crescent lines form as his brows knit together, mind in careful contemplation as he watches her. while mortal, her presence holds an undeniable captivation that even has him hooked. the necklace is at home as it sits, circled around her neck — a jewel encrusted to his name that couldn’t have been worn better by anyone else. he’s never on guard at the presence of his one source of vulnerability, attention visibly breaking from his reverie before a hand reaches out. calloused digits hook themselves around her waist before he tugs. subtle but telling. he doesn’t have to make her follow, she knows without question. “ just thinking, ” guiding her into his lap, free hand ghosts over the side of her neck, knuckles brushing over the faint marks. a sign of ownership unique to any saint. “ about where i should mark you next, ”
𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 : her, in all her fragile humanity, nothing but one decision away from seeking finality at death’s door at the mercy of one of 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬, guided into action with just a touch of his hand. but she knows him / knows him better than she knows herself, and that is the only reason she can seek comfort in him despite the bird - bone construction of her mortality. walls crumble like sand against his gaze, body follows until she’s comfortable in his lap, legs pressed against the lines of his body as hands find purchase on his shoulders. this close, she feels inexplicably seen, laid bare against his palms. his touch burns electric along bare skin, causes mouth to turn upwards as blood rushes along spiderweb veins. head tilts gently, exposes the column of her neck in temptation. ❝ should i tell you ? ❞ asks quietly. ❝ let you know where i’d like it next ? ❞
𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 & 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜. cis man, he / him / his.
𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. bisexual biromantic.
𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. irish.
𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. white.
𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. malewife.
𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. graduated with a bachelor’s degree in history.
𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕. upper class his whole life.
𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍. none.
𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗. it’s ,,, complicated <3.
MAYBE IF YOU HAD BEEN BORN THE ELDEST SON, OR THE ONLY SON, THERE WOULD BE A PLACE FOR YOU. but you aren’t. youngest of three boys and one girl, magic ran deep in your family history and the coveted position of family head was passed onto the eldest out of tradition. once, maybe, your family would’ve been kind to you — but your magic was weak where your bloodline was not. you simply couldn’t compare to your older siblings. why pay attention to the seedling when the rose blooms so proudly ?
your whole life is spent on the sidelines, seeking scraps of affection tossed your way like a starving dog. no matter what you achieve, you learn it doesn’t matter : it’s either been done before, or it’s been done to a better degree. eventually, you stop trying. relegate yourself to the role of the silenced, the son who greets guests with a smile while your siblings entertain with fireworks of magic bursting forth from their hands. at nineteen, your family moves to nevada. no one shares the reason with you, but you learn through whispers in the walls there is opportunity in power. your suspicions are confirmed almost ten years later, when your parents hand you over in an arranged marriage, securing power for themselves and for the other family.
twenty - nine years spent on the sidelines, and this is what you know for sure : this is opportunity, and you won’t let your family down.
iii. HEADCANONS.
not a pet person but he has a cat that he picked up from the streets nd its his now . he calls him arthur <3
its not that he Has little magic its just that he was never really taught how to use it bc everyone overlooked him since he was the youngest. he’s not very In Tune with what he does as a druid nd nevada hasn’t rly helped so much as Overwhelmed the poor guy </3
has a Silly morning routine that takes him two whole hours nd it involves tea by the window of his apartment nd trying to make the spoon stir by itself. he has yet 2 master it <3
iii. WANTED CONNECTIONS.
