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feyjaeyong:

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she asks him if he’s okay.

he takes a moment to pause and really consider it. there are the nightmares, and the trauma, and the paranoia, or reasonable fear, depending on perspective. however, there is also the love; he feels it more than he ever has in his life. he finally embraced his dreams of a warm future he used to be ashamed of, and he finally believes it might be achievable. he wants to marry huangjun, and move somewhere quiet, where all the blood and the violence must work harder to find them. he wants to build a peaceful life with him, and he knows the jaeyong of a year ago would mock him for it. he’s okay. he cares less about what that jaeyong thinks of him every day, and he knows he could mock him in return, over the fact that he was probably already in love without realizing, that he spent his entire life destroying his own heart and holding his breath. no, maybe he couldn’t. he feels sad for that jaeyong more than anything– mad that his parents forged him into something so cold.

his brother is in his life again too, even if it’s under tragic circumstances. they didn’t try to kill each other. jaeyong will never try to kill him again. he hopes not, anyway. with him comes complications, a werewolf boy that sleeps on jaeyong’s floor because it feels more like home to him now than a sofa or bed. jaeyong sleeps next to him these days, so he knows he isn’t alone, both of them buried under blankets. with it comes a certain distance between him and huangjun. it isn’t a rift; jaeyong knows it won’t hurt them in the long run. instead, it is longing.

he’s okay. something close to better than ever, maybe.

“yeah, i’m okay,” he decides with a grin that he hopes really sells it. “i know it might not be very convincing since it took so long for me to answer, but i was just thinking. wanted to make sure i meant it for once. some things still suck, but there are a lot of good things. more good things than i’ve ever had, maybe.”

sohye gasps, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest, very clearly faking her offence at jaeyong forgetting her. “you forgot me? how could you?” she exaggerates, before breaking into a laugh. “no, I don’t blame you, I’m sure you had enough going on. I will admit that being forgotten is not something I’m used to though,” she continues with a grin.

“you’re not the only hunter I’ve ever met you know, plus I have very good intuition, it wasn’t hard to figure you out,” she laughs, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “although I was only about ninety percent sure until you confirmed it just now,” she adds, her grin widening. “I very nearly kicked you straight out the first time you showed up here you know,” she continues after a short pause. “but I’m a big softie. you were in pain and the store let you in, I figured I should do my job and help you.”

she’s not offended when jaeyong insists she try the mooncakes first, even when she sees through his joking smile. it makes sense for a hunter to be cautious around a supernatural, especially a hunter who’s clearly gone through a lot. so she doesn’t complain as she cuts a small piece from her mooncake. “I hope it’s not poisoned, I was pretty sure the customer who gave them to me was very happy with the wish I granted for her, but she could’ve been pretending,” she says, playing along with a joke, before popping the piece into her mouth. she chews, swallows, and washes it down with a sip of her tea. “I promise I’m not trying to kill you. I’m sure your ability to trust witches is, understandably, tenuous, but I’m not the killing type.”

she waits as he considers her question, sitting back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other. she understands, it was a big question, and perhaps she shouldn’t have started with it, but she hadn’t been able to help it. you don’t get the kind of wounds she’d seen him with, or change this dramatically, without going through something. probably a lot of somethings. and even if he’s, clearly, doing better than he was, she still wants to know if that better is also okay. lord does she know they’re not always the same thing.

but he answers, he’s okay, and sohye can’t help but smile. “well, I’m very glad to hear it,” she says, genuine. and maybe it’s a bit much, to care so much for the wellbeing of this hunter (ex hunter? another question to ask), this person she barely knows, but she can’t help her bleeding heart. she’s always cared too much too fast, it’s gotten her in trouble more times than she can count. but it’s also what makes her so good at her job. “not so much that there are still things that suck though, but I guess that’s life,” she continues. “there always has to be something shitty in the background to remind us not to take advantage of the good stuff.”

“speaking of good stuff,” she continues, the hint of a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. she has her next question ready, and maybe she should be saving this one, asking him about what’s happened to him since the last time she saw him, or finally asking the questions she never did back when she was treating his wounds, first. but she’s not sure if he would want to go digging around in the past, not so early into their conversation anyway. and besides, she’s way too curious about the answer to this one. “you still seeing that boy of yours?”

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feymirae-deactivated20211029

未来 || safehouse

for @feysohye

though laying low may have kept her alive, mirae knows her magic has suffered as a result. she’d prioritized staying invisible over growing her powers. she has little connections with the supernatural world, only knowing what she’s been handed down from her mother’s spellbook and the things she’s been able to pick up through her own research. but still, she knows there’s very little that can supplement the first-hand teachings of a family witch.

she may not have memories of her birth mother, but she feels her absence deeply, like a yearning cavern in her heart. some days are worse than others–it seems to go hand-in-hand with her successes with magic. the most she can practice on a daily basis are small spells that help her everyday life. sometimes she’ll try something new she picked up, but it’s always more difficult to attempt a spell that wasn’t penned by her mother. she can’t help but wonder if she’s fated to be a lost witch forever, if maybe she should just give up. but she can’t do that–not when magic is her last connection to her family.

even if she’s bad at it, doing her best is better than not trying at all.

mirae does her best to keep an eye out for other witches. she isn’t the best at sensing the supernatural, but some witches are easier to spot than others. she shops around the local magic shops, trying to ease her way into this other world she’s avoided for so long. not many shops are legitimate, but the ones that are offer some good learning material. they never seem to offer quite what she’s looking for, though, which is odd considering she isn’t sure herself what she needs. but she still keeps looking for it, whatever it is.

