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eunjiisms !!

her eyes narrowed at that. she knew hajoon said it as a reason she couldn’t go back for the night, but now more than ever she just wanted to go home. “i’m sorry, you think they’re going to go to my apartment? that means we have to go back.” oh she’d really kill them then. apparently she shouldn’t have let the one just run off like that. eunji should have obliterated that. that was where her stuff was, stuff she had been collecting for centuries. hell if she was injured and wouldn’t fight quite right, of course, in the back of her mind she knew they probably wouldn’t be able to get in, the building was highly protected, but the idea still upset her.

eunji had to resist the urge to pull away at the contact. it was just hajoon, it was fine. after a moment or two she allowed herself to shift her weight so that it was a little more comfortable on her leg, even if it would make it easier for hajoon to drag her to his pent house rather than back to her apartment like she wanted. her face hardened slightly. “that’s horrible. so anyone’s in danger then?” it wasn’t a nice thought. she frowned, but didn’t move to try and break away from the other warlock just yet “i have plenty of healing supplies back at my apartment. if anything i’ll be much safer once i’ve taken care of these injuries.” it might have been a valid point if she wasn’t certain he had his own supplies as well.

if there was someone more stubborn than himself that was definitely eunji, something that always drove him insane whenever she was stuck in one of her moods of not letting something go. “ that means we can’t go back. i’m sure the two of us combined could deal with one or more of those things but i’d rather not challenge the odds and get you healed first. ” knowing how his oldest friend was, hajoon was certain she had plenty of protective spells the building she lived in -- might even have cloaking spells, since one could never be too sure and eunji often stressed that to extreme points.

it didn’t seem to be an injury of life and death which reassured him that convincing her to go with him to his pent house wasn’t wasting precious time to save her life, but was still annoying him. god, why couldn’t she just listen to him for once in her lifetime ? “ seems so, the nephilims have lost their leader but the rest of their soldiers are alive. i’m aware both vampires and werewolves seem to have been targeted more often, but i’m not sure about the faeries. ” he paused for a moment, mulling over those facts and how the others seemed to have lost more than them -- warlocks would be targeted more often now. “ but the apprentice and now you, we’re all in danger. ” perhaps that would wake eunji up from being so stubborn. “ i have plenty of healing supplies at my penthouse and i have to warn the kids to be safe, i will not lose anyone else. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 eunji !

jlnahpark !!

her face flushes a slight pink, feeling somewhat irritable even though he was being nice about the fact that she just narrowly avoided barreling into him as if he was a bowling pin. it wasn’t every day she embarrassed herself like this in front of a complete stranger, so she wasn’t quite sure how to handle this. jinah didn’t think she had to apologize, as she had managed to avoid running into or injuring him, at the cost of her elbows and knees getting scraped up in the process but she supposed it was better her than him. they would be healing within several minutes as they were only surface wounds- one of the few perks of lycanthropy. she got to her feet, walking towards him to get closer (jinah wasn’t concerned about things like personal space) and sniffed. “warlock,” she stated, assuming that’s what he was by the distinct smell of burnt matches. she was always a bit amazed by warlocks, as they had the possibility to do many things and help people with their magic. jinah’s powers were mainly good for ripping out someone’s throat if need be. “this street is normally deserted at this time.. i wasn’t expecting to see you, much less run into you. there aren’t many places i can run at full speed in the city,” jinah explained, examining her elbows to find the healing process was already beginning- she noticed her wounds always itched when they were healing. “if any mundanes saw me.. i would have just said i run track. am i keeping you from being anywhere?” she asked, a half-hearted attempt at being polite- but she really didn’t want to keep him if he had somewhere else to be.

