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[harvey-ia]

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UPDATE (02.08): OFF HIATUS! && posted a plot-call. UPDATE (24.08): slow because of ooc reasons.

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🎨 :: art sesh with hyunjin

[ortali]

hyunjin ♡ kcon 2022

[hyunedores]

Do I even need to say anything like…

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    (   a  collection  of  texting  prompts .  receiver of the meme  is  implied  to  be  the  sender  of  the  text .   )

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

[hiraethedits]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

NOTE: Some options are both SAFE and NOT SAFE for work/tumblr. Send me an ask to approach my muse at:

🍻 a local dive bar/pub

🥡 a food truck 

✨  a popular nightclub

🎪  a fairground 

🍸  while they’re sitting alone at a hotel bar 

☕  a 24 hour café 

👠  a strip club 

🎃  a Halloween/costume party 

🎄  a Christmas party

🎇 a New Year’s celebration

🎧 a silent disco 

👻 a haunted house 

🩸 a vampire bar 

⛳ a mini golf course 

🎷 a jazz bar 

🎳 a bowling alley 

🍝 a fancy restaurant 

📓 a college party 

🏒 a sports event 

👗  an old school dance hall

⛸   an ice skating/roller rink 

🎰 a casino 

👾 an arcade 

🏊🏻‍♂️ a pool

👙 a beach party 

🎨 an art museum 

🎱 a pool hall

🎸 a live concert 

🎬 an underground film

🍾 a high class party 

🥩 a BBQ/cookout 

🎂 a birthday party 

🍹 a rooftop party/get together 

💋 a sex club 

🧜🏻‍♂️ a tattoo parlor 

🥊 a fight club 

Alternatively send ___ + reverse for my muse to approach yours.

[exjaemin-ia]

Accidental Encounter || Jaemin & Harvey

harvey had to admit to himself that he had a problem. he had the tendency to be all over the place in his thoughts. taking psychology taught him that he might be suffering from (1) narcissism, (2) adhd, and (3) psychopathy. he would lie if he were to ignore the fact that he did diagnose himself. but he was not worrying too much about it, he did not care, because to him anything he might or might not have did not make him less himself. however, case in point, he spaced out at times – and when he did, he did not look where he was going. when he felt a few boxes topple around him, his instinct was to hiss out loud. not because he got hurt or injured, but because he got annoyed. he was having a nice erotic fantasy that was rudely interrupted. he touched a box, but his palms were far too hot. he burnt the outside of the box, but he managed to stop a fire. “try less boxes next time. and maybe, just maybe, you will be able to see where you are going,” harvey passed the damaged box back at the other. “you look like you are struggling.”

The man was workaholic. Going about his day trying to do things all over the place. Now even though Jaemin is a vampire he was a saint, sometimes too kind and pretty much an utter softy towards everyone. Of course he was holding back a part of him that was capable to be ruthless but he didn’t care. At this point he was trying his best to not think about his true nature and go through the flow of things.   Scrunching his nose as he fell on the floor along with the boxes. Some of these boxes contained alcohol for his bar, others had books, and all kinds of supplies that were needed for his work. Luckily none of the alcohol came out of the box, just some supplies. And so he quickly picked up the items throwing them into the box. Blinking eyes widening as he saw the box in flames letting out a gulp. Well that wasn’t common to see everyday. “Ah-h sorry..” he spoke quietly nodding his head as he accepted the boxes trying to hold onto them. He was strong, just had terrible balance. Letting out an awkward chuckle rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah a little. Was hoping it wasn’t too noticeable.” Why did he feel like he hasn’t seen the other? Was he new here? Quickly shaking his own thoughts, he was kinda intimidated by the other. 

“Oh! To apologize here.” he said pulling out his business card from his back pocket dropping the box once more. The vampire was trying to be smooth and clearly didn’t work. Heat rising to his cheeks as he quickly crouched down picking up the items, “Feel free to stop by at my bar anytime. As an apology I’ll serve you some drinks.” he uttered. 