she’s on her way home from an especially long shift when she runs into the apothecary. mirae takes her normal route home, but somehow she runs into a store she swears she’s never seen before, but can’t remember what else would have been in its place.

outside, the shop gives off a warm, welcoming vibe, a feeling that almost seems to beckon customers inside. even if its sudden appearance strikes her a bit odd, mirae decides she might as well check it out.

as she pushes the door open, her eyes widen in awe. not once has she seen an apothecary so crammed full of magic materials. the smell of dried herbs hits her nose immediately, instilling a warm feeling as she steps inside. somehow it’s… comforting, nostalgic even. it touches a memory buried deep in her mind, something she hasn’t thought of in a long time. her eyes slowly roam the store as she takes it all in, noting how much is here that she hasn’t seen anywhere else, drawn to the tomes stacked along the shelves against the wall. her usual stores weren’t stocked this well, nor did their ingredients appear this fresh. above anything else she’s seen, this apothecary is the real thing. anything a witch could need is waiting for them here.

how hadn’t she found this place before?

surprisingly, the storefront seems empty of any people. mirae wonders if the shop is closed, but finds herself too curious to leave. what’s the harm in looking around? she reasons to herself, and steps further into the shop. almost as soon as she does, she hears a noise coming from a back room. startled, mirae freezes.

“hello?” she calls out. “sorry, is the shop closed?”

feysohye

some days, sohye really wishes she had hired someone to work here with her. usually she wishes this on stock days. moving the boxes she’d had delivered early that morning, from the front of the store to the storeroom out back is an extremely difficult task when she’s the only one doing it, especially when most of the boxes are so big she has to move them one by one. but, it’s a task that must be done, so she rolls up her sleeves and gets to it.

some of the things sohye sells she’s collected over time or sourced herself—books, talismans, magical artefacts, some of her bigger crystals, the equipment she uses for her readings and seances—but for everything else, the stuff she’s selling to witches literally every day, she has to order it in bulk. it is easier in the long run if she orders it all at once, she’s practically got her quantities down to a science so that everything runs out around the same time. but there’s always a moment of regret when the truck leaves behind a mountain of boxes.

she’s carefully placing the last box on the shelf with all the others filled with glass jars, when she hears the jingle of the door opening, closely followed by a voice calling out. she’d forgotten she’d even opened the shop today (though sometimes she thinks the shop opens itself), but she’s glad to have a customer. someone to save her from the monotony of the day.

“we’re open! come in, I’ll be out in a sec!” she calls back, double checking the box is on the shelf properly and there’s no danger of anything falling or glass breaking. she pulls her hair out of the messy bun she’d piled on the top of her head, shaking out her long black hair as she emerges from the back room, greeting the new arrival with a bright smile.

“welcome to siphons and spells,” she says, once she registers that she doesn’t know the girl in front of her. but she pauses as she takes her in. sohye thinks there might be something magical about this girl, her aura definitely feels witchy, though sohye’s not sure if her intuition’s actually picking up on something or she’s just jumping to conclusions. normally she’s pretty good at figuring out who, or what, someone is, a skill she’s honed over time—it comes in handy, working with people all the time, especially when she’s trying to figure out something someone’s unable to articulate. but it’s so rare nowadays for sohye to run into a witch she hasn’t met before. perhaps she’s gotten so accustomed to the witches who regularly come in and out of her store, that’s she’s forgotten how to spot a new one.

interesting.

“I’m sohye,” she continues, hoping the girl hadn’t noticed her brief pause. “and if you’ve found this place it means you’re here for a reason. so, how can I help you?”

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feyjaeyong:

—☆☽ hello stranger, it’s been a while

| tw: violence mentioned for no reason |

jaeyong is just passing by, but truthfully, he’s been thinking about sohye recently. she’s in the group of supernatural creatures he tolerated even before he decided he was allowed to: sohye, the lead singer of his band, mitsuki. the more he thinks about it now, the more he realizes how many he let survive, and how often he broke his vow even before he decided it meant little.

he always claimed he let them survive because they were still more useful to him alive than dead. now, he wonders if deep down, he just didn’t want to do it, if he was already tired of the violence. he doesn’t think so, though. he still remembers when he used to crave the blood, when he used to grin through it and celebrate murders at his hand. sometimes he still craves it, like an itch under his skin, like an addiction. sometimes images of it pop up in his mind even though he doesn’t want them to, like stabbing one of his friends in the stomach. intrusive thoughts, he thinks his therapist of years ago called them. he wonders if he’ll ever really shake it– if part of him never wants to.

still, he left sohye alive, and he wonders why he sought a witch’s help, and why hers. he’s passing by, and he thinks he owes her thanks now that his life is more peaceful. maybe he owes her an apology and an explanation, too.

really though, he’s curious about something. he heard her store is more magical than most, like it’s alive and sentient, and quite frankly that creeps him out. still, he heard it’s a little picky about who it lets walk through those doors. he finds it strange that it ever let him, someone so hostile, in, and he wonders if it would let him in now even without his former desperation.

it does. he ignores the closed sign on the door, because he doesn’t really need anything. he just wants to talk to sohye. he’ll be quick.

it’s quieter than he’s ever seen it, everything carefully in place, undisturbed. he feels more comfortable this way, sohye the only supernatural in sight, no one to look at the boy trying to hide his bruises with judging eyes.

