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song sera // year three // lunaria priestess

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There’s something about vending machines at nearly four in the morning that’s just off putting. As he sits there, half a candy bar shoved in his mouth and idly pressing buttons as the machine blinks at him because he has yet to add another batch of change, he considers all things that have led him up to this point. It’s mostly his post-high need for a snack, but he’s still feeling a bit soul-searchy about everything. And the appeal of the neon of the vending machine on the floor and the quietness of it all it sending him almost into a tizzy– he’s still a little too gone for it. 

Or maybe it’s the stillness of it all, not a soul in sight, but himself and his candy bar and that bag of chips he’s been eyeing. Who knows. 

A little commotion catches his attention– and it’s odd because it’s still nearly four in the morning (3: 56 the machine to his right glares at him) and he shouldn’t even be out here let alone another sorry soul. 

Cutting a glance to whoever is deciding to disturb his private time (in the middle of a very public lobby mind you) his annoyance washes away in an instant and it’s almost like the sight of her has him putting up some kind of front and a brow raises in interest and he mumbles around his candy as soon as she’s in ear shot, voice loud in the quiet lobby. 

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Sera herself. Just can’t stay away from me, can you, baby girl?” 

[eosera-blog]

when you have to deal with learning to organize events, finishing homework, and filling up student council paperwork, it ends up with some nights where you’ll be awake until the early hours of the morning. 

the hall of the lobby is filled with a deathly silence at an hour no student should be stirring. sera walks through the short hallway, lights dimmed to allow only a slight glow reflecting off the walls. the washed out tone of her surroundings only dull her senses. the only sound that penetrates is the light shuffling of her feet, echoing loud enough to ache the ears.

at first, she thinks her eyes are fooling her to see a figure next to the vending machines. (when you’ve been up for almost twenty four hours, who knows what you’ll see.) but it’s a rather plainly dressed male with the pale gray hair that strikes annoyance at first sight. she has half the mind to turn back when he spots her and with a booming voice, calls out to her with his vulgar words.

the volume immediately riles her up, irritation bubbling beneath her skin -- if not adding onto the trashy nickname he calls her by. it sends a shiver of disgust down her spine to relive those moments. still, sera should not fall for the bait.

“ you’ll wake the dead, ” she states in a disinterested tone to his teasing. it’s only slightly above a whisper, for even a whisper would seem loud in the emptied lobby. sera keeps her pace arriving at the vending machine, striking one of the buttons more force than necessary. it comes with the aggravation of hoseok’s presence. “ can’t even get some mediocre coffee without meeting you here. ” it was really tragic that she had to endure his existence at an hour like this.

[eohansol-deactivated20160717]

sometimes, hansol wonders what he’s done in his past life to deserve such unfortunate timing.

he’s about to close the door when he sees her, and the part of him that’d wanted to stay in bed immediately roars its ugly head with a ‘see? i told you today’s going to be shit,’ because, if there’s anyone he’d not wanted to see today, it’s song sera.

it’s not that he doesn’t like her. or – to be more precise; before yesterday, he hadn’t really bothered to think anything of her due to her (unfortunate) title as ‘taewoon’s ex-girlfriend’ with whom he shouldn’t get involved with. he respects the whole bro-code thing. but therein lies the problem: he’d sort of fucked over the ‘whole bro-code thing’ by becoming incredibly acquainted with her mouth last night.

it’d seemed like a good idea at the time, when his mind had been hazy with liquor. she’d been incredibly soft and pliant, her lips even more so, and—he probably shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts when she’s looking at him like he’s kicked her puppy.

he opens his mouth, but she beats him to the punch. in only a brief moment of ‘what the fuck is happening?’ he’s pushed back into the room he’d exited only seconds before by someone who looks like she shouldn’t even be able to break a twig, but this is probably where that old saying comes in: don’t judge a book by its cover. she sounds pissed off, and he fleetingly wonders if he should be scared.

“you’ve got some incredible arm strength for such a tiny person,” he comments instead, rather off-handedly – he’s always been the type to speak before he thinks. “ever thought of joining the swim team?”

[eosera-blog]

it shouldn’t surprise her that baek hansol has such a careless attitude. he’s got another thing coming, when the first words out his mouth are less than relevant and demeaning to her.

her eyes narrow at his nonchalant words. but he’s gotten her wrong, she’s not someone you can will away.  sera doesn’t let him change the subject, instead crosses her arms and gives him a stern stare to indict that she’s serious and to shut the hell up.

“ what happened yesterday, ” she starts right off the bat, “ delete it from your memory. ” because sera’s not one to dawdle and walk on eggshells. “ it never happened. understand? ” but it’s less a question, less a suggestion, and more of a command. her eyes indicate no room for negotiation. 

she’s stalking towards him, eyes surveying his body language. “ you won’t tell anybody about it. especially not taewoon. ” because she’s not one to beg. the words can’t and shouldn’t and please aren’t included. because she can’t have taewoon thinking worse about her. even if those memories and those feelings are long over with, she’s the one who’s still attached. 

sera stops in front of him, fingertips swelling with a surge of energy. her stature may be small, but she stands tall. her presence casts her shadow on him to indicate damn well it’s a threat. sera has always been a person who would do what she needed to - if it means keeping hansol’s loose lips shut, she won’t hesitate.

