☪Magic comes with a price☪

Park Yeong-Rae Twenty-Six Bartender at the Crimson

[familiarphantom]

Crimson Refuge

[familiarphantom]

kasimlillis :

Kasim eyed the stranger up and down, evaluating everything he could from appearance alone. It was a bit difficult, blood was starting to get into one of his eyes, and that shit burned. He took a deep breath from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke as he spoke. “Been worse,” he said, wholly meaning it as he continued to stare at the stranger. “I don’t exactly have health insurance. I’m a little bit off the grid,” he stated, licking his lips.

“You know a guy?” Kasim laughed, coughing as he did. “I’m not internally bleeding or any of that shit. I think I would know if I was. I’m just a little…what did you say? Fucked up.” Kasim pushed himself off the wall, struggling to balance for a second before he tentatively advanced on the stranger. “How’m I supposed to trust you? I don’t know you from Adam.”

“Looks like someone has a hard time making friends.” Looking down the alley behind him Yeong sighs. “Aren’t we all?” That’s what Asteria was. A place to remain hidden. Or...that’s what it was for his family. Looking back at the male he quirks a brow. “Asteria is just a breeding ground of fucked up troubled souls. Just broken people pretending they aren’t broken.” Rubbing the back of his neck he shakes his head slightly. “Anyway...” Trailing off he lifts his brows.

“He owes me a favor. Living here for years can lead to that.” Watching him walk forward Yeong raises a hand. “Look I don’t know who you decided to piss off, but it could very well not be in my best interest to help you.” He doubted it was anyone he knew, but there was always a slim chance it could have been. Shaking his head he sighs. “Besides, if I wanted to hurt you, I could have done so by now.” Sliding the hand into his pocket he looks over the shoulder of the other. “So, what’s your choice?”

[familiarphantom]

Crimson Refuge

[familiarphantom]

kasimlillis :

Kasim knew way better than to fuck with drug dealers, but fuck could he not resist a fight. He wasn’t a little guy by any means, but he also wasn’t strong in any sense of the word. Now, he was battered and bruised, but he’d managed to snatch more oxys, so it was an alright heist.

Holding his ribs, he staggered into an empty alleyway. No one should spot him here, and he could take account of his injuries. There was blood on his face for sure, but he didn’t know where it came from. One of his knees was absolutely on fire, and his ribs felt out of place. Fuck. He was a lot more fucked up than he expected, but the adrenaline coursing through him was a nice rush. Leaning up against the wall, he openly groaned and closed his eyes, sinking down just a little. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, swearing softly to himself as he tried to maneuvre lighting one while still applying light pressure to his ribs. Suddenly, he heard something and his head snapped up, looking in the direction he had heard a voice from.

“I’m fine,” he growled, almost literally. Getting his adrenaline up always did return him to a more wolfy nature. “You can keep walking.”

It was as if he was standing outside of himself. Watching the interaction. Subconsciously mimicking a ghost he’d left across the sea. A ghost he’d long since forgotten. He half expected a slightly meek voice to leave his lips when he spoke again. “See... I think we have different definitions of fine.” Stepping closer he continues speaking. “I get it. Don’t look to strangers for friends, rule number one. But you’re more than a little fucked up.” For a moment he pauses, shaking his head. Sighing he scratches at the back of his head. Was he still at this point himself?

“You could be bleeding internally.” Waving a hand he shrugs. “But you probably already know that.” Looking over his shoulder for a moment he turns back to the male. “If I leave now who knows what walks down the alley next. Could be an angelic savior... Nine times out of ten it won’t be.” Crossing his arms he shrugs. The way the man carried himself, Yeong muses, was the reason he was still standing there. Why he hadn't simply left yet. It was as though he were talking to a memory in a different shell. Narrowing his brows he steps forward once more. “You need medical attention. Not the kind you can do yourself.”

Leaning to the side he rests against the wall. “I know a guy. He should be there right now. We could sneak you in through the back, away from the prying eyes. He could patch you up, and send you on your way.”

[familiarphantom]

Crimson Refuge

Yeong wasn’t unfamiliar with the long hours he’d spend working at the bar. The patrons that shouted over one another to be heard, the ones that could barely find their way through the exit. It was something that he’d became accustomed to over the years. The occasional back-alley deals that took place were familiar to him. Crimson had become a home away from his home. Leaving after shifts always seemed pointless to him. That being said, there were the rare moments when he was traversing the streets to get to his home that would stay with him.

