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tempest; a temptress, a storm. —a larger than life form. hwang miyoung, weapons training professor of age xxii, retaining sky manipulation.

[fcxluhan]

“falling out of love—” ♕

{ ` he couldn’t move his legs. he couldn’t move his legs. the steady stream of words repeats itself in han’s mind, even as he stares at the wheelchair parked thoughtfully beside his gurney—he’d need it. trapped in a haze of sedatives and painkillers, it takes hours to gather the courage to drag his lower body to the edge. a glance around reveals his predicament with ease; jinri and soojung had departed already, whether to take a break from the chemical scent of the room or the depressing company that he offered—his own self-depreciating conclusion—and why the hell didn’t they have windows anyways? the ache for first air and sunshine drives him to move. to fight, lifting his useless limbs while balancing his weight on a sore arm. }

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                  { ♛— ; }  ( ` naturally she is of the few (or a dumbfoundedly blatant amount) that are.. thrown by the announcement alliance – not that she couldn’t see the justification behind it, but nonetheless, it was a bit weird to be roaming the halls of the brotherhood base. miyoung has been here a few times now, the first being to drop off the injured brotherhood and institution students and the few remained being small errands to run for the likes of xavier. she’s been doing recon, see, given the fact that—compared to myungsoo—her face was a lot “fresher” to the likes of busan. and notably enough, even if it was a sore point, no one would ever suspect a woman as much. )

you’d think magneto was trying to train an army down here.

( ` mumbles under her breath as she exists the training area in favor of doing a bit more mindless wandering—if only for the fact that she had time to kill while waiting for her next mission; spying, so fun—fingers lifting to scratch at her nose absently as wandering eyes flick from side to side – only to halt at the sight of a head of messy blond locks wheeling right toward the top of the stairs. miyoung doesn’t take much to think it over, already stepping over as she raises for voice—“YAH”—boots squeaking against wooden floors as she pushes herself to rush over, generating a gust of wind that throws him back before slender fingers coil around the handles of the chair, tugging him back and pulling him around to face her—anger and worry tainting pretty features--all in one go )

what the fuck are you doing?

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— titanium .

[fcxgrey]

everything hurts. there’s no amount of sound that can fully express how much even the slightest move has him reeling, jaw slack as the next breath hangs in his throat. changmin forces it out, just as he tries to force the rest of his body to cooperate and it responds like a dying light bulb—flickering to life just enough to get him through the next step before giving way to darkness. silently, he considers her words as best he can, gaze returning to her face while his brows furrow.

he can hardly see straight, let alone stand and maintain his balance, but it’s unreasonable to expect this woman to carry him out.

after a few audible wheezes—given while he tries to accelerate his healing rate just a little—changmin blinks (once. twice.) and follows the pressure of her lifting upward. there’s no option. just as there was no option to lie down during magneto’s harsher training sessions; he couldn’t do so unless he was prepared to be rendered unconscious by a chunk of metal the size of his head. and he doesn’t consider it. his fingers curl tightly around her wrist, gaining some purchase there as the male drags his legs underneath him and pushes himself to his feet.

the effort brings blood pouring down; soaking through the fabric of his makeshift bindings.

his head swims.

once they get everyone out. everyone was waiting on him—and there was no way in hell he’d get away with being a martyr for their sake. even swaying, he pushes himself into his next step. he spares his rescuer a glance, taking a little comfort in the smile she offers him, as if he isn’t falling apart at the seams. changmin leans his weight into her, hooking his fingertips into the hem of her shirt and squeezing until his knuckles turn white.

god, it hurts.

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                  { ♛— ; } she opts not to comment on the grip on her wrist, attention significantly more focused on steadying the brotherhood member as she moves with him, pressing close enough to offer her own body for balance as she shifts her stance a bit more and pushes to stand slowly. the gush of blood that follows doesn’t escape her awareness, soft lips pressing together as she takes it as an indication to move faster—of all the prisoners, he seemed to be the least likely to survive if they don’t get out of here.

she was never one for having innocent blood on her hands.

“tell me if you need to rest, okay?” she speaks softly, brows furrowing as her arm slides around his back to get a better grip on the injured male. they’re in a rush, yes, but miyoung doesn’t see a lick of reason in ushering an injured person to move above their current capability. “we don’t have to worry about the soldiers much, they’re out for the count.” the x-men explains, eyes flicking toward the slumped figures on the ground as she angles her foot to kick one of the thigh. no response.

she has never been more thankful for xavier.