lycanthropes were always an entertaining bunch if you asked him, they rarely cared about rules and would most likely do as they pleased. the animalistic nature in them was their driven point and could be of great help if they were on your side -- however, if pissed off, the whole pack would back up their pup rather aggressively. hajoon had run into plenty of werewolves during his years in earth, some were amicable and some were not. he wasn’t one to judge an entire race based on a few negative encounters in the past so he was pretty much okay with the seoul pack, both them and the warlocks of the city seemed to not cross paths often which probably helped with their mutual disinterest for one another. the guy was amused when the girl sniffed him, quickly declaring him a warlock. wolves’ sense of smell never failed to amaze him. “ high warlock of seoul, if you may. but warlock is fine as well, i don’t mind. ” his lip quirked up in amusement, finding it a bit refreshing that the other didn’t know who he was. other downworlders or shadowhunters would look at him in another light and often asked him favors in related to his magic abilities. he nodded slowly to her explanation, guessing it was harder for the wolves to live in a city crowded with mundanes. warlocks could pass up as humans wearing glamours to hide their demon marks just like shadowhunters hid their runes, the faeries didn’t seem to leave their realm a lot and vampires thrived off so many walking blood bags around. but werewolves had to shift at some point and giant wolves running through the seoul streets would be hard to miss. “ ah, well, it’s a good thing you’re here i suppose. ” hajoon straightened his back, seizing his chance of acciddentaly running into the lycathrope to his next destination. “ i’ve been summoned by the leader of the pack to a meeting, i’m sure you’ve heard of the recent killings ? ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 jinah !

arevum !!

a truce is what the court was calling it. at first areum laughed - a truce between the warlocks and the fey? such happenings haven’t been heard of for centuries. she had listened to the faeries talk down the warlocks for years; though since hajoon’s reign the unspoken battle between the two races had seemingly lessened up. but that didn’t stop some from continuing to hate the others, namely some of the older ones that held grudges. and yet here they stood today, forming a pact.

“thank you for coming - i assume you’ve been busy?” she questioned, genuinely intrigued. areum herself had been extremely busy since the news break, and she was merely the helper. it had to be worse for the actual leaders. “i’m sorry the elders weren’t able to see you tonight. i’m afraid you’ll have to settle for me instead.” she was used to it - she was often the one to deal with whatever the higher uppers didn’t want to do. meetings were no exception.

areum twirled the finished flower crown around her finger. “i couldn’t agree more. i think it’s foolish to pick fights simply for the… fun of it, so to speak. ” hilarious coming from a fey. they practically lived for picking fights; it was hardwired into them. but whether it was intentional or not depended on the person. areum was somewhere in the middle. she looked up at him, a mixture of curiosity and mischief gleaming behind her eyes. “have you ever seen the fun in it, hajoon-nim?”

although both were magical creatures, they steemed from very different places. warlocks were the offspring of demons whereas faeries had both angel and demon blood running through their veins. their distante for one another had always been present, the eldests of both races weren’t always receptive of the other’s presence and many have fought before. hajoon was tired of wars, he had seen plenty through his 450 years alive to last him a lifetime and for that he made sure to ensure a somewhat truce between warlocks and faeries ever since he was appointed high warlock of seoul.

that had been, perhaps, the only reason a meeting between him and the high court of the faeries had been called -- all of them must join to fight together agains the real enemy targeting everyone. but it was hard considering some still held grudges from the past and their enemy wasn’t clear yet, everyone pointing fingers to other races to put the blame on. if they weren’t careful, a war they couldn’t afford at times like this would break loose. “ yes, i have held meetings with the leader of the vampire clan and the shadowhunters for this very same reason. everyone’s anxious about this upcoming foe that threatens all of us. i’m sure you’ve been very busy as well. ”

hajoon bowed slightly to the girl who didn’t seem to be much older than him, at least not in what they looked like -- he knew she was older than her apparience. “ should i address you as your highness or something of the likes ? i haven’t met with the faeries’ high court before. ” he commented, a bit anxious about not being polite enough. perhaps the future of their own rested on managing to propose a mutual understanding between both of them. “ that’s a tricky question, you see. i would be accused of lying if i said no but my posture remains, picking up fights among us is a very foolish move. we need to stand together against this so-called creatures the nephilims have described. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 areum !

mcnicpixie !!

“thats probably because it burned up in the fire — or maybe someone took it as a souvenir of whatever is left of last nights fiasco.” nyx tries to approach the situation as flippantly as possible in hopes that she doesn’t appear as upset as she truly is. for the 60 years that she had been in operation she didn’t feel as if she had to keep any pretenses with the other — hajoon was one of the few people in her life that knew nyx for the person she hid behind neutrality and amusement for the sake of amusement. “personally I would have taken it, given it a memorial with a quirky epitaph or something. ‘when a fairy doesn’t shine anymore’.”