The noise happened once, causing him to stop in his tracks. He stood still wondering if it had been his imagination, and then it came again. Spinning on his heel he slowly moves to the opening of an alleyway peering in. There was one person in the alley, leaning against the wall. Leaning back slightly he looks down the empty sidewalks. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he moves into the alleyway cautiously. Stopping when he gets about halfway he calls out to him. 

“Hey! You don’t look so good.”

@kasimlillis

[familiarphantom]

He wasn't worth it. He never was. He'd never be. Perhaps he was broken. Something that could have happened ages ago in long forgotten places. In a world different than the one he was living in. A perfect recreation. Maybe he would be able to get there. He had to be able to get there.

listen: x

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lunalderidge :

She blinked slightly, before returning for his smile. Strangely enough, she was glad that he didn’t turn down her offer. It was nice to not spend her day by watching television, or simply get lost in her spiraling thoughts about her sister.

“–Don’t touch anything, got it.”

Luna nodded slowly, before bringing in her gaze back to his own and trailed on his steps, following him on his side.

“–Do you mind telling me what kind of cake or food that he likes? I figured it might be nice to bring him something. After all, I’m about to make him parted ways with one of his beloved umbrellas.”

She was starting to mapped this town in her mind, tracing the path she took day by day. A bakery, a convenience store, a diner and now, a thrift store. It’s almost like this place got everything for her to explore.

“–I’ll make sure to look for it, then. Tomorrow, perhaps.”

She offered him a smile, while catching up with his pace. There’s a slight of uncertainty upon this talk, regarding the certain people who she won’t cross over. As if.. she knew his advice wasn’t exactly the part of her forte.

“–My roommate had warned me about them, though. But as you can see, it’s not an easy task to keep my head down these days..”

“His favorite is a family recipe.” His voice comes out softly and he lets a small chuckle out. “He’ll also eat anything strawberry.”

Slipping his hand into his pocket he digs out a key. Se-Ho was probably off somewhere exploring the town. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to do that. To simply get up and explore. Not worry about things. He was slightly envious of him for that reason. He wasn’t tethered to the ground.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find it. Hard to miss.”

Offering a smile he walks to the door unlocking it. Somehow the girl reminded him of Se-ho. He’d figure it was a carefree attitude that made him think this. Dropping the key onto a table he moves through the house procuring an umbrella. Walking backward for a second he turns and holds the umbrella out.

“Things worth it are hardly ever easy.” Yeong muses looking away.

He wondered if she was more like himself or Se-Ho. Or perhaps Ki-Moon. Was she a carefree spirit, or an overlooking shadow? Perhaps she too was tethered down.

[xx-jaeki-blog]

For Me. | Yeong-Rae

[familiarphantom]

xx-jaeki :

“Truth? Ah, I see.” Jaeki can’t help the grin, a smile that reaches entirely to his eyes. It’s genuine and rare, but Yeong-Rae’s words were too satisfying. Really, who couldn’t smile at that? He was totally right though–Jaeki would think about it all the time, and it definitely would drive him crazy. Jaeki rolls his eyes, “Oh my god, yes, Rae, fuck.” Jaeki slips past him to stand at the cart, his leans against it, waiting for Rae to get his receipt, and once it’s exchanged he starts pushing the cart towards the exit, “Sometime–after today–like when Zavier lets you have free time come on over, I’ll set you up with whatever you want. If you want me to do it, I can, but literally any of our artist will give you the coolest shit, okay? Whether it’s a piercing or a tattoo.” He shrugs his shoulders as they exit into the parking lot, it was one of the days in Asteria Falls where the clouds were thick, but the weather itself was rather nice, “We’ll make you look badass, Yeongie, I promise.” 

