sweet joy

They gave Pandora a box. Promotheus begged her not to open it. She opened it. Every evil to which human flesh is heir came out of it. The last thing to come out of the box was hope. It flew away.

[celxhara-blog]

( my lucky charm ; ghr&ljk )

                                     → [ jinkixcel ]

it was a night like any other. instead of staying at the organization to work until late, hara was going to spend half of her night at the casino. it was one of those nights, when she had to lie to her father about her whereabouts, only revealing that she was going to arrive home late. it had never been an easy lie, not with the amount of bodyguards trying to find her. with the passing months, while she worked at the casino, the witch had learned how to escape from them. somehow, that had made her life easier in a lot of aspects. at least now she had more freedom to enter the casino without be recognized.

that is when goo hara becomes serena. it was only a pseudonym, a name hiding a reality that couldn’t be mingled with the one she had at the casino. sometimes, she felt like she lived three lives at the same time. it was almost like, at some times, goo hara wasn’t even her real name. it was something complicated to describe, but when she was at the casino, she was only serena.

“time to work.” one of the singers distracted her from her thoughts. most of their performances had ended. only two more singers and the guest for tonight could take over the stage. it really didn’t matter, because hara knew she couldn’t stay in the dressing room until the end of the show. some of their customers were waiting for her and they had probably waited until the end of her performance to claim her as their lucky charm for tonight.

but everything was a game at seven luck. the customers not only had to use their efforts to win the gambling games, but also to have hara by their side. with so many customers, she couldn’t give her attention to everyone. depending of how long they stayed in the same, sometimes she could only have two players by her side. there was something unexplained about her abilities and this was something she also couldn’t explain. the truth was that whoever stayed by her side at any game, that someone was usually the winner. the same happened every single night and tonight, it wasn’t going to be any different.

they all looked the same, but even in a crowd, nobody would have problems in identify her. the witch was the only blonde and the shorter women of the group. as expected, as soon as hara walked out of the backstage door, people started to call her name. she offered them smiles, following the casino's employee to the game's table. it didn't take them long to get there. it was at one of the corners of the casino. sitting down at one of the chairs at the middle of the table, she waited for the sign that the game was ready to start. the employee nodded his head at her and the witch looked over her shoulder at the crowd of players. most of them were familiar faces.

“take a seat.” and game on.

[celxhara-blog]

( coffee at nightfall ; ghr&myg )

[goexjimin-deactivated20190528]

[ as soon as Hara reminded the nephilim that she (...) ]

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yoongi was a good friend. he didn’t have to tell her for hara to know that she could count with him, but things weren’t this easy. for someone who had always been protected by someone (her father or one of his bodyguards), the witch also wanted some sort of independence. It was unfair to call yoongi whenever she needed help. “I know.” she let him know with a nod, hiding a smile behind the cup of coffee when she took a sip from it. “you know I hate to bother.” and this wasn’t a lie. she really hated to bother people because of petty problems like this one.

placing down the cup on the table, hara kept her hands warm by holding it with both of her hands. she listened to him carefully, laughing at his answer. “why was that interesting? do I even want to know?” the witch asked him, continuing to laugh before she paused to think about his question. now, that was a really good question. she hadn’t thought about that. “probably catch the bus. it doesn’t stop in my neighborhood, but then I can walk.”

[celxhara-blog]

( russian roulette ; ghr&kms )

[myungsooxcel-deactivated2015111]

[ a shiver ran down myungsoo’s spine while (...) ]

[celxhara-blog]

it didn’t take long for hara to leave her dressing room. time was scarce and she knew some of her customers were already waiting for her, around the table of the roulette game, hoping that today was their lucky day. with tricks under their sleeves and with sly minds, most of them were already planning the best way to catch her attention. that was the biggest game of the night. compared to hara, the roulette game was a kids’ game. today wasn’t going to be the night of their victory, if they didn’t have hara by their side and every single customer was aware of this. as much as hara wanted to give her attention to all of them, give them a bit of her own luck, she couldn’t do it. time was scarce and the night was too short.