yet nyx had learned early to survive —- she hadn’t died when they accused her of muder, she hadn’t died when they abandoned her to make her own way with no contacts and no money, and she certainly did not die in the face of those odd creatures that had designed to destroy her bar. “I’m not actually sure who…or what they were. I managed to kill one but it’s pretty much nonexistent now…even if you could find it in the rubble.” he was the high warlock and more crafty that she figured some people gave him credit for. yet she had faith in him to know exactly what she was talking about without having to go into detail.

so instead she moved away from her seat and offered it to him with a single gestures, going around her pitiful bar to try and rifle to see what drinks were salvageable. she was still a hostess, still a bartender, and if she needed anything right now it would have to be a strong drink that could help her forget. “unfortunately you’ll have to find somewhere else to do your business for a little while….” which meant that she might not see him for a bit….there weren’t any pretenses about simple business if her club was destroyed…and she knew that they were both too stubborn to play around with that bubbling feeling that only seemed to appear whenever he came around. “…but..I’m glad you came.”

the situation wasn’t the best for them to meet, seeing as she was heartbroken over her destroyed bar and he was just... not the type of person to cheer someone up. he had never been, not even he was way younger and more open to people. now he was a cranky old man embodied in a magical being that looked twenty four years old, not that any of that helped nyx in any way. if it was anyone else hajoon wouldn’t have really cared, he wasn’t close to anyone but other warlocks and even that was still a stretch. however, when it came to the faerie, he wanted her to be happy and would feel like shit when something bad happened to her; just like losing her bar. stupid feelings and stupid useless emotion called attraction.

“ i could always make a new one for you. or rather, turn all that rubble and burnt wood into a new sign that looks like the old one. i’m sure i still remember how it looks. ” he offered with a shrug. really, it wasn’t much and hajoon downplayed by keeping his stony face and simply shrugging the offer off as if he didn’t care -- but the fact that he was willing to do magic for such a trivial thing if it meant making her happy spoke volumes. his attention shifted to the burnt pile of rubble, nothing salvageable of it -- whatever the creatures were made of and why they practically turned into a pile of nothing couldn’t be investigated from this. it was another dead end, something that was starting to annoy him.

standing up again he sat down where she had previously sat, fingers drumming while he watched her play hostess. nyx really was dedicated to her job and her bar, even in the midst of despair of what she had lost she was making sure he felt welcomed to the decaying bar. god, if only she wasn’t like that he wouldn’t have to worry about the stupid feelings. “ you managed to kill one of those things, that’s more than others have. ” he shrugged, eyes moving from the alcohol bottles she was going through to her profile. “ i had to check what happened personally, as the high warlock i’m informed of such things if anything threatens the magic world. ” i was worried for you, was what he didn’t say. being honest with himself he only came down personally because it was nyx and not someone else. “ will you rebuild fairylights ? ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 nyx !

。 eunjiisms !!

eunji scowled, but the tension in her shoulders dropped slightly it was just hajoon. at least that meant she didn’t have to worry about saving her face. he’d seen her at worse after all. this couldn’t be considered that big of a deal. “sorry, sometimes i forget that i have to respect my elders. you really have to be ancient to be older than me after all.” her mouth quirked up slightly, more relaxed now that she knew she wasn’t talking to a stranger. she took a moment to breath, leaning back against the wall. she knew none of the injuries weren’t terrible, but her leg did ache. nothing a little healing magic couldn’t solve though. she shouldn’t have been out, not when things seemed to be getting more dangerous ever day, but what was she supposed to do? just sit in her apartment when there were paying customers out there.

“yeah yeah,” she nodded along in agreement, pushing herself off of the wall. as comfortable as it was she knew she would regret just staying there hurt. not to mention her top was expensive. there was only so much magic cleaning could do to get dirt out. “i just need to get back to my apartment. damn thing got me in the leg.” hajoon or not eunji was stubborn and just wanted to go home and heal herself. “i didn’t know they were going after warlocks.” she huffed, as if it was possibly a decent explanation. “all i hear is shadowhunters going on about how they’re being targeted.” of course, as she thought about it that would be the case. no one made a fuss when a downworlder was picked off. that was just supposed to be a part of their world.

ignoring her comment calling him old he proceeded to personally check where exactly was she injured, just because he was worried even though he would never admit it out loud. eunji was his oldest friend and for that he would like to keep it that way, he would be devastated if the other woman was picked off by some creature lurking in the shadows. spending so many years with her seemed to have made him softer or something, hajoon wasn’t one to care so much about the living as he used to do when he was way younger. “ i don’t think that’s safe, they’ve targeted you and probably expect you to come back to your house. ” or perhaps they weren’t, but the leader of the shadowhunters had been murdered not far from the institute so it wasn’t such a crazed idea.

