numbing cold didn’t stop her from transforming, her self-perseverance would’ve turned her into a snake on the spot. “I assure you this will be as awkward for me as it will be for you...” Yeri admitted in a low, raspy voice. It almost sounded as if she hadn’t used it in years. “But you can’t leave my side until I say so. It’s an emergency.” Note to future self: would this work as a pick-up line if refined?

If it wasn’t for the mask that was covering her mouth, he would’ve clearly notices that her breath wasn’t warm enough to form the same clouds he did whenever he exhaled. Her coldness was that of a corpse, thorough and daunting. He had merely asked if there was something he could do, not straight up confirmed that he would help her, but by now he had no choice. Yeri stiffly angled her face to look straight into the man’s eyes. “I...” Fucking hell, how embarrassing wasn’t this? “I need you to carry me back to my place. I can’t walk like this, and it’s only getting worse.” She wished that was explanation enough, not that she wouldn’t manage to fabricate plenty of lies if so needed, but she really didn’t want to discuss this further. Everything was aching, and she was so tired. She didn’t want to add to the heaping pile of rubbish by admitting that if he didn’t help her, she would, most likely, die. 

Yeri caught herself closing her eyes, and with sheer willpower she snapped out of whatever daze that tried to seduce her into much needed slumber. Instead she reached out enough for her free hand to (at least attempt to) curl short fingers around the hem of his coat. But even holding on to a handful of the fabric was hard enough as the strength to grasp wasn’t quite there. “I’m really sorry about this, but please...” cut your stomach open so i can crawl inside you the luke skywalker way, was what she wanted to say, but instead her words were cut short and silence filled its wake. Could she be more pitiful? 

[vaszero]

[advzhixiang-blog]

commotion ;

@advyerim

As a person that runs on a fixed schedule, Zhixiang habitually finds himself revolving around the same places when it’s lunchtime – it’s this café, that one or the other. Meals are always light, accompanied by a cup of coffee, which varies depending on what he feels like having; today, he settles on trying one of the locale’s newer additions, respectively a Caffè Misto. The name was all that it held to it, as it was otherwise a regular coffee mixed with milk – it was the freshly ground coffee beans that offered it a different, stronger aroma from the usual, but it hardly stood out among other favorites of his.

The moment that he is done and the consumption is paid for, the man readies himself up to leave; buttons up his coat, slides the scarf around his neck and, lastly, puts on a pair of shades for caution. Although he was far from declaring himself a fan of winter, the season did come with its benefits. What exactly were they? Not many, truth be told, but the fact that he was no longer required to wear a facial mask to conceal himself and, could wear a scarf instead, felt good for a change.

With a final salute directed at the workers of the café, he saw himself out the door and towards his car. Or, that was his initial plan, which suddenly got disrupted by the sound of screaming coming from the nearby surroundings. His head’s on a swivel, turning towards the direction from which the noise came from – he didn’t need to come any closer, since his fine sense of hearing aided him in figuring out what the cause of the commotion was: a snake. Curious that such a creature would be hanging around town at a time like this, when the weather is cold and the sun is blocked out by clouds of grey; it becomes less so, to an individual that knows of the secrets which some people carry.

That was not a regular snake, it was a mutant.

Nostalgia hits for a moment, marked by a silent exhale of the breath at the recollection of memories with a favored individual at Daybreak; unfortunately, he was no longer around. However, even with the male’s departure, another one of his kind appeared – similar in mutation, hopefully not in behavior – and this serves as a good enough reason for the elder to switch up his direction and head towards the place where all of this started; he isn’t one to dwell on regret over people leaving, after all.

Behind the folds of his scarf, a devious smile overtakes Zhixiang’s lips; he didn’t plan to return to Daybreak empty-handed.

[advyerim-blog]

If snakes could cry, that’s exactly what the piebald ball python would’ve done. Yeri had felt increasingly uncomfortable in her body, but up until now these random transformations had always happened in the safety of her own home. Now one second she was sneezing, the next she rummaged around through the pile of clothes she had left behind. It was embarrassing, frightening but mostly dangerous. As soon as she had slithered out of the comfort of familiar fabric it didn’t take long before the first person spotted her to the entire crowd dispersing. Her forked tongue battled the air, trying to catch a scent she couldn’t describe.