it feels like he was here in a different life. sohye calls his name, and he looks to her with a smile, warmth that was once uncharacteristic but grows more common every day. “hi,” he greets her. “sorry, i’ll be out of your hair fast, i just…”

it’s still hard to say, to know he owes a witch something at all, but this is something he needs to do to grow, to conquer the lies beat into him from a young age. “i never thanked you for helping me. i thankfully…don’t need your help anymore, but i was passing by, and just thought– i should.”

it’s more awkward than usual for him, but he finds that funny in itself, so he laughs, and quickly bows to her as a physical indication of his gratitude, too. “and i’m sorry. for being so cold before. thank you for helping me anyway.”

he is different. the awkwardness in the way he holds himself, in the way his words seem unsure as he greets her. the fact that “sorry” is the second word out of his mouth. and then he laughs and sohye finds her muscles relaxing, a smile reaching her own lips as a soft laugh of her own escapes them, still somewhat in disbelief that this is actually happening. he’s ... bowing, is this really the hostile kid that has stumbled, broken, into her shop all those moths ago? “an apology, and a thank you? never thought I’d hear those words out of your lips,” she says, still chuckling gently. “honestly, I never thought I’d actually see you again at all.”

“is it weird if I say it’s good to see you?” she asks, sliding her hands into her pockets, sheepishly. “considering we were never really friends and I was pretty sure you were going to show up to try and kill me one day?” she shrugs a little, her smile never faulting. “anyway, come in properly,” she continues, waving him away from the doorway. “I don’t care if you’ve got somewhere to be, I never charged you for all the healing I did, the least you owe me is a conversation. I was about to make some iced tea, sit.” she motions towards the pair of armchairs nestled in the corner of the shop, the sitting area bathed in orange light from the newly setting sun filtering in through the windows.

“don’t go anywhere,” she tells him, pointing a warning finger at him, before disappearing into the back and heading upstairs to her kitchen. she takes a moment while she’s stirring the jug of iced tea to take a breath. she has a million questions for the kid. why is he here now? what happened? how did he get all those injuries he’d had her heal for him? was he still dating that guy he was very obviously trying to hide said injuries from? she didn’t even know if he would answer them, a lot had changed, clearly, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was suddenly ready to open up to her. but, she’d ask anyway.

she places the jug and two glasses on a tray and grabs the very fancy box of expensive mooncakes sitting on her counter — a payment from a very lovely customer that sohye had been looking for an excuse to share with someone — before heading back downstairs, unable to stop herself from wondering if jaeyong was even still going to be there. she smiles at him (just a tiny bit in relief) when she returns, setting the tray down on the coffee table between the armchairs and taking a seat. “I hope you like mooncakes, these seemed too nice to eat by myself.”

she takes her time filling both glasses with tea and settling herself into her chair, before her eyes come to rest on jaeyong’s face. “I uh, have questions, you’ve probably guessed as much. she takes a sip of her tea. “you’re under no obligation to answer, but please forgive me for asking anyway, especially this first one.” she takes a breath. “are you okay?”

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—☆☽ hello stranger, it’s been a while

sohye decides not to open the shop today. it’s been busy as of late, and she could use a day to clean and restock. the constant flow of people coming and going has the unfortunate side effect of clogging up the shop’s aura and every so often, it needs a cleanse. the peace and solitude is welcome—if she’s honest, her own aura needs a cleanse too—and she sets her record player up in the corner of the shop to play her favourite vinyls, singing along unabashedly as she works.

it takes the better part of the day, but with the selves restocked, every surface thoroughly dusted, and the scent of white sage and palo santo hanging in the air, the store (and sohye) feels refreshed and renewed. with a smile, and the flush of a job well done on her cheeks, sohye turns off her music and heads towards the backroom and the stairs that lead up to her apartment. she has every intention of retiring for the rest of the day, rewarding herself with a fresh iced tea and putting her feet up, certain that nothing was going disturb the clean tranquillity of the shop until the morning.

and then someone walks in.

“we’re clo—” she begins to speak, turning around, but the words die on her lips when her eyes land on the figure in the doorway. “jaeyong...?” his name escapes her lips in a gasp of surprise. jaeyong is the last person sohye expected to see, especially not on a day like today, clear skies and a lightness in her heart. it’s been months since sohye had last seen this boy, since the last time he’d walked in here, bruised and bleeding, asking her to heal him and remaining tight lipped about the source of his wounds. she’d long given up expecting him to show up again, figuring he’d decided to stop asking a witch for help. she’s still convinced he’s a hunter, and she’d been sure that the next time she saw him, he’d be coming to try and kill her.

but, as she takes him in now, something seems ...different. his vibe has changed, and the store, so reluctant to let him in before, hadn’t so much as shuddered at his entrance. she’s still tense, cautious, ready if he’s going to try anything, but she resists the urge to immediately start defending herself. “long time, no see.”

————starter for @feyjaeyong.

#{ —☆☽ jaeyong002. }#( I'm a little rusty so let me know if anything needs changing! )#{ —☆☽ starter | closed. }

ohai! hello! I’m caitee (she/they) and a couple of you may remember me and sohye from, like, six months ago when I had her in this rp before! I am so excited to be back and writing this character, and I can’t wait to get into it with all of you! so, sohye is 28, a witch, and in charge of a not-so-average apothecary that she’s inherited. I’ll leave links to all her stuff here, plus some fun facts about her under the cut, but if you wanna plot please feel free to hit up my ims or discord ( caiteeje#4781 ), or smash that like button on this post and I’ll come to you!

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idolady

ladies and gentlemen.. HER.