they still had to get out of the streets as soon as possible, before another one of those things came back to finish what it started. the older warlock wrapped an arm around the shorter female, more to keep her close rather than help her walk because of her injured leg. “ just last night one of my apprentices was found dead near the han river, it was a murder. ” his jaw tightened as he remembered getting the news first, the poor kid hadn’t even been a hundred years old and his life had vanished so quickly. it made his blood boil, understanding why the others wanted a war to break loose so they could let their rage out and blame someone for their losses. “ before you start complaining; yes, i’m taking you to my pent house and no, no buts. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 eunji !

。 ofseungs !!

it didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was talking to; the high warlock of seoul, a well known figure in downworld and even feared by some. hajoon was someone that seung didn’t meet very often, the younger warlock didn’t really hang out with many other people - he could be seen around eunji most of the time or locked away in his apartment, living his lonely life. although a lonely life was not something he minded that much, it was something he’d grown rather used to. he supposed all warlocks were used to being alone, even hajoon (but don’t count seung ever asking the other some personal questions, he was still slightly afraid of him).

“i like to think being dramatic makes life interesting and exciting, wouldn’t you think so?” he grinned, moving slightly on the bench. he couldn’t see the other’s expression yet he could hear the smirk in his voice and seung couldn’t help but grin back, feeling slightly at ease in the warlock’s presence. “ah, well you see, i laugh in the face of danger. i think that was how the quite went, i recently watched the lion king; well, i listened to the lion king,” seung pointed out, pointing his long finger in the other’s direction. after a second, he shrugged and let his features rearrange themselves into a serious expression. “i don’t think someone’s just going to murder me in front of everyone. i’m safe here to enjoy my coffee.”

“ maybe. i would have agreed to that perhaps two hundred years ago, being dramatic these days only seems to attract unwanted attention and problems. ” he replied in his usual monotone voice. he didn’t mean to come off as a pessimist of sorts, but after being alive for 450 years he wasn’t one to always be cheerful and expect the bright side of things -- he had been let down by life all through the time he had walked the earth. hajoon sat down then next to the other, enjoying the breeze while he simply admired the view of the city under the sunrays. it was a calming sight, perhaps the reason why seung spent his time there sipping coffee.

hajoon huffed out a laugh at his poor attempt of a joke, quoting the mundane’s movie for children was even more amusing. if the other had truly watched it or not was something the older warlock wasn’t interested in but found rather odd though, they both were ancient compared to their mundanes counterparts. “ ah, but you never know. it would be a risky move but mundanes tend to not look further than their noses, if not they would have figured out by now they walk among the shadow world every day without realizing so. ” seung and him had never really talked, hajoon wasn’t one to spend time in company of others and especially not after he was appointed high warlock. he knew that the other was friends with eunji, his oldest friend, which gave him enough security of not being wary of seung.

#i already wanna die #・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 seung !

。eunjiisms !!

eunji stood, propped up with her back against the alley wall, breath slightly ragged. she still barely knew what had happened. one minute she had been walking home, tired but at ease, the next thing she knew there was a sharp stinging coming from her leg and she was being attacked. eunji figured she was lucky. whatever had attacked her there had only been one, and she was able to fight the thing off, but she couldn’t help but feel on edge. what the hell was it? in the dark the figure had looked human, but the noise it made certainly didn’t sound lifelike. and coming right after the murder at the institute this was really starting to feel like too much. maybe she really should have taken a vacation to europe for twenty years or so.

she took a moment to stop and look herself over. there were no horrible injuries, but she did have to take care of her leg. the creature had managed to get a good swing at her in the beginning with the advantage of surprise. there was another cut on her face. from the warm feeling on her cheek it was still bleeding. well, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a little magic. suddenly her head snapped up as eunji sensed a figure nearby. “what the hell are you looking at?” she snapped, unhappy that she couldn’t tell who it was. there was a part of her that was prepared for another fight, but she reigned it in, not wanting to lose face. she straightened herself despite the slightly pain it brought to her leg and reached up and wiped some off the blood off of her cheek. taking a breath to collect herself she faced the person again. “so? what do you want? it’s rude to just stare at someone like that.” hopefully if she pretended everything was fine she could get home quickly and treat her wounds.