ppl who grew up with him ,,, other druids who he is friendly with,,, unlike seyeon he’s relatively nicer if Not a little bit reserved
he literally doesnt work which means he haunts so many different establishments Which Means let him be on first name terms w ur muses <3
u know what i’ll come up w more later </3 OH WAIT OKAY someone who’s teaching him how to use magic like someone who is like wow how are u 29 and u dont know how to do basic druid things . let me help
figure stays crouched on quiet curbside, digits quick in counting the money she’s supposed to use for her next game. there’s a substantial amount on the line ( there always is, she only ever 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 ) and even that disappears quickly into her jacket when city - silence is interrupted. ❝ are you here to play a round ? hate to break it to you but i’m apparently fully booked until morning. ❞ a greedy hand does reach out though, because seyeon has never once said no to money. ❝ i can sneak in a game if you’ll play big, though. how about it ? ❞
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ꗃ open thread
( at the fortune shop )
THE LIGHT CLOSED OUTSIDE , shiny neon open now dead , signalling the end of their business day . nothing special about that day , tourists came and went , questions all the same . how many times they could reuse the same prediction , only time would tell . it was a moment before magic would wrap itself around the lock and turn , that she heard the familiar sound of the bell . late visit . “ WE’RE CLOSED . come back tomorrow . ”
❝ not even for an emergency fortune telling session ? ❞ 𝐧𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 she is, seyeon doesn’t need anyone telling her her destiny. a perk, she supposes, of really only finding faint in the material. what brings her in is simply niceties. ❝ just kidding, don’t bring out the crystal balls. are you free — ❞ hand waves in a mockery of a circle ❝ — now ? in five minutes ? i need your help. ❞
status: closed @bludrots | location: one of their places
“I’m glad you reminded me to get the daikon, and I still can’t believe I almost forgot to get some on the way here.” After being so thorough with listing out each ingredient needed, of course it’d be the most obvious and imperative item.. for the side dishes at least. Everything else for the entree’s been secured a day prior like the well organized man he usually is.
“At least I got everything else, I think..” And think he does. What, with how deep his brows furrows while both hands dive straight into the broiling pot of water. No gloves, no means of protection to keep the skin from blistering — just skin on piping hot glass in scalding water without rush.
❝ where would you be without me, ❞ says derisively, hands busy with washed rice before it goes to the cooker, ready to be steamed until perfection. still, the loss of daikon would be tragically missed in the apartment. ❝ i’m more curious about how you were given a list of everything we needed, daikon bolded and underlined, and you still missed it. is there anything in your fridge we can use to substitute it with ? ❞
she does take a moment to pull her phone out, eyes skimming over the recipe and ingredients before confirming with a hum that everything else was there. it’s the splash that takes her out of her concentration, brown gaze widening a fraction before brows knit together. seyeon debates stepping forward but ultimately decides against it. ❝ you know, normal people usually use tools when they’re handling things like boiling water. i’ve heard it helps against burns. ❞
Sat upon a comfortable couch she had been people watching all evening, making her way through the drinks menu with ease as she made quiet stories in her head about the people. Like that one was a divorce on the prowl, but it was boring along. She was topping up her lipstick when she caught a nearby person equally as alone, and indicated her head in the direction of one couple, one a lot younger than the other. “What do you think? Parents or dating?”
rarely does she ever find herself in midnight sun, having already claimed hell’s angels for the crowds and 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. but tonight was different, leaving her alone on a couch with a glass of whiskey she’d long since lost interest in. attention switches, catches onto the woman next to her before it strays momentarily to the mentioned couple. it takes her a moment, bottom lip caught between her teeth in thought, until seyeon says, ❝ dating. maybe an affair ? something keeps catching on the lights. ❞ head turns, line of her mouth curling up into a smile as she plays along. ❝ there’s a man by the bar, what are the chances he’s been stood up ? ❞
for once, there are no thorns on her tongue, in the sweep of her eyes over him. it is a rare display of gentleness, of an honesty that is so 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍-𝚠𝚘𝚗. she’s taken over a corner of his office, speaking for it, and despite the wound way she holds herself knows that his domain, so long as she wears the jewels @vilebit pays for, is free for her to walk in. arms cross over her chest, lips tilting up in the barest show of amusement : ❝ you look like you’re in a mood, ❞ seyeon tells him. ❝ something happen ? ❞
DO YOU TASTE THE ROT THAT COMES FROM THE EARTH ? THE KIND THAT IS SHINY, MANUFACTURED IN THE MILLIONS.
i. INITIAL INFO.
𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. seyeon ryu.
𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. none that she knows of / approves.
𝚊𝚐𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚋. thirty-five, october sixteenth.
𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 & 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜. cis woman, she / her / hers.
𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. bisexual biromantic.
𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. american.
𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. korean.
𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. professional gambler at hell’s angels.
𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. graduated with a bachelor’s degree in accounting.
𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕. lower class in her youth. middle class as an adult.
𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍. none.
𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗. identifies as an atheist.
𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. five foot eight.
𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. brown.
𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. brown.
iii. HISTORY.