[eosera-blog]

sera thinks it’s a formality, or her job as the priestess of the coven to make sure all her members had made their home in their dorms. but then there are people like boyeon who are too at home in their dorm.

it was a light little present she gifted to the elder girl, a cute plant that she could grow in her room. sera rarely showed acts of friendship, where everything at school was a formality, but the state of boyeon’s room was a little concerning and she thought it would be a nice excuse to brighten up the place. 

“ place it by the window sill, so you can let light in for it to grow. the petals are great for making fragrance potions when it blooms. ”

that’s what she had said only to see over a week later, lee boyeon crouched in the gardens with her plant in the soil -- droopy, dry, and dying. 

sera walks up to boyeon still leaning over the soil, her heels especially close. she waits there with a looming silence for the girl to notice her, lips pursed into an unsatisfied expression, exasperated at the state of her gift by the hands of her senior.

{ @eoboyeon }

[eotaewoon-deactivated20160910]

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( @eosera· ! ) – “Class is now dismissed.” Taewoon can’t even muster a sigh of relief at the words. Too exhausted and too eager to actually get up and go to waste his time trying. The only reason he bothered showing up for materialization was so he could master control over his element as quickly as possible. Though instead of wanting to master his magic so he could actually do something with it in the future, it was the exact opposite: he wanted nothing to do with magic once he left school. Control was the only way to learn how to not use his magic, therefore materialization was the final stepping stone on that path. So here he was.

It’s evident to the boy that he’s completely exhausted himself during the near hour long class. It was the most difficult material to date, and that difficulty had definitely taken a toll on Taewoon’s body. Especially since he refused to exercise his magic outside of class and for simple levitation purposes. His body wasn’t used to channeling so much energy at one time, so it was no wonder he felt faint. Even so, Taewoon knew nobody was going to bother to take care of him, so making it to the dorms would be his problem and his alone.

He should have known better once he stood up, nearly toppling over from the new weight that standing brought on. Materialization usually took a lot out of him but today was especially harsh. Though that didn’t stop him from exiting anyway, even when his vision began to black out and breathing pick up. Taewoon decides to take the shortcut to the dorms from behind the school building when he feels his legs begin to give out. In another second, he’s crumpling to the ground, luckily falling onto grass instead of concrete. Nonetheless the fall is hard and a quiet groan escapes his lips. Taewoon musters every ounce of energy he has to flip onto his back, but that’s all he can manage in such a state.

The boy’s eyes begin to droop shut, exhaustion and the pain of falling fuzzy in his mind. He barely registers the frantic footsteps nearing him, though he’s indifferent towards them. Taewoon accepts the vulnerable state he’s in, and let’s the person do what they will. He doesn’t really care what happens to him at the end of the day.

[eosera-blog]

it’s been one minute since she’s left her channeling lessons. forty seconds since she’s last seen the familiar back her eyes are always drawn to. because she would see him everywhere -- recognize him anywhere.

it’s every single second between those four minutes that her eyes are looking for him. even if she doesn’t want to, her heart is drawn to him. because she knows that he has two classes inside this building and she counts down, chest constricting. her eyes follow the crowd, pleading everyday that she gets lucky so to see a glimpse of him for those few seconds.

timing can also be called luck or bad luck, since this time it comes at a price.

she would only follow him out the building because well, she’s only going to her next class. she could use this route till they went their separate ways. sera trails a clear distance behind him, careful not to give herself away.

but it’s the dropping of his figure that makes her break into a sprint. she immediately kneels next to him, rocks digging into her knees. her voice is trembling, “ taewoon-ah, ” as her hands come up to cradle his face gently and she notices all at once how his skin still feels so soft, his face is as handsome as the last time she saw it up close, but he looks frighteningly pale.

( it’s the memory of taewoon lying slumped on the floor, dark red blood pooling against the porcelain tiles. she’s crying and he won’t wake up no matter how much she calls for him -- )

but this time, she’s not crying. though her chest is telling her that she’s running out of oxygen quicker than she’s breathing in. “ no, you can’t -- ” she’s stumbling through her words before telling herself to get a grip,  “ taewoon, wake up. what’s wrong? ” she can tell he’s only semi-conscious by his fluttering eyes. so sera puts a finger to his neck and sends a small shock into him to wake him up. she can’t lose him like this. she can’t relive that night again.