@harvey-ia

[harvey-ia]

harvey’s mind wandered elsewhere for a moment, the glistening bottles and glasses making it hard for him to focus. he spaced out for a moment, reminiscing on some assignment he still had to finish, thinking about the reason he followed a stranger around. but then, he dropped the thought since it was just like him to tail trouble around. “I take archery and modern dance. I have a good aim and perfect coordination,” he answered the boy’s question, humming shortly thinking about other sports. “I am not really a team player, so a team sport would make it difficult for me to pass the class,” he continued to look around, his curiosity capturing different bits and pieces of the place he would have not noticed otherwise. like the way it was structured, perfectly adjusted for people to be close enough without ripping each other to shreds.

“jaemin, I will have to take your word for that,” he had a way of speaking names that would seem rather seductive or threatening, depending on the circumstances. he liked names, he thought they were one of the wonders of the world. and he knew some demons shared his philosophy on names – or perhaps he was the odd one out. jaemin’s question did take him by surprise, he was not sure what to make of it. so, he let it sink in for a while, his lips curling into a smirk. the indirect, yet direct question made him think about too many things, all nasty and definitely not innocent. “why? are you interested?” and harvey in an unmistakable gesture checked jaemin out, thinking about possibilities. “well, jaemin, if we are being honest, I like my men less kind, but we would have a lot of fun regardless,” harvey shrugged, but kept his smirk on his face.

he looked at the drink and reached out to grab it and inspect it. “hm, looks an awful lot like blood. I hope you know no poison will kill a demon, it would just piss them off. and you would not want that now, would you sweetheart?” it was a warning, not really a threat. it would have been fun to be ‘poisoned’ by the barman. harvey knew that it would not kill him, just make him a little uncomfortable especially since he had just been flirted on. he took a sip of the drink and thought it lived up to its name. bitter-sweet, a perfect tangle on the tip of his tongue. “not bad, jaemin. not bad at all.”

[ethirdil-ia]

⛧ ( get out ) {Hartdil}

somehow Harvey & Ethirdil were stupid enough to go inside the forest and get lost & there are plenty of spirits who do not accept them being there

There were a lot of things Ethirdil was good at. He was good at being pretty, and he was pretty good at being good when he wasn’t being bad. That is. He was good at gossip and making people cry and also making people come. Sometimes at the same time.

That said, Ethirdil was not the brightest crayon in the box. It was a good thing he was born under the sign of lady fortuna and was always lucky (except in classes, the stupid school had some magic cancelling his powers when it got to classes and grades). the luck was his saving grace since he was softheaded, slow-witted, empty-headed and witless. Truly, his family would thank the Gods that he was pretty; because he wouldn’t win any grade school science fairs.

Anyway, that all was to say that the elf was lost in the swampy forest and even his will ‘o whisp was questioning the wit of their owner right now.

“WHO GOES THERE?” he yelped as he stumbled backwards and nearly fell down. Which would ruin his new D&G pants and the cropped fishnet top that was 100$ per hole.

“I HAVE A… A… SWORD.” he announced, holding a plastic butterknife.

@harvey-ia

[harvey-ia]

harvey was too smart to get lost, wasn’t he? stupidly enough though, he thought it would be mighty fun to go into the forest and explore those paths nobody explored before. it was silly of him to think he of all people would be immune to the forest’s alluring magic and frequent whispers. harvey got lost as fast as one would say ‘forest’, and he was struggling to find the path again. he took a detour, thinking he found something magnificent (that turned out to be turd of unknown origin). he would have burnt everything in there, but he knew that would only attract unwanted attention. thus, he was forced to attempt to retrace his steps.

however, the farther away he got, the harder it was to return. it felt as though the forest changed, all the intricate paths made him feel dizzy. and then, there were voices – all around him, whispering, begging, pathetically trying to make him stay. he knew better than to listen to them – as someone who carried a lot of negative energy around, he was hardly afraid of the subtle threats. he knew that if push came to shove, his fire could swallow the whole damned forest. and then, he heard a voice that was surprisingly not disembodied. he figured it must be another person else it would not be that clear and that urgent. did someone else get lost?