“the game shall begin.” one of the men proclaimed as soon as the witch walked out of the backstage door. her lips tugged into a smile, recognizing the man was one of their most assiduous customers. her hazel eyes wandered around the faces for a second, recognizing most of them. some men were new in the crowd, but the competition was healthy. that was something her boss was already repeating and even not understanding, hara always tried to accept these silly rules.

the witch made her way to the roulette table, where the casino’s employee was already waiting for her, while playing with the tiny roulette ball between his fingers. however, before she had the chance to take her seat besides the employee, someone called for her. it took her a mere second to realize that it wasn’t ‘serena’ that she was hearing, but ‘hara’. her entire body froze in that moment, not wanting to think that she had been this careless. did someone recognize her? one of her father’s bodyguard had found her? was it one of her colleagues from the organization? between these three options, the latter seemed to be the best and the safer one. she couldn’t even imagine what her father would do to her, if he found her here. 

hara wasn’t a rare name. there was a fourth option. maybe someone was calling another hara? before she had time to consider this, someone stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the roulette table. her heart was slamming against her chest as she silently begged to not be someone she knew. her eyes didn’t stay on the floor for too long as she finally raised them to the man in front of him. myungsoo, that bastard. she blinked her eyes in confusion. myungsoo was the last person she had expected to meet here. his voice had raised and she really wished that she could hit him for this. 

the crowd of men were staring at them in astonishment, probably wondering what was happening. hara only had time to force a smile on her lips, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. that was an impossible mission, because myungsoo’s loud voice had boycotted this pre-made plan. “one minute.” she quickly told to the men, not giving them much time to regret as she reached for the demon’s sleeve, dragging him with her. away from the crowd, but knowing she needed to be careful because someone else could still hear their conversation, the witch turned around to face him. “I can ask you the same. what are you doing there?!”

[choi-ashley-deactivated20161002]

[celxhara-blog]

( nightshade ; ghr&cjr )

                                      → [ celxlili ]

[ －today is a day like any other. walking out of the casino from the backdoor, she only have time to sneak away from some people who want to talk to her before she escapes to the nearest cafe in the area. how long would her driver to take to pick her up? looking down at her phone, she notices a text. it’s him letting her know that he is late because of an accident ; ] a latte with cinnamon, please. [ －hara orders to the baterista, paying for the hot drink before she turns around to find a seat. the place was full and there aren’t many empty tables. finding one at the corner, she sits down and waits. it’s going to be a long night. ; ]

[celxhara-blog]

( coffee at nightfall ; ghr&myg )

[goexjimin-deactivated20190528]

[ yoongi was about to grab his headphones (...) ]

[celxhara-blog]

unable to hide the amusement in seeing him such of a state, the witch actually smiled. the boy seemed very tired and this was something she could relate. working random shifts at the organization and still working for several hours at the casino wasn’t easy. this was tiring her out, physically and mentally. it was an addiction worse than chocolate. working was the only way to keep her mind of her problems at home. she wasn’t running away from them, hara was only setting new priorities for her life.

the witch carried her latte’s cup with both of her hands, feeling the difference of temperature on her skin. It wasn’t cold inside of the cafe, but the weather wasn’t the best at the street. following him to his table, hara sat down on the chair across from his. she offered him another smile, taking a sip of her latte. a hot drink at this time was always perfect. “i was working.” she reminded him, knowing he probably forgot about it. this was funny, because yoongi was one of the few people who knew that goo hara was also serena. it was a secret she kept from a lot of people, even friends. “i hate walking at night, but i can’t ask my driver to always pick me up or appa is going to be suspicious.” she explained to him. “it has been a while.” she nodded with a smile. “i’ve been working. that’s all I do these days.” hara told him, laughing. work has been rough lately. “and you? how have you been?”