the attacks and deaths that seemed to be non stop to the downworlder community were making everyone anxious, tension arising between the different groups that were itching to do something. there were reports of nephilims that had been attacked by creatures, some had lived to tell the tale but others handn’t -- the monsters disappeared into thin air after they were killed, which gave them no further information about their upcoming enemy. all they knew was that the clockwork creatures could be killed but they were strong if more than one attacked, those who were surprised alone would have less odds to come out unscathed or even alive.

hajoon hadn’t worried at first, the warlocks had been safe so far. but perhaps he had trusted too much because it had recently that one of the apprentices had been murdered by the han river, which had every other warlock on high alert. as the high warlock he wasn’t supposed to be out alone at night but he had things to do that couldn’t wait and he wasn’t weak, if attacked he’d go down with a fight. the streets were eerily quiet tonight, something that made him uneasy. a presence nearby made him cautious, moving as if he was invisible until he realized it was eunji. and she was hurt. “ spare me the attitude, you old hag. ” he huffed, his concern mixed with his irritation that she was out there alone -- a target to the creatures as the second oldest warlock in seoul. “ we need to get off the streets to heal you. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 eunji !

。arevum !!

the court was stuffy, the air thick with gossip of the deceased institute leader. areum wore a bored expression as the staff chattered with her, or rather around her, occasionally asking her for her opinion on the matter. she only answered with soft hums and shakes of her head. did she have to have an opinion? a leader was dead and a war was inevitable. her opinion didn’t matter. “pardon me,” she offered the staffers a tight smile. “i believe i have work to do.” it wasn’t a lie; she did have work to attend to. was she going to, though? obviously not.

the ravenette found herself just outside of the court, at one of her favorite parks. the park was always beautiful at the time of night, the moonlight shone directly onto the water and the sounds of frogs chirping followed by the occasional car passing echoed throughout the way. and it was peaceful. perhaps too peaceful, she thought. areum stopped at a patch of flowers, narrowing her eyes at the ones that had been picked and scattered. by children, she assumed. she leaned down with arched knees and inspected the scene. there was really no saving them, but perhaps she could create a flower crown? she gathered all of the stray flowers, threading the stems carefully together. “isn’t it all so silly?” she smiled, shooting a glance towards the other. she had noticed their presence a while ago. “this war, i mean.” areum paused, pushing herself up as she continued twisting the flowers between her forefinger. “do you think the flora start wars with each other? roses versus chrysanthemums, perhaps?”

a death among one of the races meant trouble, but it was heightened by ten if said death was someone in a high rank -- like the leader of the seoul institute. there had been a few deaths in the past weeks, mostly downworlders -- which had already caused an uproar among the members of different communities about their own getting murdered by something or someone. and now a nephilim was dead, which meant a war was coming sooner than neither of them could predict.

tensions between the different races were nothing new, after all some had bad experiences with others while some, say licantropes and vampires, didn’t usually get along. now that a danger threatened all of them they were supposed to unite to discover what exactly they were up against -- but it seemed to be futile if no one could get along. sure they could all fight only for their own but they were weaker separated, if they weren’t no one would be dying anymore.

hajoon, as the high warlock of seoul, had been called to meet by the other leaders. first the nephilims, who had asked him to find out who had murdered their fallen leader -- to which he had been unable to provide helpful answers. then the vampire clan, followed by the leader of the werewolf pack. by now he had been called to the seelie court to meet with the high court for exchanging information or rather to make a pact between faeries and warlocks -- since both shared demon blood and were linked to magic.

the presence of the young woman didn’t startle him per se, rather made him curious about her attention on the scattered flowers and her words. “ i wouldn’t say silly, someone or something is murdering non-mundances for whatever reason. ” he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed her handiwork. after decades of being alive nothing really faced hajoon anymore. “ i find nature battles more noble than any other, they fight to survive rather than to decimate another. we should start acting like that, as well. ”

#hajoon trying to be social what a mEss #tumblr deleted this reply two times im cryingdnf #・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 areum !