Jaeki helps him move the bags into his car, and Yeong next words were so…accurate. Jaeki frowns, and tucks some of his hair behind his ear. He licks his bottom lip, and pushes the cart away. When he returns he hovers at the passenger door. He sighs and open it, sinking to the seat. He’d never driven with Yeong-Rae before. Was it normal to feel nervous? He glances at the familiar from the corners of his eyes. The way he leans back, how his fingers wrap laxly around the steering wheel while the other ahnd starts the car. Jaeki felt warm. How could someone starting a car be fucking hot; what the actual fuck? He grabs his seat belt and pulls it over himself, “You know me so well it’s a bit scary.” he jokes, the click of his belt seemed too loud, almost as loud as his beating heart, “I think…I want meant to be but I have to be realistic…it’s not going to happen to someone like me.” he laughs. It would have been strained or choked, his emotional should have seeped through, but a guy like him…he was too good to mess up. He had good control over his emotions. Well…not control. But he was good at playing pretend. So, his laugh sounded normal, and carefree. Jaeki watches Rae switch the car into reverse and he reaches out, laying his hand over the taller’s, “Baby…seat belt, c’mon.” He smirks, and gives his hands squeeze, letting his fingers trail across the soft skin of the back of Yeong-Rae’s hand as he withdraws. 

“Why not both?” Was it an excuse to spend more time with him? He wasn't sure. If it was he would deny it. Rae knew better. Stuffing the receipt in his pocket he gives a quick lopsided grin that just as quickly fades. It was rare moments like this that made him step back. Made him want to run. To gather stones and build them upward and out. Surround himself in a stone casing. Pray that it would never crack. “I’m looking forward to it. Maybe I’ll finally buy a motorcycle.” He would not. But if he had the tattoos and piercings nobody would question it. Walking towards the car he watches the incubi from the corner of his eye. There was something with Jaeki. Rae couldn’t place his finger on it. But he was... different. Maybe that’s why he was fine with this.   Putting the bags in the car he exhales quietly listening to the cart being moved away. It was strange. His chest never felt this heavy when he was about to drive.

Pushing the feeling away he slinks down into the car. Immediately falling into his normal routine. It was as if he’d never felt the heaviness in his chest. Until the voice reaches his ears again. He shrugs his shoulders. “Everyone wants meant to be.” Peering out of the window he begins to reverse the car until a hand touches his. “Its about three blocks away.” Sighing he bites his lip with a small chuckle. Dragging the seatbelt down he secures it in place. “Not a long drive.” Pulling the car out he turns his gaze to the front once more. As he drives he tries his hardest to ignore the word and the tingling sensation in the back of his hand. Clenching the steering wheel tightly he glances out of the window briefly. It wasn’t a big deal. It was mindless flirting. A joke. Empty flirting. He found his mind repeating the words. Each time he did... they seemed to mean less and less. Don’t fuck anything up. Shaking his head he spares a quick glance at Jaeki. “How is Infamy doing anyway? What hours should I shoot for?” He was trying to fill the silence. He knew that. But the thoughts would get louder. His mind would try to convince him that he was wrong. And he couldn’t deal with that right now. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel he shakes his head slightly. Parking the car in the empty spot at his house he unbuckles the seatbelt. Taking the key from the ignition he steps out of the car pushing the door shut behind him. Walking around to the trunk he gathers the bags.

[familiarphantom]

briar-williams :

Flabbergasted, the blonde blinked at him, swallowing the lump that begins to build in her throat as she taking in his appearance. She wasn’t aware about the time being, but she was convinced that Zavier has been around longer. Yet, she’s still having a hard time to stomach the truth that was slowly revealed in front of her naive eyes.

“–You looked great for someone in their two-hundreds.”

She musters a soft laugh.

“–All the joke aside, I’m just glad that you didn’t choose to ignore me.. How will I survive without all your tales?”

He always found it funny. People settling in a town only to have to leave because their cover would be blown. Yet so many craved for a taste of it. A taste of immortality. As if it were the greatest thing to exist. He was sure their opinions would change if they were granted their gift. 

“That’s very kind.”

Lifting his brow he shakes his head.

“I do have rather nice tales.” 

He wouldn’t say it, but he was glad as well. 

[familiarphantom]

ameliaclifton :

amelia grinned and nodded her head.”that’s fair.” conversations, well, good ones weren’t easy. “i’m sure that in time the same conversation could play, but i don’t know if i want to think too much on the possibilities.”

“i agree. though i can’t say that i’ve really gotten through your head.” she admitted with a tilt of her head as she looked over him. “though the night is young.” she smiled as she looked back to the water in front of her.