She needed warmth, and she needed it now. The ground, cool by winter’s touch, wasn’t kind to coldblooded animals. She wasn’t supposed to be here, and in this very moment the scorned mutant swore she would never step foot outside again. She had plenty of instruction manuals that needed translating, and she wasn’t really attending school anyway, so she didn’t need to go out at all. This, surely, would be the defining moment for her becoming a hermit.

While most people fled, a certain someone seemed to be advancing. She could already feel the lethargy taking hold of her serpent vessel, and if she didn’t act quickly she’d either be trampled eventually or freeze. Despite feeling awfully tired she let her tongue go wild as she retreated back to her pile of clothes. But instead of burrowing inside it, hoping for a miracle, she tried her best to coil her tail around the heap. She could feel a tingling numbness, but she was still in enough control to wrap it tight and continue moving forward, back towards the peculiar stranger that came her way. Yeri knew what danger smelled like, but she’d rather be afraid than dead. 

It did seem like she had the man’s full attention. She moved painstakingly slow with her baggage, but her eyes were set on her planned ride to safety. If she could only sneak up the leg of his pants and use his warmth she’d be in a much better position. And that’s what she was aiming for. She knew that he could panic, who wouldn’t?? But without any open doors in the surrounding area Yeri didn’t have a better plan than this. Besides, he seemed more curious than anything. Unless he meant to step on her and make her suffering short, she dared hope that this could work. But the colder she got the harder moving became, and she was a meter or so away when she raised her head, took in his scent without quite understanding how to read it, and stared him down. How a snake could possible ask for help she had no idea, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try.

[advyerim-blog]

☢ hear me now,

@yixingadv

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer... yeah, let’s go with that. Her skin crawled as she watched the crow jump forward on the sidewalk on the display of her camera, but even so she couldn’t stop. Despite the genuine repulsion, it was equally interesting. Much like learning how someone ticks, she had a desire to figure these awful avians out. If only for a better understanding of how to take them down. Yeri had to focus the camera on something else for a second. The massive urge to kill, or maybe it was hunt, took her by complete surprise and left her standing there, dumbfounded, for a couple of seconds. What the hell was that? Fairly less eager to indulge in whatever sick fantasies that went through her head she pointed the camera back just in time to see the dark bird fly away and perch itself on the nearest roof. That was... weird. And fucking insane. 

Before closing the video camera she zoomed in at the sight of something familiar, and a small smile curved across her lips when she saw who it was. Still in full zoom she moved closer, her mirth hidden beneath the mask over her face, but eyes twinkling when she advanced. The smaller the distance between them, the harder it was to swallow a giggle. By now all she could see were half his eyes and his nose, which by all means was a humorous sight. Luckily she was still recording and would keep this amusing side of Zhang Yixing forever. Maybe this could even prove to be good blackmail material, if she ever needed something from him. Nothing sinister, of course, she’s not a crook. Just... an opportunist. Yeah, she liked the sound of that. For good measure she lowered the camera and angled it ever so slightly upwards for the money shot -- right up his nostrils. That’s enough for her to chuckle, and that’s about the distance she felt comfortable raising one hand in a friendly greeting.

“Hey, Yixing, there’s something I need to tell you.” She put on a more neutral face, voice rather grave compared to her previous joy. But mischief was glimmering in her eyes regardless, like those people who started laughing at their own jokes before they had even gotten to the end of them. “I can see straight up your nose with this thing, and its crawling with boogers.” A lie, of course, but she couldn’t let this opportunity slip past her precious little fingers. Who knows, maybe he even believed her. She was an awfully helpful person. With that said she pressed the button again to end the recording, made sure the video was there and then turned the camera off, stuffing it back into her bag. “They’re awfully pretty, though. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Everything about you’s fine as day, why should your boogers be any different.” By now she didn’t hide her chuckle, and she raised her shoulders to her ears harmlessly. “Nah, I’m just joking. What’s up? Everything good?”

[sanmarin0]

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