guilty conscience

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holyterraiin‌:

she feels guilty, she feels undeserving and pathetic. since the start of the school year she’s become less competent in comparison to junho and the rest of her friends. hard work doesn’t mean anything when it doesn’t translate into success or achieving any of the goals and dreams you envisioned for yourself. her path has changed, and she doesn’t know if junho belongs in this new future of hers or if she belongs in his.

half of her feels as if she’s only disappointed in herself because she’s expected to do well, expected to meet above and beyond expectations because her aunt is a high witch. she had been trained for this specific career plan ever since she was little, and she’s not so sure if it was something that she truly wanted. disappointed it took this long for her to realize her whole life has been dedicated to pleasing others without an ounce of self-care.

“i know…” her voice is small, weak, not wanting to argue anymore. this is a reflection of her own inferiority and her own insecurities. and she hates the person she’s becoming because of it. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” she looks to him as she closes her book. “you should go rest, you probably had a long day.”

   he’s silent for a moment, both in speech and thought. his gaze is focused steadily on hana, studying her every feature and microexpression as if he can somehow crack the code if he studies hard enough. instead, he’s captivated by the familiarness of her eyes and the softness of her lips (though downturn in frown) - it’s enough to comfort him despite the obvious odds they were currently at. 

   ‘ no. ’ he says at last, firmly. maybe it’s not what hana was explicitly saying she wanted, but it felt right enough for him to insist. junho could in no way turn his back on his girlfriend when she was so obviously upset. ‘ i always have time and energy for you. you should know that. ’ and maybe she didn’t... maybe he hasn’t been the best boyfriend lately... though junho was far from considering that possibility yet. 

   ‘ tell me what you need. besides me leaving, because it’s not happening! do you want to talk? use me as a verbal punching bag, let out your worries? ’ after all, he has no problem lamenting to her at any given moment. ‘ or are you hungry? tea? coffee? are you craving some takeout from the mortals below, i’ll get you whatever you like... nothing’s off limits! ’

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hey everyone sorry the quarter just started and it’s kicking my ass !! i haven’t greeted any new members >.< but give this a like and lets get some plots and starters going :p 

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holyterraiin‌:

she hates how she lashes out at him, but she has to remain stern, otherwise he won’t take her seriously. for so long she’s done everything he’s asked. listening to every concern he has, stay up all night when he’s in one of those moods of not feeling good enough, helping him with his homework and solidifying his future. all this time she’s made him her main priority while neglecting her own needs. 

“do you think before you speak at all?” she asks. “you’re mad that i’m spending the whole day to myself?” she shakes her head, her gaze still fixed to her book. “junho… i’m tired today. maybe tomorrow?” she sighs, unable to stay mad for long. every time expresses her irritation, she feels bad and thinks maybe she’s projecting too much onto him when it’s no one’s fault, but hers for not getting head of house.

“i know you’re still going to do it… no point in lying. and my day is the same as any other day.” she closes her book, tucking her hair behind her ear. “don’t you have homework to do?” she questions, hoping it’s enough for him to leave her alone so she can isolate herself at the cemetery.

   ‘ you know i don’t. ’ he replies cheekily before falling silent, at last detecting the full extent of hana’s annoyance. he’s never felt so unwanted in her presence before, even in the early stages of their relationship that seemed so saturated with stupid arguments and misunderstandings. she’d never felt so cold.

   ‘ i’m sorry, hana. ’ his voice is heavy with defeat, as genuine and earnest as junho’s ever been though he isn’t entirely sure what he’s apologizing for. all he knows is he wants to be over whatever this is. ‘ am i being selfish? ’ though part of him already knows her answer, and he already knows it for himself. junho, king of self-indulgence - a quality of his summer lineage or just a fault in character? maybe both. either way, it was hurting hana in some way. though he only hoped the way in which he wanted and needed her so desperately would bring her some comfort. perhaps his judgment had been off. 