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hdyejun

-: ✧ bubbles & mushrooms

it has been a long time since he’s ventured to siphons & spells. and to ask for a favour. he feels absurd. shinwon is not the type to typically dabble in smalltalk or idle around before jumping straight into it, but it feels inappropriate. though he must wonder, if sohye comes across this behaviour often. the likelihood of many visiting the shop must be high, and through the years, he’s certainly found himself not a regular any longer. but a familiar face from the past is still a familiar face. walking through the doors, he enters with ease, settling into the atmosphere of the shop. ah yes, for the rare ingredients that he had no other method of gathering. he wonders if they would be in stock ( he certainly does need more affiliations and connections if he plans on doing this more often. ) simply - there are things that witches must require the proper things for. as he scopes over the apothecary.

it reminds him of his half attempt at scrying back in the beginning of his days, the delicious atmosphere that makes him feel at home, despite being in another witch’s domain. besides, there’d be no reason why he’d be on sohye’s radar for anything negative; shinwon has done nothing to land himself in hot water lately. or so he hopes. it’s finally with a sound that he sees her, and he looks up from the shelves. “good afternoon sohye, it has certainly been awhile. now you and i both know i am not here simply to window shop…” he trails off, eyes roaming over the shelves and tables. “ehm, wouldn’t happen to have supplies of blood, would you?” there’s been an idea in the back of his mind to try his hand at potions. problem one being: he’s not good at it. problem two: he doesn’t truly follow recipes, and problem three: he doesn’t have material for it. perhaps sohye would be able to help, if she was willing.

@feysohye

feysohye

sohye’s taking a moment to herself, brewing some tea in the back room of her shop, when she hears the store door opening. she gives whomever it is some time to wonder through the shelves, staying where she is for a few moments longer as she lets her tea brew. once she’s sure it’s steeped long enough, she places the teapot on a tray along with two tea cups, and carries it out to the shop floor. “shinwon!” she greets, once she sees who it is come to visit her, pleasantly surprised. it’s been a while since she’d seen the other witch, and while they’ve probably never been more than acquaintances, really, it’s always nice to see a familiar face. “welcome, it’s good to see you.”

she chuckles, lightly, when shinwon states the obvious fact that he’s not just there to window shop. very few people who end up at siphons & spells ever are. her eyebrows raise, curiously, when his request comes, the slightest of smiles twitching at the corners of her lips. she doesn’t answer immediately, instead placing the tray on the counter between them and pouring tea into both cups, pushing one towards the other witch. “depends on what kind of blood you’re after,” she replies, finally, blowing gently on her tea before taking a sip. “and what you’re using it for,” she adds, a slight teasing tone to her voice as she flashes shinwon a grin.

“you are in luck though,” she continues, leaning forward against the counter. “I do happen to have a few, sparse, reserves of blood in stock. you will have to tell me what you need it for before I can give it to you though.” blood is hard to come by, even just the most basic of human blood, sohye only has so much of it in her stores at any one time and there’s only so many reasons (or so low a price) that she’d give it away for.

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femaleidols

hyuna ♡ i’m not cool mv looks

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feyxkieran

for @feysohye

keiran admittedly wasn’t the best person with the best track record of asking people nicely to help him with certain things, not especially if he was already somewhat familiar with them for more than just a little bit. it was unreasonable to do so, the vampire thought to himself with a scoff on his lips and hands in his pockets, golden hair, freshly dyed falling over the front of his eyes as the golden sunlight scattered through the fringes of his terrible fringe as he stalked right into sohye’s shop, a scowl upon his lips and eyes slightly narrowed.

a finger glazes off the countertop, as though he was trying or attempting to swipe for any minor traces of dust.

“sohye–” his words landed in a languid drawl as he raised his brow ever so slightly, reaching upwards to mildly stretch his limbs. “are you in here somewhere?” he lifted his hand from the countertop. “i need a favour again.” he barely even bothered turning around, raising a hand to the nape of his neck as he blinked in the vague direction where he felt rather instinctively sohye’s presence. “and remind me again, what do i owe you in particular for the favour of helping me settle down here?”

feysohye

sohye’s in her storeroom when she hears the front door open, the bell above it ringing out through the, otherwise empty, shop with a clear chime. she doesn’t move right away, opting to finish putting away her new shipment of glass vials and mason jars first. but she listens, to the sound of familiar footsteps stalk across wooden floorboards, a smile spreading across her face when a voice confirms who has come to see her. she lets him wait a few more moments, placing the last few jars on the shelf and disposing of box before making her way out to the shop floor.

“something ancient,” she says, forgoing a greeting to answer his last question. “and powerful, like a vile of your blood.” she’s teasing, mostly. she’s asked this before, and he always refuses, but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to keep asking. the things she could do with vampire blood as ancient as kieran’s... the possibilities are endless. she pulls her hair out of the messy bun she’d put it in to keep it off her face while she worked, letting her long, dark locks fall onto her shoulders as she leans against the counter opposite him.

“so what’s the favour this time?” she asks, resting her chin in her hand and looking up at him. “you know I’ll probably have to charge you for this one too,” she grins, not being entirely truthful. really, depending on what he’s about to ask of her, she’d probably do it for free. the two of them have had their meaningless fun in the past, but at the end of the day, sohye considers kieran a friend (even if he’s not always the most friendly or open person), and she’s almost always willing to help out her friends.