[celestial-memes]

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[celxhara-blog]

celestial-memes:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. [text]: Come on if you’re coming. [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome? [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

Please don’t answer your old meme requests anymore. Thank you.

[mpzeus]

I hate you too ~ hara + tempo

[celxhara-blog]

celseunghyun:

[ Usually whenever Seunghyun found himself stepping (...) ]

it wouldn’t be a lie to say that her father was the only one Hara had in her life. without counting with her uncle from the coven and her grandparents, who lived in Italy, of course. the latter, she only saw them once a year, since her father wasn’t ‘allowed’ to step the Italian ground. unlike them, her uncle was a constant presence in her life. mostly because of work, since he was also part of the artemis coven and she considered him her teacher there. her stepmother wasn’t part of this equation, but she didn’t hate her. Hara merely couldn’t understand why her mother’s best friend had to marry her father. it was hard to consider that her father wasn’t a good man, so it was easy to believe that her stepmother was the one to blame. she was the one who was part of the dark coven, wasn’t she? that had to count to something.

it also wouldn’t be a lie to say that the witch would do anything to protect her father (even hurt someone).

her father had a heart made of gold. this was not necessarily true, but it was what Hara wanted to believe. she liked to think that he still had some naivety in him. the naivety and the kindness her mother fell in love for. the man seemed to trust everyone, even strangers. he had a strong magnetism to attract trouble to him, but she didn’t believe this was a coincidence. her father was part of the darkest side of Seoul. Goo belonged to the mafia. his job was only one: lead his people.

everything made sense when the witch found out that her father wasn’t the man she thought he was. danger was always lurking and that was something he had always warned her. Hara never understood this, but after everything she discovered, she didn’t take long to realize that danger was even hidden in their own shadows. her father was a powerful man and anyone would gain with his death. that was when she started to be more careful with him. the need to protect him had grown and that was exactly what she had been trying to do.

until Seunghyun came into their lives.

Goo Hara didn’t like him and in her mind, she had all the reasons to dislike the man. apparently, he had saved her father’s life out of the blue. from her father’s exact words: “the perfect place and time.” bullshit. this couldn’t be possible, because coincidences didn’t exist. the witch strongly believed the man’s rescue had second intentions and she wasn’t going to let him get close to her father. unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights. Seunghyun was going to sit at their table for dinner.

the man entered the room and for her father’s sake, the witch forced a smile, trying to show some courtesy. she had a magazine in her lap, but her attention wasn’t focused on it anymore. they didn’t have anything to talk about and to be honest, Hara didn’t wish to talk to him either, but she knew her father would be mad with her, if she didn’t try to talk with his savior. that was exactly what Hara tried to do, but as expected, her tone clearly showed that she wasn’t in a mood to talk to him. “did you come for the free food?”

[celxhara-blog]

( coffee at nightfall ; ghr&myg )

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celxyoongi:

[  Unlike Hara, Yoongi seemed to hate the evenings as of late (...) ]

not having to work at the casino tonight was a bless. despite today not being a terrible day to her (no paperwork, no training with the hunters, no performing magic with her uncle at the organization), her body was begging to rest. hara was in a mood to be lazy tonight. she was in a mood to do nothing and even if she didn’t appreciate coffee a lot, she enjoyed the taste of it on her tongue. A latte was enough to keep her awake for a few more hours, since she was too weak when it comes to caffeine. the line in front of her started to move, but she hadn’t noticed that yoongi was behind her. she was moving with the flow, waiting for her turn. “a latte, please. more milk than coffee.” she made her order, offering the barista a smile. after paying, she stepped on the side to allow the next customer to order, while she waited for her latte. that was when she heard  a familiar voice. turning to the side, she recognized yoongi as soon as her eyes laid on him. the witch waited for him to pay for his order before she approached him. “hey. I didn’t notice you here.”