“I can’t fault you for not wanting to.” It was a rabbit hole to fall down. One that Rae knew he should stop dancing along the edge of. But it was something he always found himself doing. He was on auto-pilot.

“That it is.” Shutting his eyes he leans back against the bench taking in the sounds of the nightlife. “Plenty of time to pick through each other's brain.” He wonders for a few moments if the woman who took care of them would have liked this view. He reasons she would have.

[familiarphantom]

Accustomed Apparition

[familiarphantom]

THE VAMPIRE PAUSES when he enters the room, a bit startled by the quiet voice. he turns his head, surprised as his eyes land on one of his employees — before a smile of his own settles upon his features. “ rae. ” he states as a form of greeting, taking a seat on a bar-stool.

he lets out a small sigh, as if tired before turning to the other’s question. “ mmm, longer i hope, much longer. ”  the vampire hasn’t fully healed yet. he tries to sit still, hoping that the minor flinches he lets out go unnoticed. “ a drink please — a glass of whiskey would do. ”

he takes a look around the half-empty bar — HIS BAR. the one he’s neglected for months and left zavie to deal with because of his impromptu side-quests. another sigh leaves his lips, fingers clenching as the thinks back on his latest disappearing act. it wasn’t worth it. the pain in his chest, the paranoia — it wasn’t worth it.

he refocuses, shaking away such thoughts and putting on a grin. “ say, i don’t think i’ve heard you say this much whenever i’m around. ” if he was ever around.

Slowly nodding Rae looks down. He couldn’t fault him for gravitating to other locations. It was something he considered doing himself multiple times. The only thing stopping him from leaving was a ghost. Broken memories of someone who was long gone. Grabbing a glass he pours the whiskey before looking at Ardan.

He offers the hint of a genuine smile before pushing the glass towards him. “Glad to hear it.” Looking over his shoulder at the patrons he lightly drums his fingers on the bar. Days like today gave him a lot to reflect on. He knew why he kept the wall up. It was something that made him feel...safe. It was a wall he tried to keep up with everyone. A wall that was somehow always cracking and breaking at the foundation.

Letting a small chuckle out he shrugs his shoulder. “Yeah. I normally don’t talk when you’re around.” Sighing slightly he puts a hand in his pocket. “Force of habit I suppose.” He says this much quieter. As if trying to convince himself it was true. Trying to justify the walls he built higher because of the people Ki-Moon told him about so many years ago. Because of the soft voice he barely remembered singing during long nights. Two people who vanished without an explanation. 

Shaking his head he forces a smile. “I’ll try to change that. Just working at the bar, you find most want to simply drink and reflect on their days.”

[familiarphantom]

Shattered Expectations

[familiarphantom]

zavierirving :

Zavier rolled his eyes with a slightly amused grin toward the familiar’s typical sarcasm. “Leave it to you to make light of situations as these.” It was refreshing to have someone with such a calm nature in these intense situations. Anyone else in their right mind would be flipping their shit right now but thankfully that was not Rae. His eyes searched over his expression trying to read through his sarcasm to see what true pain his partner was experiencing. Through his stone expression Zavie wouldn’t openly admit it, but his heart was aching with worry. A soul that didn’t let himself become attached to much the vampire could help the bond that formed between them after these many years. Rae was the son he never had in a strange way of explaining his relationship with the boy.

“We’ll get you drinks when you are healed Whiskers…” He remarked with a unamused tone. He was seriously hurt and the scent of his blood thickened the air only making the vampire ache. It was hard to control urges with this much pouring out of him, but thankfully he was old enough to have some restraint. He knew Rae was internally struggling with his sense of pride and thought he might of let Zavier down but that was quite the opposite. He was proud he even still tried to fight considering the wound. “I know this isn’t exactly ideal but it’s either that or die and you won’t want me to have to choose for you. Once Rae showed some reasoning Zavier smirked shaking his head. “You’ll thank me later.” He chuckle holding his wrist over the boy’s mouth so his blood dripped onto his lip and his tongue.

Once Rae took for what he thought was enough to heal him Zavier effortlessly scooped the taller male in his arms. He needed to bring him out of the rain and keep him somewhere safe until the storm let up. He couldn’t take the chance of them being ambushed while the other male was still free. Back in the abandoned home Zavie place the injured boy cautiously on the old dusty couch before walking around the room in search of a liquor cabinet or something.In what was left of the kitchen he found what happened to be an old bottle of gen hiding in the years of settled dust in an open cabinet. “Here.” He tossed it in the other’s lap as he took a seat beside him. “Promised a drink to the winner.” He smirked and the thunder continued to roll in the distance. “Don’t give me that face. I’ll take care of the other. He won’t get away from us that easily.”    