he followed the voice and witnessed a figure stumbling, nearly toppling over a bush of thorns. that would have hurt, harvey almost wondered if someone or something put those thorns there. he managed to make out a face as he approached. he recognised the boy from the academy, he had seen him before, and he recalled even flirting with him at some point. he was highly amused to see him this helpless, and if he were not trying to get out himself, he would have spooked him a little. he raised his hands to show they were empty, then continued to approach. he remembered his name with some effort and was able to address him properly. “ethirdil, that is not going to cut anything,” he was close enough to establish eye contact. “do you happen to know the way back to the main building? I lost track of my steps for a moment, and this place seems to be changing the paths as I try to uncover them.”

[exxiao-ia]

You Tell me? || Harvey & Xiao

perhaps he had one too many drinks that night, because he felt more susceptible to being closer to strangers. not that he usually minded, he enjoyed the company when he asked for it. and in the heat of the night, the loudness of the music, he could not possibly expect not to be lured to unknown heights. he felt a tug and before he could inquire, he was pulled closer by his belt loops by a stranger (not so much a stranger, but he was a little too tipsy). his lips curled into a smirk, he did not fail to notice the gesture was a little racy. he wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, pulling him closer a bit more aggressively, establishing some kind of dominance. “now what?” his eyes flashed green, intrigued by their little game.

Perhaps the witch had a little too much drinks himself. Admittedly someone caught his eye. He could have started off with a simple greeting but he was a bit too tipsy for that. At most the person in front of him could simply say they weren’t interested, but unexpectedly he was pulled closer. “Ahh– Well aren’t you bold.” he smirked having his hand gently land on the other’s chest. Instead of fighting over being the dominant one, he was only intrigued more. His fingers traveled brushing against the fabric of his shirt eventually undoing one button of the strangers shirt. “Oops.” 

And with that he slowly wrapped his arms around Harvey shoulder’s. One hand brushed against Harvey’s bottom lip. “You tell me?” A club was not what you would expect Xiao to be in. But the man was curious. His hair up in a pony tail, mesh sheer black botton down shirt, along with fitted jeans. The two were in the middle of the dance floor

@harvey-ia 

[harvey-ia]

harvey tried to search his memory for an image of him because he looked quite familiar. but the alcohol made it hard for him to focus, not to mention merely thinking made his whole body burn with a flame he was afraid he would not be able to extinguish. the man was attractive, and it was not like harvey to refuse the touch of a handsome stranger, especially if it came out of mutual interest. yet he knew none of them were capable of making proper decisions (his only sober braincell told him so), thus he did not rush into anything. instead, he kept the sensual exchange at a less dangerous pace.

but being touched like that made the small fire in his body dance brighter. he felt the button falling apart, and he was quite graceful for that, because he was getting way too hot. he did not expect to be touched tenderly though; he would have expected his shirt to be ripped all the way off, but not his lips to be caught like that. he resisted the urge to bite as he thought it might come across as childish, and instead he smirked, guiding the other’s body in a slightly tipsy dance. he was somewhat aware of his environment, and he noticed that people were moving around them, thus he felt obliged to move too. “I am bold? said the man who almost undressed me,” he was trying to cover the music with his voice, and that was perhaps less intimate than he hoped it would be. thus, he leaned closer to whisper into the stranger’s ear. “is a slow dance with me all you wanted?”

[harvey-ia]

⸺ poisoned herbarium.