[celxhara-blog]

( russian roulette ; ghr&kms )

[celxhara-blog]

myungsooxcel:

[ myungsoo had his gaze on the glass with the scotch inside (...) ]

“my luck is changing, it's gotten from simply rotten to something worse. who knows, some day I will win too.”

the song continued as the witch’s melodious voice echoed in the large room, coming out from the microphone as she grabbed it with her left hand. there was a small pause at the second verse and that was when the magic happened as the corners of her lips curved into a mysterious smile when she stared at the crowd. the audience whistled at her, keeping the Serena name at the tip of their tongues while they cheered for her. it was a moment of gratitude from her. this was exactly why she loved to sing. people gave her back what she would offer in her performances and that was why hara always gave them one hundred percent of her energy.

the crowd was always so loud during her performances. it was a bless. if her co-workers were jealous of her audience, they never showed, even if some of them had already commented about it. could they see everything was different to her? they were there because of the money and she couldn’t blame them for it, because who was going to pay for their bills at the end of the month and who was going to feed their children? only them could do that and the twenty-two years old woman could understand that, but it was still different. to them, the audience was only faces. it was their work and while that was truth, hara’s audience was so much more than that.

they weren’t only faces, they were names too. (they mattered to her)

the performance ended to soon and even if some people were asking for another song, hara knew better than that. it was time for her to switch places with another singer. it was time for someone else to shine with their performance. however, this wasn’t the end of the night for goo hara. the night was still young and she still had work to do. saying good luck to the next singer, she rushed to their dressing room. it was practically empty. the singers before her were already helping the crowd of players, showing their kindness and their talent in making the casino’s games happen.

that was exactly what hara needed to do after this performance. she couldn’t stay in the backstage for too long, needing to face the crowd of players, who were thirsty to win. smiling at the bouquet of flowers (red roses) on the top of the dressing table, she caught the glimpse of her name on the note. it was probably from one of the men she had helped in the past. there was no name on it and it didn’t matter, because she was grateful for that anyway. touching up her makeup, there was nobody to help her this time. that’s how it worked. they stop to matter after their performance.

now, she could only count with herself, knowing that she needed to hurry up because the clients who were waiting for their lucky cham. without her, they couldn’t win and hara was aware of this (fortunately).

[celxhara-blog]

( coffee at nightfall ; ghr&myg )

                                       → [ celxyoongi ]

The day was ending. The sky was getting darker with the passing hours. The blonde wished to leave her work before the nightfall. Not because this side of the town was dangerous, but because demons were always lurking in the darkness. Some of them were crazy enough to come searching for hunters. The excitement in being hunted was irresistible. That was what the hunters of the organization always told her to explain the demons’ obsession for staying in this side of Seoul. Hara pulled her blond hair into a ponytail before she left the organization building. With cautious eyes, the witch walked away from the place where she worked, being careful in looking around to be sure that she wasn't being followed. It didn’t take her long to get to the end of the street. Going home was in her plans, but not before getting a hot drink. She walked into the closest cafe, going straight to the counter to make her order. The taste of coffee was odd. That was why she always preferred lattes. Standing at the line, Hara waited for her turn.

[celxhara-blog]

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( russian roulette ; ghr&kms )

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[ myungsooxcel ]

[ it was just another night where he wanted to go out (...) ]

an obligation. that was exactly what this job was to most of the singers in the casino. their lives couldn’t be compared since all of them had a different story to tell. lost loves, broken promises and disturbed pasts. every single of them had a distinct background to share with each other. one of them was a single mother. there was another one who had to take care of her younger sibling. some of them lived alone with a rent to pay. so many stories and she couldn’t relate with none of them. they were from different worlds in their society hierarchy. while most of them were at the bottom, Goo Hara was at the top of it. she was the everlasting daddy’s girl, always protected from everyone around her. fear of her breaking as a porcelain doll was very present in their lives as they feared the anger of daddy Goo.

hara didn’t need this monthly salary at the end of the month. (not really.)

the witch’s father had promised her the world and that was what he had been giving her since she was born. the word impossible didn’t exist for him as the powerful man had always found a way to give his daughter everything she wanted in her life. she had never asked for too much, only expecting to have enough to live her life. It had been her father who gave her too much. so much that sometimes it was suffocating. the pressure on her shoulders for being Goo’s daughter was too heavy for her. that was why she escaped from her world, hiding herself under the name of Serena.

no, Goo Hara didn’t need the money. she needed freedom. (but that was something she could lose soon too.)