Stay composed. 

The thought crosses his mind swiftly as he breathes in through his nose. He knew that outwardly he was fine. That’s how he always needed to be. The turmoil running through his brain tugging at every part of him made him want to scream. “You expected different?” Flashing a grin he lifts his brow. He wondered if the other could see how broken the wall he’d hastily thrown up between the two truly was. He wondered if Zavier knew how close he’d been to just breaking on the spot. How easy it was to forget that he wasn’t among his brothers. That he wasn’t within the safe confines of his house. In a dark room, on a dark street with the doors all locked. But how could he know any of that? The sarcastic comments were his defense mechanism. In case the walls were too broken to repair. Did he arrive so quickly because of the scent, or the sound of a terrified heart? 

“Rather boring if you ask me... but I’m sure I will.” He says this much quieter than intended. He’d be surprised if the rain hadn’t completely overpowered the words. Was his heart beating fast again? Or did it just leap at the mention of dying? How was it that he found himself so terrified of the concept still? Living as long as he would live. You think the concept would simply become numb to him... He thought it was. But perhaps that had been another lie he’d tell himself during the late hours he spent dragging hues across an empty space. He wondered if the thoughts were rising because of the desire to distract himself from the blood that was falling past his lips. “Why don’t I get it out of the way now? Thank you, Zavier.” Sighing he coughs slightly shaking his head he forces a chuckle out. “Let’s not make this a habit.”

He hardly realizes that they’re moving until the feeling of rain dancing across his skin ceases. Blinking he gazes at the rotting wood above him. The house, though he’d never been in it before this night. Reminded him of home... If he could call the buildings they’d dodged and weaved through a home. The rain made it even more familiar to him He realizes it when he hears Zavier rummaging. He wasn’t himself right now. He was falling backward throughout time. To his childhood... He assumed that was the best word for it. He was that same scared kid hiding on the rafters while the people he knew were getting dragged away. The only thing that pulls him back to the present is the end of Zavier’s statement. “You’re drinking too.” He retorts finally looking down at the bottle before opening it. 

Stay composed.

[familiarphantom]

lyra-kim :

“–Ah, I’m glad.. and I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Are you alright?”

She offered him a slight nod, before she finally looked up. The sight of the bridge towered above them was.. causing a slight distress for checking on the other’s well being. After all it was quite a high fall and could cause a few serious injuries if they landed in the wrong spot. Lyra paddled her legs below the water, effortlessly maintaining herself to float within the surface. There are times like this, when she was feeling grateful for her condition. She might stir some commotion if she has a perfect mermaid tail, as though she doesn’t aware, whether he is the part of supernatural beings or a human.

“–It was a high jump, though. I hope you don’t bump your head, or something.”

“I'm alright, yes.”

Slowly swimming toward the shore he sighs. He needed to be more careful. Sure the woman was fine. They’d been able to establish they both were. But had the bridge been higher... someone would have gotten hurt. Maybe someone was hurt. He heard that adrenaline could cause someone to not feel their pain. He wonders if that were true. It didn’t matter right now, Yeong knew that. His gaze finds its way to the water. He’d always enjoyed swimming. Being able to feel weightless... as though his problems weren’t there. But they would be there when he left the water. He knew that now.

“I didn’t hurt my head. It was a high drop though.”

[lukas-musings]

     First things first           I'ma say all the words 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

                            I’m ғɪʀᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ                                    and 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 of the way that things have been

[themusewhomuses]

The HEAVENLY SINS                             I bathed in                                         IGNITED my soul

[lilac-rph]

           Not as eloquent as I may have 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥,                                                But it will get 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕓 done.

[spiritmusing]

Happy,lonely,laughing, receiving, rejoicing, being alone…

tears come in more than one colour !

[lilac-rph]

                            In the valley of darkness,                                            there is no 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹.

[lilac-rph]

    You might 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 with anger,                  you might 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨 your fragile mind.

                             You wanna go 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧,                                         but you’re running out of time.