[eosera-blog]

hi! i’m too lazy to welcome all of you individually since there are like 15 new members......?? wow!! but welcome you guys!

idk if i need to reintroduce my muse since i have nothing on my blog still lol sry, but this is lil’ bolt sera who’s pure lightning elemental, lunaria’s priestess, and daughter to the minister of foreign affairs. -bffl’s with devil in sheep’s clothing minjun, can’t forget that ♥

but i’m mi or mimi and if you guys ever want to plot or talk or fangirl bout other ppl’s threads, pls message me via im or @to.conquer on aim!! welcome once again and have fun (raising hell) ~*~*~*

[eosera-blog]

alcohol is the devil’s advocate and yesterday, sera fell into the devil’s hands.

from the very moment she met hansol’s eyes, the sound of the rushing of blood went through her ears. her insides went cold and the hand closing minjun’s door fell. simultaneously, her brain went through several motions. 

one, the reliving of yesterday’s misguided decisions. how she stayed sticking onto minjun’s side, let hansol pour the alcohol into eager minjun’s mouth, and then he had bravely -- foolishly offered sera some as well. sera wasn’t a drinker but with the party being hosted by both carduus and lunaria, she wasn’t given an option not to. and in the daze of a drunken body, let hansol cozy up to her. she can’t remember for how long their lips were locked, fingers tugging into his locks, her hand gripping at his shoulder - how she could feel the movement of his arm from above his clothes. but she remembers the next morning, feeling exactly like now.

and two, how much she would like to complete erase that moment, baek hansol, and his mouth. they needed to have a little chat. the thought of hansol made the doubt crawl into her mind and spread itself like a spilled ink. 

her mouth forms a sneer, not caring where he was going but pushing hansol to back him up into the closing door of his bedroom. jabbing at his shoulder, she is forcing him into his room and telling him in a threatening tone, “ listen up, baek. ” the door is shutting abruptly and sera places herself in front of it. there is nowhere to run.

{ @eohansol }

[eosera-blog]

{ @eominjun }

there is a balance to their relationship. it is the balance made by two people, from small children to young adults. they were two vines placed next to each other, they grew on the same tree, and so grew together, entwined.

where there is sera, there is minjun. where there is minjun, there is sera.

her place in his life was the natural order. they were in his bed, sera lying on her stomach, propped up by the elbows, legs swinging behind her, and ankles purposely hitting minjun’s knees in a disorderly rhythm. she flickers her eyes back at him to see if he’s annoyed yet, her lips twitch upward.

it’s inane to say sera does not know what minjun does - what kind of person minjun really is. she sees numbness in his eyes, so unfeeling and distance, cruel and indifferent -- but as does he sees hers. the sly trick, distrust, and sharpening knives. but she feels as if she’s lived by him like a mirror. two black sheeps on a scale, equally judged, equally devoured. that is what defines minjun -- what allows her flick her childish smile at him, so easy to trust.

the only sound in the room is the crinkling of the page in a book way too old to have been borrowed out the library and the thumping of the bone of her ankle resounding with a deep knock against the bone of his knee. she’s one index finger into his jewelry box, scouring for the pair of earrings she saw him wear yesterday. the silver caught her eye and she would probably steal them for a while. when among the trinkets, she spots the worn corner of what looks like a polaroid sticking out of the velvet bottom of the jewelry box. the sound of clanking metal halts, sera’s movement freeze as she pries the paper from underneath the bottom.

when she pulls it out, her head tilts at the black and white image. it’s an ultrasound. how curious. why would minjun have this?

her head whips back, “ hey jun, ” one hand outstretched as she holds the piece of paper delicately between her fingers, “ what’s this? ” sera’s eyes keep focus on his face.

[eosera-blog]

hey guys! as you can see, i’m 90% totally not prepared at all!! so anyway, here’s the dish on my lil’ bolt sera.

she’s a smol frenchie, but not rly bc she moved from france when she was seven (but you bet that she refused to speak korean for a good year) so it’s still thoroughly ingrained into her.

the most important thing (or second, idk you guys can decide) is that she’s the daughter of the minister of foreign affairs. the illegitimate daughter! (or well not anymore bc her father actually hid her mother and her in france and then married her mother after her first wife died so she was just born out of wedlock and the whole academy went ballistic about the scandal second year )

so here’s the other facts: she’s a pure lightning elemental ayee, the priestess of lunaria (tbh it’s out of obligation and ambition, she’s going through an existentialist crisis about whether she belongs or not but it’s not smth she likes to think about) about to inherit that high priestess crown double ayee, and the main thing about her personality is that she is very calm that it seems cold, reserved, and seems petite and classy. but don’t let it fool you bc she’s the type to stick one finger to your neck and send a shock through your body if you even try to talk down to her.

i don’t have any plots right now but i’ll get some going... later.... when i write them up ha... ha... in the meantime, pls uh like this post or msg me if you wanna plot!!

( just realized i didn’t say my name or anything but im also jae but not minjun mun jae, so i’m going by mi or mimi!! ty love you guys)

[cfmusings-blog]

                 just remember ; i wasn’t always like this.                   just remember ; my thoughts weren’t always to kill.                   just remember ; i was 「 human 」 before i was a monster. 

[hisparliament]

But it takes  s o m e o n e  to come around to show you  h o w .