“ready, doll?” the presenter caught her attention, taking her away from her thoughts. “it’s show time.” His wrinkled eyes showed his usual friendly smile. this moment was familiar to her. it marked the time when the stage was only hers to shine. the singers had a theme for their performance. it was a different one every night. tonight, Serena was going to get into the soul of the 1920s years. she usually preferred jazz or some vocal modern song. this theme was going to be a challenge to her, but at the end of the night, she was going to get out of this battle as a winner.

wearing a sparkle silver dress that reached her knees, the witch had a long necklace with pearls around her neck and silver heels to match her outfit. her long blonde hair was tied up at the back of her head with a hairpin, only leave some strands of it falling to the side in waves as the hairstyle was perfectly representing those years. getting the microphone from the presenter as soon as the man announced her on the stage, she sat down on the bench besides the pianist. the red curtain went back and it was time to show her audience what she was capable of.

some people were already chanting her name, recognizing her from old performances. with a smile, she didn’t hesitate in starting the song, lowering her tone a touch as she sang along with the piano.

“gee, but it’s tough to be broke, kid. it’s not a joke, kid, it’s a curse.”

[celxhara-blog]

( russian roulette ; ghr&kms )

                                        → [ myungsooxcel ]

          Tonight was the night of glamour and eccentricity. Seven Luck was one of the most famous casinos in Seoul. It was an exclusive casino in the heart of Gangnam. Goo Hara was working for almost a year now. Being part of a small group of friends never gave her many advantages. The places they frequented in their free times were practically the same her father and his friends enjoyed to go. It was impossible to get away from her father’s (a well-known mafia boss in South Korea) strict control system. The man had contacts everywhere. The witch didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know she was being followed, because it was something predictable. Her father wanted to keep her safe from dangers he believed she wasn’t aware of.

          In Seoul, she didn’t have her own freedom. Everything changed one night when she met a random woman in a cafe, who changed her life forever. At that time, she was already with the Artemis Coven. Her uncle had helped her covering her tracks around the town. His powerful magic had been effective to deceive her father’s men. Her undercover name – Choi Hara – had been a good way to keep the curious eyes away from her life. She didn’t have to worry about that, but she still wished for some excitement in her life. Something that gave her the freedom she never had. That was when the woman caught her singing under her breath one night. It had been after midnight. It was raining heavily outside and she was waiting for one of her father’s man to pick her up. She had been distractedly reading a book when the woman handed her a card with Seven Luck name and contact on it.

          That had been her golden ticket to enter this world. Once more, she was forced to give herself an undercover name – Serena – but it hadn’t been anything too unusual in the casino. The group of singers was selected and besides her, there were only three more women, who charmed the visitors with their voices and tempted them to stay and play one of the games. The action was harmless but very successful. They had workers at the games tables, but Hara and another singer had been requested to also attend some of the tables. It had been because they needed workers, but because they had another talent besides singing. Serena was their lucky charm. The single motion of touching the cards in a gambling name or the white ball of the roulette game was enough to the players extra luck for their bets. Seeing their happiness after winning was something she enjoyed.

          “Serena, it’s your turn.” The presenter of the singing shows came from behind the red curtain to warn her. The makeup artist was finishing the application of the eyeshadow on her eyelids, only adding some silver shining gems at the end. “I’m ready.” She told him with a smile, standing up from the makeup chair.

          And this was how her night started two times per week. 

[hyoris]

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