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feysebin:

—☆☽ fledgling discovery.

it has barely even been a half year since he’d woken up again locked under the dirt, buried six feet under, still alive. he still doesn’t know why they’d buried him alive, or why he felt so different. why weren’t his parents there, why had he not seen jisung, why was the only person who was there for him a close friend from school? sebin has a lot of questions, but they always seem to slip his mind when he is in front of sungha. the questions seem to slip away more quickly than he can grasp them, and swimming through the fog of his own mind is an exhausting process that drags at him painfully.

he swallows hungrily, his mind only focused on the warm taste of blood slipping over his tongue. when he feeds, it’s like he completely loses himself, the conscious mind hiding in a corner, only to come out when the blood is gone and the situation is no longer quite so dire or demanding. but instincts are a messy teacher, and it shows in the way he feeds.

the soft call of his name filters into his ears, delayed by the bloodlust currently overtaking him as he drinks from the body in his arms, the person already long past the point of saving, and it’s only belatedly that his brain connects the spoken name with his own identity. who is this…? if it had been even 5 minutes earlier, perhaps his bloodlust would have simply caused him to lunge at the stranger, or fail to even attract his attention at all.

confused, he lifts his face, smeared with blood, messy from his feeding, the body in his arms losing its interest, the blood no longer flowing quite as freely, sated for the time being. uncomprehendingly, he stares up at the person who stands in the mouth of the alley, a woman he doesn’t know, and he clutches the body closer to him, almost protectively.

scared, his mind tells him, scared. he growls softly, a warning that’s instinctual more than meant to communicate anything in particular. thump…. thump… thump… the sound of the steady heartbeat thrums in his ears and his throat itches, even though he feels full.

you don’t have to be here. a voice, that sounds oddly like her familiar, runs through sohye’s mind. you can leave now, no one would blame you, leave now and don’t put yourself in any more danger. except she can’t leave. she can’t just turn and walk away, not when the creature at the end of the alley looks so ... frightened. he’s just a boy, young by vampire standards most certainly, but young in human years as well, practically a child. perhaps sohye should also have been afraid—afraid of the unpredictability of a fledgling, afraid of whomever this boy belonged to—but all sohye can feel right now is concern. it clouds her judgment, keeps her from turning away, and it’s with concern that she moves forward in slow, non-threatening movements, towards sebin.

she stops a few metres away, crouches so that she’s at his eye level. this close, with his face turned towards her, it’s unmistakeable that this is who she’d been looking for. even with the changes to his physique that have come with vampirism, she can recognise his features from the photographs jisung had shown her, the ones she had memorised so she’d know what she was looking for beyond the veil. if there had been any uncertainty left about where sebin’s soul resided, it’s gone now.

“my name is sohye,” she tells him, gentle, calm. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise,” she continues. “I am a witch, and it’s my job to use my power to help people.” she pauses, unsure how much she should explain about why she’s there and how she knows his name. she doesn’t know how much of his human life he remembers, or what his sire may or may not have told him. considering sohye found him alone and the way he’d immediately become frightened by her arrival, she decides it may not be wise to tell him that she’s there because of jisung. at least, not for now.

“I’d like to help you, sebin, if you’ll let me,” she says, keeping that same, even-tempered tone to her voice. she’s doing everything she can think of to try and ease his fear, being on his eye level, keeping her voice soft, no sudden movements. she wants him to know he can trust her. for what end, she’s not exactly sure of in this moment, all she knows right now is that she wants to make sure sebin is okay. “maybe, if you like, we can even be friends?”

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feyaera:

—☆☽ girls night out.

it has been slow lately yet aera didn’t mind at all however her master on the other hand was not as pleased with slow work especially the fact their divination spell has been total bust clearly irritated sohye, a small smile curled up on the corner of lips looking over at her witch. “now now, that wouldn’t be fair on the other witches if you were good at everything, no one likes overpowered characters anyways. I believe grandma is storing her magic for something special not some simple divination spell besides we just need more practice can’t be naturally good at everything.” she explained with warm expression referring to the characters within the countless books she tend to read even dabble in the odd visual novel when feeling lazy wanting to look at pictures instead. aera is always willing to offer the compliments & another way to look at the situation to their version of things, she is like another set of eyes.

the moment she mentioned she wanted to go do something fun, aera prepared for the worst as she knows that means something with go wrong and the fact she would have to go on some adventure. don’t get her wrong, she loves social situations yet she prefers the formal type of situations rather random spontaneous adventures without no itinerary. the familiar let out deep sigh scrunching her nose up at the thought of drinks since her tolerance to alcohol is extremely low and remembers the pains from that one night of drinking with her friend, she promise herself never again she would not poison her body like that again. although sohye made some good points since it’s been forever since they went out together ice skating didn’t sound too bad.

“…fine…just promise me..no poisoning our bodies with those liquids again?! I want virgin everything- nothing disgusting is going inside my body-” she felt that was one thing she had tell her lovely adventurous sister of hers even although she knows that some reason that it is most likely drinking some kind of gin & tonic in their night of adventures. aera sleepy stretches her body out preparing herself physically & mentally for whatever sohye wants to go do as that witch never fails in surprising her on the ridiculous things, she is definition of free spirit.

sohye sighs, her breath lifting the hair off her forehead. “yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she resigns. aera’s usually right, the voice of reason between the two of them. sohye may not show it, but aera’s balancing perspective is one of the reason she’s grateful for her familiar. words aren’t going to fix the cause of sohye’s frustration, but aera’s calm, logical reaction to her complaining does actually help. “you can’t blame me for wishing for things to be easier though. but I suppose life would be boring if I was automatically good at everything,” she says, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, a smile sliding it’s way across her face.

aera’s reaction to her suggestion is expected, the familiar clearly not thrilled with the idea of a spontaneous night on the town. but sohye, much to her delight, had apparently been convincing enough because she agrees, and sohye can’t help lifting her arms in a cheer, excitement building. “you do not have to drink a drop of alcohol, I promise that all your drinks will be non-alcoholic,” she agrees. “I will not make such a promise for myself, however.” she gets it, why aera doesn’t drink, and she would never be the type of person to pressure anyone else into it, especially someone she cares so much about. but sohye would be lying if she said she didn’t often indulge her vices, alcohol included. “but I will also promise not to get wasted. tonight’s about us spending time together, I will not go too crazy,” she vows. “just crazy enough to have some fun,” she adds, a mischievous grin on her face.