[harvey-ia]

𓆙 location ; out and about 𓆙 with ; @hemlock-ia 𓆙 mood ; poison by yas

summer projects were exhausting to say the very least. harvey did not expect to spend his free time working on a tiresome project, yet he did not find it in him to complain too much. especially not when he found the perfect muse for his grand sculpture. it was not like him to pester someone with his presence (or maybe it was exactly like him), yet he felt obliged to follow his art project almost everywhere. he met the poison-ridden demon sometime during spring accidentally. when he first saw hemlock, he felt oddly and yet strangely attracted to him. it was perhaps partly due to his personality or appearance – harvey had to admit he did not look too bad, and he was just the right amount of messed up to make him interesting. harvey never admitted to anyone that he loved flowers – he thought that would make him look weak. he especially liked to destroy them, but something about their fragility and ephemerality made him admire them mindlessly. hemlock was a peculiarity of nature, and harvey would lie if he were to deny that the flowers that grew in his hair were not the reason he decided to approach him in the first place. ever since that day, hemlock had been at the back of harvey’s mind – as a thought, an idea, a muse. who else to fill the spot of the summer project muse but a demon whose whole existence made harvey question what he knew about demons?

summer made his flowers look different – they bathed in the sun, twisted, and turned inside out, but they also wilted faster to speed their rebirth. harvey was amazed at the fact that his scent was not rotten – the flowers covered it, especially the lilies of the valley. the toxic sweetness was almost hypnotising, and harvey understood why humans made a beeline to see hemlock, finding any excuse to spend more time around him. harvey too was prey to his interesting and alluring toxic aura, but he would rather have his head chopped off than to admit it. he observed him from afar before approaching him to ask if he could stick around and draw some preliminary sketches (as if harvey had other options, when in fact he really did not have anyone else in mind). the first sketches turned out alright, but not perfect. so harvey returned on other days, spontaneously putting hemlock in different situations to see how his mesmerising body would react. sometimes he thought about touching him, directing his body the way he wanted it to turn. but he settled for verbal instructions. harvey did not know how their bodies would react together – poison and fire, they might just create a nuclear war. exciting, but that was for another day.

about two weeks into his project, he decided that it would be best to take hemlock out of his environment. that would allow harvey to catch new angles of his body and admire him silently in a new light. he probably filed about five completed sketches of hemlock already, but there was never enough research. harvey only noticed hemlock had tattoos recently because summer allowed his clothing to be lighter. so naturally, he wanted to capture them. he spent a whole day sketching hemlock’s arm alone, which was a task in it of itself, especially since the boy did other things while harvey drew. that day he realised he had to find more exciting ways to draw hemlock, else they will both get bored to death. that was when he came with the brilliant idea to ask him out for research purposes (and because he was pretty).

harvey approached hemlock one day with a big sketchpad under his arm, smirking mischievously as though he was ready to start some trouble. “how about a date today? the lake is quite shiny during summer. besides, I highly doubt you want to sit around and wait hours for me to finish sketching your shoulders. I can bring some cards. I have these cards that gossip, we can send them in the air and watch people come to collect them. I have other games too, but they are more explosive,” he did not want to get into the legality of owning said cards (or where he got them from), so he did not.

[harvey-ia]

⸺ poisoned herbarium.

[harvey-ia]

⸺ plot-call.

hi!!! it has been a while, I missed you all ♡ now that I have finally escaped the burning claws of deadlines and exams, I can focus on harvey a little more && relax. I have prepared a list of prompts && plot ideas that I would like to try out. I am in a light-hearted mood lately, but I added some darker ideas for all of you horror enthusiasts out there. if you would like to claim any of these, you can reach out to me on discord (I will see the messages faster!). my username: brvsque#7130. you can also ping me in our server, if it is easier! for people who do not have discord, you can send me a private message on tumblr, just know I might take longer to reply! here you go (most of them are summer-related):

light-hearted ;

☼ ( art class mishap ) right before the summer holiday, harvey & muse accidentally dropped paint all over the art class’ floor when they got into a bickering argument & now they are stuck cleaning it

☼ ( summer trip ) harvey loves the sun, so he decides to go out for a swim & muse just so happens to be outside as well, a little suspicious of harvey because they know he likes to mess things around

☼ ( summer body ) people watching is one of harvey’s favourite activities so he decides to check muse out when they are working out/swimming/sunbathing outside half-naked