“xavier and magneto are taking care of the stronger ones.” miyoung bites her tongue, deciding to nip any distaste in the bud before she says something wrong in front of the brotherhood member. she’d rather be there than here – she’d rather be fighting than doing these things – the weather witch wasn’t going to deny that; even if she knows justly so that she’s doing the right thing in all of this.

“the exit isn’t far—we’ll be there soon.”

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— titanium .

[fcxgrey]

it takes a strength to push naeun away. more than merely moving his fingertips—an effort in itself that cost more than he’d ever thought—it was the acceptance of the solitude when he was barely hanging on by a thread. changmin knows he’s in danger. the reality lies in how difficult it is to take each breath; how easily one agony fades into another and leaves him grasping for the remaining tendrils of his willpower. in tatters, there’s little he can do but force open an eye and watch as she’s carried away by an almost perfect stranger.

he puts his trust in that stranger just the same, because it’s the only thing that shim changmin—raging, alcoholic lecher—can do for his baby sister. if she spent another minute lying on the floor in her own blood, he’d lose his mind.

and she’d kill him if he dared to die.

the irony of that thought brings about the temptation of a smile, though the expression is lost in a grimace before it truly arrives. instead, he remains as still as he can manage and attempts to count the minutes in his head until the man returns or other help arrives. but maybe he’s a lost cause. he’s been there long enough to hear everyone he cares about being taken and the relief could swallow him whole—

in the end, he just wants to rest.

his fingers curl along the warm, wet floor and he swears that he can feel it with all ten of his fingers.

funny.

staring at the back of his eyelids, changmin can only listen to the sound soft of footsteps. nothing but the pungent scent of blood fills every shaky, near indiscernible breath. and so he’s left with no clue as to who it is standing above him—not a hint of whether the next rasping inhale would be his last—until fingertips

one. two. three neatly trimmed nails

touch upon his cheek and his eyes flutter open to stare.

‘what a relief,’ he wants to say.

instead, he allows the tilt of his head to shift into her hand.

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                  { ♛— ; } relief.

miyoung can’t seem to express in words the amount of it that hits her in waves—with no small amount of pity following up at the end. he looks impossibly hurt. “thank god.” she breathes out, eyes flicking over swollen and bloodied features. miyoung doesn’t recognize him—logically can’t place him as a member of the school—but that didn’t matter as far as she cared. the differences in their beliefs doesn’t change a thing when it comes to this mission – when it comes to the fact that he was among the few who gave their lives to retrieve the desecrated head of an innocent sixteen year old.

shifting carefully, her eyes never leaves the male’s as her hand slides behind gingerly to cradle the back of his head, slipping her other arm around his shoulders as she slowly lifts him up. “careful.” she murmurs, voice soft and reassuring, if anything, as her lips twist into a smile, “it’s okay—i got you.” the last thing she’d want is for him to freak, though a cursory glance over his wounds once more has her almost pausing, “you don’t have to answer me—just blink once for yes and twice for no okay?”

that’s the best method she could come up with, at least. it wasn’t like she could ask xavier to set up some sort of mind link at a time like this.

cautiously, the x-men moves a bit closer as she takes care to lift him up from the ground, taking another glance over of the damage done to his body before settling on his eyes again, blinking. “are your legs okay? can you walk? we have a van waiting outside and once we get everyone out we’ll be taking you guys back to brotherhood.” she figures, at a time like this, to explain things a bit more clearly—so they know—would be a more appreciative gesture, maybe.

“you’ll be okay.” the woman adds on with a smile, the apples of her cheeks rising as her eyes curve into crescents, hand rubbing at his back lightly--encouraging, if anything. "c'mon, you can lean against me--don't be shy." she injects a bit of a tease into her words, hoping to draw out a bit more normalcy, really.

[girl-groups]

[exgmxtaeyeon]

Home Again || Miyoung & Taeyeon

-text-  Always blaming me. 

-text-  I’m back in my room.  

-text- She was. A bit toooooo tall, if you ask me, but still cute.

-text-  I’m the one that’s been gone, shouldn’t you be giving me food and drinks and hugs? Hmmmmmmmm?

The last text goes unanswered as seeing the words that Miyoung got injured was enough to get Taeyeon to finally make her way out of her room and through the halls of Xavier’s, practically ignoring anyone else that tried to stop her to say hi or want to catch up with her story of where she had been over several months.  All that mattered right then was checking on one of the few people she would honestly admit was her friend.  The two had grown close over the years at the school, and to think the other was injured?  It was too much for the smaller of the two to handle, she had to make sure she was okay.  