。jlnahpark !!

jinah liked to hike, jog, run- you name it, she liked it. anything that would get her out of her own head, make her stop thinking for a while and give her a rush of adrenaline, she considered it a favorite hobby. the only problem was that there weren’t that many places in the city she could run, at least not run as fast as she wanted to. she longed to run as fast as she could through a nice forest, or an open field, but as there were not many accessible to her since she lived in the city, these streets would have to do. they were normally deserted at this time, so jinah ran as fast as she desired down the street, ponytail swinging behind her as she did so. as she’s running down a steep hill, she realizes she’s made a fatal mistake when she sees someone a little ways in front of her- and if she doesn’t slow down she’s about to barrel straight into them. “shit!” she curses, more out of surprise than anything else as she zig-zags, barely managing to avoid them and instead tripping, falling face first. she knows she fell hard enough to scrape her elbows and knees, so she sits back up, wincing as she examines them. they were probably going to heal within the next ten minutes, but it still stung. she glanced up at the person she nearly barreled into and states, “you didn’t see that.” in this situation, an apology would be appropriate, but seeing as she didn’t directly run into them and she managed to scrape herself up instead, she’d rather not apologize.

usually whenever a client requests his services he has two meeting points depending on who asks, if it’s of rather importance he receives them as guests in his pent house; if however it’s not that complicated or the client seems to be of no importance he holds a meeting at the neutral bar known as fairylights. for nephilims, however, it varies -- some are invited as guests to his house but most often than not it’s him who visits the institute. hajoon had three meetings in the last few hours; the vampire leader wanted answers with a location spell about where one of his own was while the other two were held by nephilims at the seoul institute. it was of importance working with them to figure out who or what was behind the recent murders and what possibly could they want, a pattern of sorts or anything that could help. but there was nothing, not even his magic could find a trace of anything -- which was even more infuriating. hajoon had then left, walking back to his pent house while thinking about the strange creatures shadowhunters had reported to have fought lately and what other unearthly things he had encountered in his 450 years in this world. he wasn’t looking where he was going, his attention only caught at the loud shit from a voice nearby -- suddenly a girl splayed on the ground with rather force, as if she had tripped and fell at great speed. not a mundane, it seemed. “ but i saw that. ” hajoon replied with an amused tone, his face remaining in its usually stony fashion if not for his lip quirking up. hands in his pockets he stayed there, eyes analyzing the girl to deem if she was hurt. there seemed to be scrapes on her skin but she wasn’t concerned apparently, which made him stay quiet about it -- if she wasn’t a mundane then it would heal soon. “ i don’t think it’s a good idea to be running like that out here, you know. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 jinah !

。ofseungs !!

the warmth of the coffee cup spread from his fingers and up his arms. he didn’t know when he’d started to appreciate the taste of coffee, it probably had to be when he entered seoul all those many years ago. he’d spent quite a while wandering around china and thailand where he’d been exposed to all kinds of tea; coffee was much better in his opinion. with a small sigh, the warlock placed his coffee cup slowly to his lips and gulped down the bitter liquid. things were surprisingly quiet today, peaceful even, but he knew not to trust the quietness. what was it that people in this generation said? oh yeah, the quiet before the storm. the recent deaths had left everyone shaken; seung had created a few more protection spells around his apartment to prevent anyone sneaking up on him and discarding his body in a dark alleyway or in the river - his death would be much more epid than that. plus, no one wanted to kill a blind guy.

“i’m perfectly more than capable of keeping myself safe,” he muttered to himself, once again reminding himself that he was not at a disadvantage compared to the other warlocks. the fingers around the coffee cup tightened as he pushed himself out of the dark thoughts that threatened him whenever he had a moment alone and instead, he sat back against the bench and allowed the cool, seoul breeze to run through his mop of black hair.

the recent events covered by deaths of downworlders and shadowhunters alike was unsettling for every unearthly being in seoul, everyone was more cautious of who to trust and seemed to turn to look behind their back at every step in the busy streets of seoul. hajoon didn’t worry about such things, not yet. he was the high warlock of seoul, surely he would become a target sooner or later -- getting rid of him would send the warlock community into high alert and panic. but he wasn’t easy to kill, if he had been he would have perished hundreds of years ago in previous wars and conflicts he had been through. still he had spent the last few days without leaving his pent house, preparing defense spells of all kinds if need be and had kept eyes and ears everywhere in seoul -- from the nephilim institute to the vampire coven and the werewolf pack that roamed the streets of the city at night. if something happened he needed to be informed first.