☼ ( summer project ) muse becomes harvey’s project for the summer, he has to draw & eventually sculpt them over the summer as homework for an autumn summer class taken by hemlock

☼ ( kraken? ) the academy’s lake is engulfed in mystery and weird stories, but harvey convinces muse there is a hot creature living in its depths & they decide to have a picnic near the lake

☼ ( infirmary ) because of an accident, harvey is tasked to help out at the infirmary for a while & muse comes in with a scarped knee & harvey is the only one there to help patch it up

☼ ( summer theatre ) harvey & muse are forced to work as partners for the drama class’ summer theatre project & they cannot help but try to comically and unsuccessfully sabotage one another

dark ;

⛧ ( voices inside ) there is no doubt that harvey is a pyromaniac & muse knows it, but when they go for a trip to the crematorium they start hearing voices coming from inside the fire

⛧ ( get out ) somehow harvey & muse were stupid enough to go inside the forest and get lost & there are plenty of spirits who do not accept them being there taken by ethirdil

⛧ ( adventure gone wrong ) harvey & muse are probably not the best people to form a team, evidence shows that they tried to harm one another during one of their class tasks

[athanasia-ia]

@harvey-ia

Athanasia was not sure what she had expected; or rather, a small part of her subconscious thought the New Guy was going to become combatant - as people normally would when first responding to the pact demoness' unnecessary jabs. Other than that, she did not have the faintest idea as to what sort of reaction she would get. She, of course, was practically ready for anything, and it was probably the safety of a class environment that imbued her with the reckless bravado she presented when poking fun at people or when pushing their buttons.

A fight? She was prepared, for the most part. A whispered tracasserie? Sign her right up.

However, New Guy opted for neither option. Athanasia blinked, half in confusion half in surprise, when he spoke to her and it took the pact demoness a long two or three seconds to respond. When her brain finally registered his word, her mouth - previously thinned into an expressionless, if not sceptical, line - gave way to an impressed, and somewhat excited smile. Amber eyes lit up and she took a few steps closer towards the man before replying, with a smirk, "I reckon anything, or in this case anyone, is flammable if you try hard enough. It's just a matter of courage, don't you think?"

[harvey-ia]

the encounter mimicked their dance steps – their conversation completed the soft music and the sudden twists and turns of the choreography. why did he feel a pull towards this stranger? he knew, in his heart (if he had one) that they were meant to meet. perhaps because she was supposed to teach him something – living more selfishly, bringing about more chaos, handling more tasks. whatever it was, he could not find himself to dislike her one bit. and he knew he might find himself needing her in the future (as stubbornly as he would like to deny that fact).

he noticed when she slipped the wrong way, but he did not make a big deal out of it. for him dancing was more than just a leisure activity, thus the rhythm made him coordinate her occasionally – whenever her moves were a little too clumsy. but he did not say anything about it because their conversation was far more interesting, and it required all the attention he could muster to give it. “hmmm, hunters, yes,” he acknowledged the potential danger, especially since hunters preferred to hide in plain sight. as much as he loved a good chase, he did not want it to end with him being expelled. “I know it is smarter to stay out of trouble. but if the hunter is cute, I might want to burn something on accident,” he smirked a bit, he was not joking, not really. small, inoffensive pranks should not be punished – or so he thought.

“you did? you chose well. I did not choose mine, but I suppose it suits me well-enough to keep it,” the thought of choosing his own name crossed his mind. but as much as he did not want to think about the past, he believed his name must be the best outcome of said past. or maybe it just became part of his identity – so much so that he could not abandon it. “I explored the grounds, but I have to say, there is a lot to explore. I got lost more than once. I did not make friends, it is not something I do easily. but enemies – well, I am sure I have plenty by now. but the one that comes to mind is a particular warlock, who chooses to make my life miserable without any premise. one of these days,” but he did not finish his thought, it was smarter to be careful, just like she noted.