“but first, we need new outfits,” sohye says, looking down at the (relatively) casual clothes she’s been wearing all day. she’s not dressed for going out, and she’s barely wearing any make up, this will not do. “come on,” she says, jumping up from her seat and going over to aera, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. she leads the way upstairs to her room, diving into her closest with reckless abandon. “we need to dress like we’re ready to break some hearts,” she says, matter-of-factly, as she searches through her clothes. it takes her a moment—and more than a few garments hitting the floor—before she finds something she likes, turning around to grin at aera as she holds a deep, emerald green, velvet wrap dress up against her body. “thoughts?”

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feyhyunwoo:

❬ the flow of time ❭

a starter for @feysohye ! set in 2006 // past

siphons and spells is a rather unique place. while it’s not entirely unheard of for a witch’s shop to only appear in times of need, it’s still something that’s a little less common than just having a normal shop in the middle of the city. hyunwoo has never had a hard time finding it, but maybe that’s because of his familiarity with the owners.

but it has been some time since he’d last stepped foot into the magical store. that had been partially because of the emotional pain that had crippled him painfully and left him barely able to function. the only source of calm that he’d found during the past two years had really been donghyun, the chubby toddler who had stumbled around him and carried him in his kitten form. he just hadn’t had the energy to talk to anyone for quite a while, the sharp pain in his heart eventually dying down to a dull ache that still leaves him feeling hollow but not as incapacitated as before.

and it’s now that he’s finally able to bring himself to talk to people, that he’s finally making his rounds to the people who he’d let slip by for two years. had it really been that long? it barely feels like any time has passed for hyunwoo, but perhaps that’s just what happens when a person lives as long as hyunwoo has.

stepping into siphons and spells, he doesn’t call out quite yet, looking for a familiar face. when he finally spots her, his lips curl up in a faint, barely there smile. “sohye,” he murmurs lowly.

sohye is fifteen, but she feels like she’s aged much more than the two years she’s lived since her thirteenth birthday. learning to control her power has been a tumultuous journey, one that has left her far more world weary than the average fifteen year old. she’s been lucky though, there’s a lot of people in her life—witches and familiars—who have helped her, taught her, and kept her safe. if it wasn’t for them, she might have succumbed to the whispers of the dead, and one of many things the last two years have taught her is a grater appreciation for the people she cares about.

however, there was one absence over the past two years that didn’t go unnoticed. she can’t blame hyunwoo. she’s only been bonded to aera for two years, but she’s known her familiar her entire life, the idea of being torn from her ... sohye doesn’t want to think about it, but she’s sure that if she was in hyunwoo’s shoes, she’d disappear and stop talking to everyone too. but still, she misses him. misses his pretty face and the comforting nature of his presence, and the way he always seemed to be able to make time for her.

she sees him seconds after he sees her, their eyes meeting across the room, a bright, wide smile instantly spreading itself across her face. “hyunwoo oppa!” she exclaims, running towards him and almost tackling him in a hug. even though she’s grown since the last time he saw her, she only barely reaches his chest, but that doesn’t stop her from giving him the biggest, tightest hug she can manage. “I missed you,” she tells him when she finally pulls away. “and you missed a lot! I’m a full witch now! I have control of my power and everything!”

as soon as sohye had known what a crush was, she had one on hyunwoo. an attractive, older guy who was always nice to her? how could she not have a crush on him? she’d thought, maybe, since she hadn’t seen him for a while, that her crush may have faded into nothing. but here he is, handsome as ever, seemingly there just for her, and sohye’s discovering that it’s true when they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. “it’s really good to see you,” she tells him, softer, praying the blush on her cheeks isn’t obvious.

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mpbixia

☆ familiar bond ☆ sohye x aera ☆

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—☆☽ girls night out.

sohye sinks into her chair with a frustrated sigh, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. she’s been working on a spell with aera, a kind of short range divination spell that would let her know—up to an hour in advance, ideally—when a customer was going to come into siphons & spells. it’s already been a few days, but progress has been frustratingly slow, in fact it’s almost been non-existent. most likely that’s due to the fact that sohye is not as skilled at soothsaying as she is speaking to the dead.

“this would be so much easier if I could just be good at everything,” she complains with a groan, rubbing at her temples. “I bet grandma could do a spell like this easy, but no, now that she’s old and grey she only uses magic to heat her tea and translocate up and down the stairs.” she’s only complaining to complain. sohye loves her grandmother, aera knows this, and the woman in question would probably laugh at the accusations and tell sohye she’s absolutely right. but sohye just has all this pent up energy in the form of dissatisfaction at being unable to get anywhere with this spell. she needs a break, and something to get her mind off all this.