IF THERE IS ONE THING YOU HAVE LEARNED, IT IS THAT MONEY MEANS EVERYTHING. a good life only comes from the wealth that lines your pocket, and this is a lesson you have learned at four different points in your life.
THE FIRST LESSON: your very birth is expensive. unaffordable. your parents lament to themselves and to your undeveloped brain that this would cost more than they could afford, and where would they find the money? should they get another loan from a relative? a friend? maybe even the men with teeth? it is question and dire worry after worry and you aren’t even aware of it, because you are small and full of life but that very life comes with a price. this is your first lesson of what it takes to survive in this world.
THE SECOND LESSON: at ten, you muster up the courage to ask for a birthday party. all your other friends have had one, and you want the same experience. cake, streamers, people surrounding you with love and well-wishes that you’re celebrating another year. you ask your parents inside the tiny, run-down apartment you live in, can i have a birthday party like vicky from school? and your father pulls you into his lap, strokes your hair, and with teary eyes tells you, i’m sorry, seyeon. mama and papa can’t afford it. you learn that you can ask for anything you want, anything at all — but the answer will always be no.
THE THIRD LESSON: from sixteen to eighteen, you put yourself through the fucking wringer at various part-time jobs. your parents can’t afford to send you to college without help, and you are desperate to have a head-start on the greedy dog called loans. you barely keep up your friendships, and any attempt to spend time with you is rebuffed: i have work, i’m busy, i’ll eat dinner by myself. it is an isolating, lonely time, but you are a force to be reckoned with. you claw what scholarships you can, do two years of community college before transferring out to a college in las vegas. the cusp of your youth is defined by this: you will always bite the hand that feeds you, because the hand that feeds you is the same hand trying to kill you.
THE FOURTH LESSON: against all odds, you survive. but as a fresh graduate in the city of sin, there is a price for surviving. you become embroiled with the neon lights, the casinos, the pretty girls and boys with their leering smiles and charming mouths. you take to gambling cards easy, and it isn’t what your degree has taught you but it is a source of money — and isn’t that what it all comes down to at the end? money? so you let yourself get swept up in the wave, until you can win more than you lose, until your bets are simply facts. your fourth and final lesson about money is that you no longer care where it comes from, as long as you have it. if it comes from innocent hands, or sharp mouths, money is money is money, and you’ll be damned before you ever find yourself in desperate need of it again.
iii. HEADCANONS.
has one plant on her windowsill and it’s a cactus because they’re easy to take care of and she thinks it has a nice personality <3 a little pizzazz if you may
is a good cook! she’s very self-sufficient and independent and cooking is one way for her to let off steam, except sometimes when it goes wrong she just gets more pissed off jHHESljhEJKS seyeon just can’t win i’m afraid
seyeon’s character parallels include k.atniss e.verdeen from thg and mr. krabs
she takes huge pride in her appearance, because she believes that people can perceive how wealthy you are from how you look. she’s willing to go to Pretty Extreme Lengths to look like she has more money than she actually does.
frequents a bar after work hours. which bar you ask ? any . she just goes in nd out nd she’s considered a regular at several.
iii. WANTED CONNECTIONS.
first nd foremost she needs a Close Friend . like they are quite licherally ride or dies nd she would die for them they just have to ask. it would b fun(ny) if they were also supernatural <3
ppl who also frequent the casino that she knows ?? nd maybe she always tries 2 wheedle them into a game but getting into a game w seyeon means losing half ur wallet nd she knows that but she’s always like i’ll go easy on u !
roommates....... or roommate.... living alone is Expensive nd she also needs someone who will eat her cooking
licherally anything goes baybee i’m an open book !!! even if seyeon isnt !!!
1. Radiohead / a. Anne Magill, Never Let Me Go [1962] / 2. Mathem Shiferraw / John Green, David Levithan, Will Grayson Will Grayson / b. Rei Kamoi [1928–1985], Watashi no hanashi o kiite kure [hear me, 1973], oil on canvas, Kasama Nichido Museum of Art / 3. James Baldwin, 'Giovanni's Room [/ 4. Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love / 5. June 30, 1912. The Diaries Of Franz Kafka [1914–1923] / 6. Natalie Wee, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines] / c. Anne Magill, shoreline / 7. Fernando Pessoa 🇧🇷, The Book of Disquiet/ 8. Margaret Atwood, Journey To The Interior.
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