Finally making it to Miyoung’s door, she did her customary knock before attempting the door handle to see if it was unlocked.  People had told her she had a “tall knock” which she took as a compliment, of course, and pushed open the door, this being one of the few rooms she would do that to.   “Are you okay?  What’s hurt?  How bad? How’d it happen?” she asked in succession, obviously worried about the other girl, waiting for an explanation before hugging her tightly.

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( txt ) because it's always your fault~

( txt ) so am i, cmere

( txt ) everyone is a bit too tall to you kim

( txt ) naaaaaaaaah, we both know nothing good comes out of me spoiling you

                  { ♛— ; } miyoung doesn’t put much thought into it when she doesn’t reply, however, knowing taeyeon the woman was probably already on her way over. as per usual, the x-men member knew how to work her friend over a little too well. something she’s a little too proud of, if she’s completely honest. and so she opts to busy herself with making things a bit more presentable for the likes of taeyeon, starting with haphazardly throwing on a sheer button up before well—buttoning up.

it doesn’t take long to hear footsteps outside of her door and the knock that follows, although miyoung simply ignores it in favor of moving to grab two bottles of juice from the mini-fridge, turning just in time to greet her eyes with the worried image of her best friend. “whoa—tae—it’s nothing too bad, i mean, i got in a fight on a mission and this fucker sliced into my side—“ she cuts off, ignoring the smallest twinge of annoyance at the fact that she had been hugged before she could point out the bandage covering her side in favor of moving to return it, laughing a bit. “other than that it’s just bumps and bruises all over—really.”

[fcxluhan]

“disconnect—” ♕

[fcxluhan]

trapped within the restrains of his own thoughts, it’s no wonder that his sleep is a fitful one. cold and wet, han lies huddled against a large tree, half curled into the hollow at the base. his mind wanders; memories and dreams collide in a painful union that leaves him crying in his sleep—at least until he runs out of tears and the damp tracks on his cheeks are rendered to icy, salt-water flakes. of all the things that he’s impervious to—the feelings that he can will away with little more than a pep talk and strained smile, loss is the exception—

the battle to be waged just for control over something as simple as breathing.

he doesn’t hear the quiet footsteps—the muted crunch of snow beneath thick, winter boots—nearing him. the nudge of one against his calf escapes all notice, as he purses dry, blue-tinted lips in his slumber and releases a shallow breath. his lungs seem to rattle with the motion, though their job in providing air to his ailing body is completed (for the moment, before it begins anew with the next breath).

behind his eyelids, he envisions smiling lips and an apology whispered in his ear as the wind rushes past. the trick that his every sense plays on him offers a small respite, taking him back to the moments when being mad at her was a luxury he could afford.

now, it all seemed so pointless.

he’d been wasting time.

the calling of his name draws him slowly from the delusion—bringing with it the now-familiar clenching of his chest and a short, choked sound. his lashes flutter, sealed shut with a layer of ice that falls away as he blinks. slowly, his eyes open in the darkness, staring at roaming shadows in the distance as the leaves above their heads sway.

the presence of another is clear, though han isn’t sure he wants to be seen (or found).

he remains silent.

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                   { ♛— ; } she’s not exactly sure how to feel. as a matter of fact miyoung can do nothing but stand before the seemingly frozen male – a cocktail mix of pity, bitingly bitter pity, and anger among other things, unable to see past the emotions that surfaces from what could seemingly be a suicide attempt. what kind of person sits here in weather like this?the x-men member doesn’t put too much thought into it, admittedly for her own good because if anything, this kind of behavior was nothing miyoung would ever want to rationalize—or think about—nor would it be in her place to question him about.

at least, she’s almost sure they’re not close enough for that yet.

and so instead she opts to focus on the relief that washes through her when he does move, rolling back her shoulders as she moves closer to the male, eventually taking a knee beside him as her brows furrow. “han?” miyoung repeats a bit more firmly—did he not hear her the first time?—decidedly shifting a bit closer as she shifts the flashlight to her other hand. she suppresses a sigh as slender, hesitant fingers reaches out to brush over the icy skin of his cheek, eyes narrowing slightly once she notices the dried blood—a stark contrast to deathly pale skin—as well as the dazed, hollow look in his eyes.

“yah…” the woman frowns, fingertips sliding over his lower lip briefly as her head tilts, leaning in a bit closer to try and meet his eyes. “you must be freezing—what are you doing out here?”

what kind of answer can she honestly expect though? miyoung honestly didn’t want to know.

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— broken arrow .