“let’s go out.” the thought is out her mouth as soon as it comes to her and she sits up, eyes opening to land on her familiar. “get food, have some drinks, go ice skating, something. we deserve a break and honestly I feel like I need to get out of here.” aera is a lot less... adventurous than sohye is when it comes to going out, but she’s also extremely loyal, and sohye’s pretty confident she’ll be able to convince her to have some fun. “I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve done anything together that wasn’t work related. let’s see where the night takes us, okay?”

————starter for @feyaera.

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—☆☽ fledgling discovery.

( flashback: one and a half years ago )

ahn sebin. the name echoes in her mind as she tries to reach his spirit. died february 17, 2018, from an illness you carried with you your whole life. everything’s set up as it should be, the chalk sigils, the crystals, the candles, sohye can feel the manifestation of her power as she searches through the world of the dead for someone who’s supposed to be there. where are you? nothing. not a whisper, not a pull, sebin’s spirit is nowhere to be found. she opens her eyes, blows out the candles with a sigh. this is what she does, contacting the dead is her thing, if she can’t find sebin’s spirit, the only explanation is that it’s still tied to his body.

she doesn’t even know why she’s trying this again, why she’d promised jisung before he’d left the store that she would. jisung had entered siphons & spells like many other customers before him, hoping she could contact the spirit of a loved one—in this case, jisung’s cousin. he had told her about sebin, that he’d had a health condition and that it had taken his life. jisung wanted to talk to him, and sohye had assumed fulfilling that request would be easy. but when she’d tried to summon sebin’s spirit... nothing.

she should leave it alone. admit defeat and tell jisung she can’t help him. but she can’t get this kid out of her mind. she has a theory, that sebin did die, but was subsequently turned into a vampire, his spirit returning to his—newly immortal—body. if her theory is correct, it’s all the more reason to drop it. she’s a witch, it’s not her place to meddle in vampire affairs. but she can’t shake her curiosity, or the nagging feeling that she needs to check in and make sure this guy’s okay. aera would tell her not to, but sohye’s familiar isn’t here right now, and besides, sohye rarely listens to her anyway.

it takes the better part of two days for sohye’s scrying to track him down. longer that it normally takes to find the average human, another indication that her theory might be correct. she sets off without hesitation, a protective amulet around her neck and a pouch of precautionary potions and spell components tucked neatly into her bag. the trail leads her to an alley, tucked away in a quieter part of seoul, and she approaches it with caution. there’s a figure at the end of the alley, and sohye knows it’s sebin only because her spell is telling her so. it’s impossible to see his face, he’s hunched over, a body in his arms. sohye’s theory is confirmed, sebin is, in fact, a vampire, and she’s caught him while he’s feeding.

carefully and quietly, sohye takes a piece of chalk out of her bag and draws a sigil on the brick at the entrance of the alley, muttering a few words under her breath. a light protective spell, one to dissuade and passers by from looking in. then, slowly, she walks towards the vampire. “ahn sebin?” she calls to him, pausing after a moment to keep her distance. where is your sire? she can’t help thinking. why are you alone?

———— starter for @feysebin.

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feyjaeyong:

✂ ── CURSE OR CURE

jaeyong is used to being beaten and bruised. he’s lived his entire life training, getting into squabbles, and genuine fights on hunts. he is littered with scars, some large and some small, and he wears them with pride.

these days, it’s different. these days, it’s a return to his family’s old tricks, forcing him through nightmares in the name of training. jaeyong doesn’t mind it. it’s necessary; he knows this. he believes it. he is weak now. he needs hardening– strengthening, and this is the best way. even with seoyun’s insistence that he will die like this, that it’s just abuse, not training at all, jaeyong doesn’t change his mind. (maybe deep down, he knows something isn’t right. maybe deep down he knows the danger, and he fears them just as much as he fears everything they put him through to try and defeat it. maybe deep down he knows he should leave, but he stays.)

now, however, it’s more important than ever that seoyun and huangjun don’t see any of the injuries he sports from his exercises. the mental scars likely run deeper than any sohye can heal, but jaeyong ignores those, if he even knows they’re there. (he is an expert in manipulation; maybe he even does the same to himself.)

this time, it’s a bad bruise, just below the right side of his ribcage, expertly delivered by his father so as to not cause real lasting damage, but serve as a reminder of jaeyong’s weakness. he should never even let his guard down enough to be struck; if anyone he trains with can manage to get a blow in on him, it’s one he deserves to take. he doesn’t resent the bruise, but he does fret over it. this is not one easily covered with makeup, or small enough that huangjun may overlook it. (huangjun knows every inch of him now. he can always tell when something is out of place, anyway.)

sohye helped to treat his back when it was burned by the hot shower his parents forced him into, guiding him toward a quicker recovery of a wound that likely wouldn’t have taken too long anyway. he still doesn’t know if it actually helped, and he still isn’t too keen on seeking the help of a witch, but he doesn’t know where else to go. he doesn’t know that she’s not cursing him instead of healing him, either, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take to keep the cruelty behind his training a secret from his boyfriend.

at least siphons & spells is interesting, even if so much as setting foot in it sends a shiver down his spine. even as a human, he can practically feel the magic– something unnatural and dark that needs to be purged from this world. he already decided upon meeting sohye that he’ll kill her one day, but for now, she is useful, so he’ll keep her alive. for now, he’ll use his time in the shop to gather intel as well– to take note of the people he sees here as potential wielders of magic.

he’s heard that the shop is picky about letting people in. part of him wonders how it decided he was worthy.

when he sees sohye, he simply sighs, expression giving away how displeased he is that he even needs to see her again.