[suga-ia]

harvey was on a mission. he wanted to get to know as much as possible about the academy, and it was inevitable to end up in the cemetery eventually. he followed the trail of someone who died on the premises long ago just so he could leave a well-deserved message (sir, we do not like your books). it was a very immature thing to do, but harvey cared less about what others would think (on the contrary, he wanted to be crowned for his ingenuity). the problem was, and perhaps it was part of the mystery, that the grave was unmarked. many tried to find it and failed – harvey was probably not the demon to find it, but he was too stubborn to listen to reason. he held a small ball of fire in his hand to light his way (nothing too big, because he needed to control it). when he heard a voice from the shadows, he thought it was a ghost. “I know this is a cemetery. I came here willingly. now, bugger off spirit,” he did not want to waste his time with a mere wailer, so he continued his search, accidentally stepping on a grave in the process.

He takes off the sunglasses as he steps forward into the dim light of the moon. “I will not bugger off, I am the keeper of this cemetery.” he said as he watched the creature without fear. His blue eyes gleamed in the night, one a different shade than the other. Was he really the keeper? Well he was one of them with working here and he stepped forward again, wincing as the other stepped on one of the graves and an ear-piercing scream sounded.

“You’ve waking up Patrick.” he said, voice tired as he stepped forward and gestured for the stranger to get the fuck off the fucking grave. “Please refrain from standing on the graves.”

Fucking idiot.+

@harvey-ia

[harvey-ia]

there was an indescribable feeling in the air. harvey tried to find the best description for it, but no matter how hard he tried to think about it, he came out empty. perhaps this creature had some kind of effect on his environment, making every room seem claustrophobic. harvey knew the room was small to begin with, but in no way should it have suffocated him the way it did. maybe it was too cluttered – even if it did not have nearly as many objects as it should to make him feel that lost. was it because he lied? no, it could not have been. harvey was well-acquainted with the art of deception, it was part of who he was. there were only few who managed to steal truthful words out of him – less he gave them out of spite, which he often did.

maybe it was just the creature. everything about him was unsettling – a contradiction harvey did not really want to explore. something told him that if he were a human, he would have been in dire need of an epic saving. harvey never met someone who could unsettle him the way this creature did, and perhaps that was the point of him being there, at the cemetery. he almost forgot about his task, it seemed honestly less important the longer he was there. he wanted an adventure and he happened upon one without much effort – so, his mission was accomplished. “no idea, my relative was secretive,” he honestly did not want to think about that name more than he had to. he would be surprised if the other even found the missing grave.

“that sounds surprisingly kinky, suga,” harvey let out a chuckle, trying not to imagine this brooding creature in a sexual environment. it would have turned his stomach inside out, truly. perhaps they were more alike than harvey wanted to admit, it was probably part of the reason why he was still there and not elsewhere. eating souls, perhaps something he should inquire about next time. “sounds about right. perhaps my memory misspelled their name. I suppose you will take me there? just so I do not step on any more unmarked graves.”

[exjaemin-ia]

Accidental Encounter || Jaemin & Harvey

harvey had to admit to himself that he had a problem. he had the tendency to be all over the place in his thoughts. taking psychology taught him that he might be suffering from (1) narcissism, (2) adhd, and (3) psychopathy. he would lie if he were to ignore the fact that he did diagnose himself. but he was not worrying too much about it, he did not care, because to him anything he might or might not have did not make him less himself. however, case in point, he spaced out at times – and when he did, he did not look where he was going. when he felt a few boxes topple around him, his instinct was to hiss out loud. not because he got hurt or injured, but because he got annoyed. he was having a nice erotic fantasy that was rudely interrupted. he touched a box, but his palms were far too hot. he burnt the outside of the box, but he managed to stop a fire. “try less boxes next time. and maybe, just maybe, you will be able to see where you are going,” harvey passed the damaged box back at the other. “you look like you are struggling.”