                  { ♛— ; } her shirt is bloodied by the time she makes her third round back, something that draws a bit of distaste from her as the woman makes her way down the almost familiar path to the holding cells, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater slightly – it’s dirty, darn it.

even so, the mutant tries to not get too deterred by the ruining of one of her favorite shirts on her journey back, nudging the door open wider in favor of slipping in, taking a second to look around and count the remainder of prisoners before she takes a step forward, eyes landing on golden locks.

there’s her next rescuee—possibly her last one too, by the looks of how empty the room was getting—the thought itself urges her to step over a bit faster, eager to get out of here.

though, strangely enough, this woman looked far less injured than the rest.

“are you alright? can you stand? we should get out of here…”

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— flares .

                  { ♛— ; } ( ` to her credit, the woman wastes no time to make her way back into the base after dropping off her initial rescuee (and taking time out to ensure that he and the rest of the mutants in the van were well situated—hidden—as she decidedly adds a bit more fog to conceal them, for only that) – stepping a bit more quickly this time around with a little more than basic knowledge of the layout of the base underneath her belt; miyoung didn’t dare waste too much time dillydallying, almost too aware of what xavier and magneto might be sacrificing for the sake of this rescue – there was no point in her lagging in behind. as a matter of fact, they were arguably almost done – almost. )

( ` she approaches a woman this time around, considerably relieved that she looked considerably better compared to the man she had escorted out earlier—no missing limbs, no bleeding; although the swollen skin and bruising was too apparent to ignore ) hey—can you walk? ( ` the x-men presses her lips together slightly, extending her hand to coil her fingers loosely around the woman’s wrist as she shifts a bit closer, ready to brace the other in the task of getting on her feet – she wasn’t about to go about assuming as she was alright enough to get up on her own anyway ) cmon, let’s get out of here.

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— titanium .

                  { ♛— ; } it would be a lie to say that miyoung wasn’t on edge – like the rest of the group that headed out to rescue the others, miyoung is very much on edge. but more than anything, she is of the few that needs to keep her temper in check, if only for the fact that any sudden change to the weather now would be a dead giveaway to their arrival. and so, the x-men spends most of her time practicing breathing exercises in the back of the van en route to the supposed destination.

don’t lose your temper.

the weather witch resorts to some sort of self-hypnosis, half ignoring the idle chatter (really, it’s more like subdued bickering) of the two leaders up front in favor of focusing on herself. miyoung, at the very least, knows her own temper well – hopefully that was enough to control it while in a semi-high pressured situation.

and perhaps it worked out fine – given the fact that she, along with the others, had entered the premise with no complications.

although miyoung could only give credit to their headmaster for that, pointedly stepping over one slumped body after another as she continued forward—almost blindly, if she’s honest—sharp eyes on the lookout for any sign of a holding room; a distinct contrast to light, almost airy, footsteps against tiles.

it didn’t take long for her to find the room, nose crinkling the moment the door pushed open and the pungent scent of blood rushes to greet her senses. it’s strangely warm, the room, but miyoung makes no note about it as she takes a step deeper in, eyes flicking from side to side and body to body—trying to figure out between all that blood, who exactly should be escorted out first.

it didn’t take long to set sight on an armless male,  delicate brows knitting together as she makes her way over, eventually crouching before the male as she reaches out, dainty fingers brushing over his cheek before patting lightly.

“h-hello? can you hear me?”

are you even alive?

"i’m here to take you out of here.”

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please like this if you'd like to be saved by the one & only stephi :)

[fcxluhan]

“disconnect—” ♕

[fcxtempest]

the tree at his back is more comfortable than he would’ve ever thought. when there are no more tears (when there’s nothing left in him but a need for water), when the cuts on his palms and fingertips are clotted up, it’s the tree bark at his back that draws his thoughts. the dull ache keeps his attention until he dozes off after spending his day willfully lost—

the most he can do is sleep.

                   { ♛— ; } the forest is rainy and wet by the time miyoung takes the first step in since their little camping trip, combat boots leaving imprints in dirtied snow. it didn’t take much to notice—really, just a glance up at the sky where dark looming clouds never ceased—that the x-men member was still fuming, still furious over the entire ordeal; that being the reason why that, even with junki’s feeble request, miyoung didn’t bother in the slightest to lessen up on the storms plaguing the city.

let them suffer.

mourn.

with the rest of them.

it is because of that that she’s the only one to venture into the forest to pick up after the mess they had left on the night of the news -- of course, this had been trivial as fuck and honestly only done at the suggestion of junki himself, but miyoung opts to keep her opinions to herself this time around. she needed the busywork, if she’s honest, something to keep her mind off things.

leaves crunching under her boots, the mutant is slow to make her way into the forest, sharp rain bouncing off the pastel umbrella held upright as she maneuvers through the greenery as she keeps her flashlight directed at the path before her. it might have been a slight misjudgment—to come out at night, but it wasn’t like there was anything out to attack her anyway. no one in their right mind would given her temper right now.

she does, however, jump a little once her foot hits something a bit too meaty to be a tree – blinking back into focus as her gaze lowers to the obstruction before her, taking note of the leg—well then—before flicking her wrist, eyes following the light to soon settle on a far too familiar face.