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the thing about working in a shop like siphons & spells is that, most of the time, it’s pretty quiet. one or two customers at a time, her focus on wish granting. but every so often, all the witches decide they want to come in at once. at least that’s what it feels like, when there’s a rush of people just wanting to buy the goods the apothecary has to offer. sohye can’t resent these times, they’re what keeps the store going after all, but they can be stressful. she’s just finished tidying after one of these rushes. for some reason, things always end up out of place, potion ingredients found on the opposite side of the store to where they should be. all she really wants to do right now, is put on a pot of tea and keep off her feet for a while. and that’s when jaeyong walks in.

his displeased expression is mirrored by her own, and a sigh escapes her lips as she takes in the human. in all honesty she didn’t think she’d see him back here again, considering how clear it had been that he hadn’t wanted to be there the first time. she’s about ninety percent sure he’s a hunter. he didn’t say as much, of course, but the nature of his injuries, the way the store seemed reluctant to let him in, his general aura, all point to the probability of him being a hunter. sohye knows hunters, is friends with a few of them, in fact, the “good ones” as she refers to them. if jaeyong is indeed a hunter, she’s almost certain he’s not a “good one”.

then again, she might be wrong about the human. the store did let him in after all, and sohye made a promise when she took over to help everyone who came through the door. hunter or not, jaeyong is there, so sohye has to help him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here again,” sohye says, by way of greeting. a wave of her hand and the sign on the door flips to read “closed”, the same hand then moving to point at a chair in the corner of the store. “sit.” she disappears into the back, reappearing a few moments later with a pot of tea and two cups balanced carefully on a tray. “so what is it this time?” she asks, taking a seat in the chair opposite his, placing the tray down between them. she assumes he’s injured again, though it must be somewhere hidden since she can’t tell just by looking at him. she can’t imagine why else he would come back here, even though she’s positive that healing isn’t what he truely needs from her.

many of the people who come through siphons & spells arrive believing their wish is one thing, when the reality is different. sometimes it takes sohye moments to discern a person’s true wish, sometimes many meetings and conversations. she wonders how long it will take to figure jaeyong out.

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—☆☽ christmas magic.

feyxjiyoung:

@feysohye

Christmas season again. Jiyoung stares up at the large Christmas tree with something akin to nostalgia, though he’s never been one to celebrate the winter holiday unless forced to. He glances down at the witch beside him who looks for all the world like a child living out her most precious dreams. It’s endearing. Jiyoung can’t remember the last time he’s seen such joyful innocence since he made a point to keep his distance from most everyone. Sohye was an exception. And the one to convince the familiar to attend this festival.

“‘Magical,’ huh?” He lifted his cup of hot cocoa to his lips and took a sip, mulling over her words. He’d never quite understood the ‘spirit’ of Christmas, what made it so full of wonder for Sohye and others like her. The snow? The presents? The romance? Celebrations like this one? He supposed, taking in the festivities and laughing families, that it had less to do with gifts and more to do with the time spent in the company of people you actually liked. He smiled softly at the witch. “Yeah, there’s something special about it, I guess.” He paused and lifted a brow. “Magical, though? You’d think you’d be all magicked out with how you spend the rest of the year.” He huffed a laugh at Sohye, amused at how whimsical she could be.

“Don’t even think about,” Jiyoung warned with a slight edge of concern in his voice. For as long as he’d known her, Sohye had always been a mischievous witch. Jiyoung was not bound to her, but as a close friend he couldn’t in good faith leave Sohye to her own devices. Luckily, she was the kind type, not one to cause a stir; but she always seemed to get a kick out of the familiar’s panic, even though he believed—most of the time—that she’d never cause a scene. Like animating an army of snowmen in the middle of a human crowd at a festival. Right? “‘Magical’ as you seem to think this holiday is, try to keep the real thing inside, hm? Leave the magic to Santa and his reindeer.”

“I mean sure, doing magic is pretty much my job, but christmas magic is different,” sohye insists. “it’s like...” she gestures vaguely with her hands, trying to find the words to best explain herself. “it’s not real, there’s no actual magic happening, all of this is kind of arbitrary. but still, so many people get so into it. we decorate and go to events like this and put away time to spend with our loved ones. the amount of christmas spirit you get depends on how much you commit to it and, I don’t know, I think that’s beautiful.” she shrugs a little, taking a sip of her hot cocoa, before lifting her gaze to jiyoung’s face again. “I probably sound like a rambling fool,” she laughs. “it’s hard to explain, but I think the point is that I love christmas.”

a pout instantly appears on sohye’s lips before jiyoung has even finished his objection, despite the fact that she already knew he wouldn’t approve. “but it’ll be fun,” she insists. “and harmless, I promise!” she adds. “I’m not going to make them start walking around or anything, only the kids will see and who’s going to believe them anyway? honestly, if oh inshik can dress himself up like santa and do magic in front of everyone, then what harm could my little spell do?” she doesn’t mean it, not really, even if she believes what she’s saying and knows she could contain it. if jiyoung doesn’t want her to do it, she wont. she knows he has his reasons to be cautious, and she knows her well enough to know she wont go against his wishes. that doesn’t mean it’s not fun to rile him up a little though.

“you remember how to have fun, don’t you jiyoung?” she teases, nudging him playfully with her elbow. the grin on her face is wide and gives away the fact that she’s joking, about all of it. “if you wont let me do magic, will you at least come ice skating with me?”

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