The man was workaholic. Going about his day trying to do things all over the place. Now even though Jaemin is a vampire he was a saint, sometimes too kind and pretty much an utter softy towards everyone. Of course he was holding back a part of him that was capable to be ruthless but he didn’t care. At this point he was trying his best to not think about his true nature and go through the flow of things.   Scrunching his nose as he fell on the floor along with the boxes. Some of these boxes contained alcohol for his bar, others had books, and all kinds of supplies that were needed for his work. Luckily none of the alcohol came out of the box, just some supplies. And so he quickly picked up the items throwing them into the box. Blinking eyes widening as he saw the box in flames letting out a gulp. Well that wasn’t common to see everyday. “Ah-h sorry..” he spoke quietly nodding his head as he accepted the boxes trying to hold onto them. He was strong, just had terrible balance. Letting out an awkward chuckle rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah a little. Was hoping it wasn’t too noticeable.” Why did he feel like he hasn’t seen the other? Was he new here? Quickly shaking his own thoughts, he was kinda intimidated by the other. 

“Oh! To apologize here.” he said pulling out his business card from his back pocket dropping the box once more. The vampire was trying to be smooth and clearly didn’t work. Heat rising to his cheeks as he quickly crouched down picking up the items, “Feel free to stop by at my bar anytime. As an apology I’ll serve you some drinks.” he uttered. 

@harvey-ia

[harvey-ia]

even if harvey was observant, he rarely cared about other people’s feelings. it was not like he intentionally disregarded them (or maybe it was that). whatever it was, he noticed his presence and probably his horns were making the other feel a little uncomfortable. he would not step down from his path just because he inconvenienced someone – he was that arrogant. but he tried to keep a decent distance just out of ‘respect’ or at least out of some mutual agreement that they will keep each other at arm’s length. he was careful enough with the boxes, even if there was a slight urge to drop them. not because he could not carry them, but because he would have loved to see the look on the other’s face. would he be disappointed or rather annoyed? the thought of it tickled harvey’s fancy, but he did not drop the boxes in the end. “horns are quite intimidating, I agree. some people are into it. and whatever made you think a demon cannot act out the pure kindness of their heart?” harvey smirked, knowing well that he just lied. yet still, he will not betray his real intentions even if they were quite obvious.

he was not fond of casual talk, but right then, he did not mind it much. maybe the subtle scent of alcohol made him more susceptible to small talk, and more likely to answer directly. “I have plenty, to be honest. maybe too many, they can be much. I mostly major in the arts and psychology. I think this is a great place to be,” he shrugged shortly, following the other to his bar. he looked around once they stepped in, the golden touch brought the place to life. it was quite elegant, not something he would have expected from such a…kind? nice? person. he expected more pink, more kitsch, less simplicity, and definitely a lot of sparkle. but this was surprisingly pleasant. he set the boxes where the other told him too, distracted by the golden details. “harvey. some people call me ivy, though.”

harvey took a seat at the bar, staring at the liquor cabinet and trying to make out the name of the brands. he hummed a bit, then rested his chin in his palm. “on the contrary, I like wine. but you are right, it is not my drink of choice. I like sweet liquor. you know, the one you can drink and not notice it makes you feel a little tipsy? yes, you can have a lot of fun with those types of drinks. but you can give me whatever you want. I will judge your choice though,” he smirked, relaxing a little in his seat.

[harvey-ia]

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mood ; baby by dj roots & camo

perhaps he had one too many drinks that night, because he felt more susceptible to being closer to strangers. not that he usually minded, he enjoyed the company when he asked for it. and in the heat of the night, the loudness of the music, he could not possibly expect not to be lured to unknown heights. he felt a tug and before he could inquire, he was pulled closer by his belt loops by a stranger (not so much a stranger, but he was a little too tipsy). his lips curled into a smirk, he did not fail to notice the gesture was a little racy. he wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, pulling him closer a bit more aggressively, establishing some kind of dominance. “now what?” his eyes flashed green, intrigued by their little game.

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[ text message ] have you ever thought about why there are so many types of cheese? because I do not understand why we need so many. hard cheese, soft cheese, melty cheese, mouldy cheese…just cheese would have been enough, don’t you think so?