“…han?”

is he even alive?

[fcxmyungsoo]

[sms] why thank you for your support, hwang miyoung-ssi { ` he scales the steps with ease, bypassing the elevator in his—rare—excitement to reach the top. the prospect of putting the summer—his own personal hell—on pause for a few days of wintery fun had myungsoo in high spirits, lips curving as he shoved his phone into his pocket after reading the remainder of the messages. the rest he’d just address in person, if it were that important. } your favorite? { ` as soon as he spots her, his smile grows just a little; dimpled cheeks and white teeth just barely visible } you’re too nice to me. { ` he pauses, head tilting as he steps out of the direct sunlight and rubs the back of his neck, meeting her eyes with a curious look } how are we doing this?

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( txt ) you're welcome, kim myungsoo-sshi

( ` a laugh escapes at the cryokinetic’s admission, waving a dainty hand in dismissal as she glances around ) i'm not being that nice. ( ` pauses at the question, eyes meeting the sun for a short minute as she continues to hum the jaunty christmas tune ) well--first, we need a some altos--hide the sun a little-- ( ` she lifts a hand, waving toward the sky as she generates grayish clouds, snapping her fingers after ) some wind— ( ` her smile grows at the breeze that greets her, lashes fluttering before she shifts, continuing on with her little “recipe” ) lower the temperature some… ( ` bites her lower lip as she focuses, fingers wiggling ) and…now, it’s your turn to go. ( ` grins at the male beside her, decidedly forgoing any sort of physical contact given his ways (she knows better by now and miyoung was never one to make others uncomfortable) as she gestures at the sky, curtsying slightly ) start it and i’ll help make it way more fun. 

[girl-groups]

[fcxtempest]

-text- Haven't even gotten a hug yet and already with the short jokes? Wow. Okay. -text- I just meant in general. She said she was part of some welcoming committee. Cute girl, but maybe I should put up a sign that says "Not new" or something? I don't know. -text- What!? What could you possibly deduct more?

( txt ) who's fault is that?

( txt ) how does one hug when i don't even know where you are

( txt ) oh, no idea about that -- she sounds cute though & maybe, just write it on your forehead kkkk

( txt ) i can and i will! for example i can deduct 20 right now for not being here with food and drinks and ready for a hug

( txt ) did i tell you i got injured on that mission in china

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-text- I got in about a week ago. Maybe five days. I dunno. It's been a blur. -text- I got welcomed for joining the school by some tall girl. Is this a new thing? I wasn't gone that long was I? -text- Good thing I'm waaaaaaaay ahead in the friendship points game then.

( txt ) you need to pay more attention shortie

( txt ) iunno, i don't really notice the students that aren't in my class tbh

( txt ) hah, that's what you think

( txt ) i have so much more to deduct man

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-text- I see how it is. Don't come see me even though I've been back for like a week now. It's not like I missed you or anything. Nope. Not at all.

( txt ) haha you funny when did you even get back

( txt ) i should be mad at you -- not even stopping by to announce your return

( txt ) that's -500 friendship points

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[sms] … i don’t think anyone would agree with me { ` a few minutes later } [sms] i’m here { ` pause!!! thinking… } [sms] :>

( txt ) tough on them i guess

( txt ) i'm agreeing with you though

                  { ♛— ; } ( ` hums a christmas carol under her breath as she makes her way to the tower, not at all minding the sunlight catching her eyes -- she was a sunny person, after all, though to be fair--as a weather witch--miyoung is a every kind of weather person } let it snow, let it snow--let it snoooow. ( ` sings lightly under her breath, fingers wiggling absently as she generates a small storm cloud, bending her fingers as minuscule snowflakes fall from the cloud; lips curving in amusement before her attention is torn away by the chime of her phone, cloud dissipating as she drops her hand )

( txt ) whoa that's new

( txt ) i'm almost here :@)

                   { ♛— ; } ( ` just a few more steps... )

hey! there's my favorite snowman.

                   { ♛— ; } ( ` greets with a bright grin, waving slightly )