however hajoon couldn’t remain locked in his house forever and wouldn’t reduce his old life to that, which was why he was out and about in the clarity of the day -- less chance of getting jumped by demons this way. warlocks weren’t exactly friendly people to gather all in one place as other races did, they were independent beings who didn’t had a settled community but kept track of one another. he wasn’t surprised to find seung outside enjoying the breeze, something that always amused hajoon. “ when will you stop being so melodramatic, old bat. ” the older warlock smirked, even if his fellow witchcraft practicer couldn’t see him. he had always thought that seung losing his sight had been a pity but the other seemed to gain strenght from that, many would understimate him only to be surprised. “ aren’t warlocks all hiding these days ? i’ve heard it’s dangerous outside. ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 seung !

。mcnicpixie !!

nyx can’t remember a time that she felt this despondent in the past 60 or so years since she’d been banished from the faerie court — having carefully built up the legacy of fairylights had taken some time and lots of deals….yet with time it had become a hot spot because it was such neutral grounds for everyone. rather you were vampires, faeries, warlocks, demons, shadowhunters, or any other kind of person you put aside your prejudices for a single night and enjoyed yourself. it was a home to the outcasts and the loved alike and she was so proud of everything that it had turned out to be.

yet in a single night worth of odd occurrences she had lost…almost all of it. after shielding it with magic to make sure no weird mundane wandered in while it was in shambles she had time to survey the damage. the interior was all but lost, broken and shattered were tables and drinks and chunks from the ceiling, the stage, the stairs, the walls. no piece was left put together and the scorch marks from a fire that had started in the vip rooms had only been put out halfway into the club. it had been a blur of chaos and she could feel strings of something foreign pulling at her chest until she had to blink away tears.

fairylights had been destroyed by some weird creatures even the shadowhunters had a hard time controlling — she’d managed to push away a spot at the bar to sit at and she hadn’t left it for hours. the only time she moved was when she heard footsteps over the rubble of her legacy, casually speaking before moving to look. “we’re closed…”

being alive for so long had changed hajoon’s point of view when it came to things, he couldn’t grasp how time moved anymore -- as if he wasn’t alive. but he was and with it came the responsability of being the high warlock of seoul, a position he never asked for but received when no other magic being in the city was as old as he was. he had gone through wars in the past, despair and grieve the only thing left behind -- that was solely the reason he hadn’t fled yet. he felt like he had to stay to help the nephilim and fellow downworlders to stand a chance against whatever it was that would surely come for them all sooner rather than later.

the old warlock wasn’t one to go out as much as he used to, bored of all places -- mundane or not alike. there had only been one bar that he had gone frequently to whenever he felt like he was going to suffocate in his pent house; fairylights. it was neutral ground, some place he wouldn’t have to worry about walking in the middle of a fight between the rest of the races nor would he have to face demons. the fact that it helped as a meeting place for buyers looking to hire his talents in the art of witchcraft was just an added bonus to why he visited.

nyx, the faerie whom owned fairylights, had come to him for help roughly sixty years ago to protect it with magic from eyes of mundanes -- which he delivered. from that point on he had run into the other woman more times that he could count, mostly whenever he stepped into the bar. hajoon could call themselves friends, perhaps -- but there was an underlying tone to them he would never address. he had vowed to not love another and suffer the despair of losing them, a pretty faerie wouldn’t change that. still, he had kept eyes and ears on the place just in case -- downworlders were being killed lately, it’d be better to monitor a bar whom many attended to.

that’s how he found out about the place being destroyed sooner than many would hear about it, having connections really helped. hajoon had hestiated about going, what could he say ? but he showed up all the same, stony face and slow walking as he entered the burnt place. the faerie wasn’t hard to miss, sitting there as if her world was over. “ i didn’t see a closed sign outside. ” he replied, the corner of his lip quirking upwards as the only sign that he was joking. the warlock stepped further inside towards where nyx sat, looking around before his eyes fell on her. “ who did this ? ”

#・☾ 。 there’s fire in our veins ┊ interactions.#・☾ 。 nyx !

guess who’s back ? it’s me, aina -- your local trash can. you probably know me from playing hyunmi the shadowhamster but this time i’m back with my second kid; presenting jo hajoon, high warlock of seoul !! like this and i’ll im you either from this acc or hyunmi’s in a bit. under the cut are a few things abt this bub.