   ‘ i’m in good shape for the week. ’ a white lie. sure, he has work... though he’s willing to avoid it for her (not that it takes much convincing to stray his attention from his responsibilities). ‘ i really just wanted to see you... if just for a second. ’

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rosehvney‌:

                   with  her  back  slumped  against  the  wall,  her  eyes  flicker  as  she  focuses  on  each  passing  footstep.   she  decides  to  play  a  game  as  she  waits:  coming  up  with  elaborate  assumptions  about  a  person’s  life  based  solely  on  the  shoes  they’re  wearing.   it  was  something  to  help  her  stay  conscious.   her  position  on  the  floor  was  perfect  for  the  exercise.   first,  she  notices  a  girl  in  a  pair  of  mary  jane’s  with  lace  socks  underneath.   she’s  more  on  the  reserved  side,  likes  to  draw  in  her  free  time.   prefers  coffee  to  tea,  wavy  hair  over  straight,  and  soft  cover  books  to  hard  cover,  she  thinks  to  herself.   amora  is  pleased  with  her  assumptions.  even  in  her  inebriated  state,  her  guesses  are  plausible.   however,  after  just  one  round  of  this  brilliant  game  she  created,  amora  decides  she’s  bored.

                     she  wants  to  go  somewhere  else.   the  party  no  longer  seems  interesting,  neither  do  any  of  its  attendees.   however,  her  eyes  light  up  when  she  remembers  yuna  is  on  the  way.   she  hates  to  play  the  part  of  a  damsel  in  distress,  yet  loves  that  yuna  is  always  the  one  coming  to  her  rescue.   the  winter  witch  had  an  inexplicably  irresistible  quality  about  her,  and  amora  couldn’t  seem  to  get  enough.   ‘   there  you  are   ’   the  words  echo  in  her  head,  and  she  begins  to  wonder  if  she’s  dreaming.   she  looks  up  to  meet  her  eyes,  a  wide  smile  glossing  over  her  lips.   “   you  came   !   ”   she  nearly  squeals.   “   i’d  love  some  water,   ”   she  gasps  at  the  realization,   “   and  i’m  dying  to  get  out  of  here.   this  party  is  so  boring.   your  place  sounds  much  more  fun.   ”   she  pushes  herself  off  the  ground,  clinging  onto  yuna  for  balance.   “   you  smell  amazing,   ”   she  states,  leaning  in  closer  to  catch  another  whiff.

   ‘ of course, dummy. ’ yuna found herself immensely grateful for the dimness of the room as she felt her face burn from the other’s touch. not that amora would be all too perceptive in her current state, she couldn’t bear the thought of appearing just so vulnerable. yet, she always was around the other girl. heart on her sleeve, though amora never seemed to catch on to the special treatment she reserved just for her. it was better that way, she supposed. 

   ‘ you’re probably more alcohol than witch right now. maybe i should conjure some snow in your mouth? kidding. ’ she teased, pinching amora’s cheek as she attempted to lead the other girl to the exit. ‘ we’ll get you properly hydrated then it’s straight to bed. ’ it’s not her first rodeo. she knew rest was essential. any unnecessary conversation would get yuna too worked up, too hopeful. just as amora’s current behavior was making it very hard for her to think clearly as if she were intoxicated herself. 

   she shakes the other off of her, readjusting to link arms instead as they pushed into the chaos of the party. again, she found herself blushing, only now she couldn’t find a way to respond without sounding like a blubbering idiot. ‘ keep it together, ’ she was unsure whether this was directed more to herself or amora. ‘ we’ll be out of here soon, okay? ’

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machiavellians‌:

“junnie. i have told you approximately,” a pale pink nail scrapes down paper, searching for a statistic that hasn’t been printed. “three hundred and eleven times not to call me that.” beatrix shuts her folder with the decisiveness of a politician reciting a fact they’ve made up on the spot: no one could tell her it wasn’t true.

“surely we can come up with something better. let’s put that on the itinerary for the next meeting.” she looks over at him with the same loving disdain of a wife thirty-five years into the relationship – sexless, irritated, and fond. bea tugs her hair free from the weight of junho’s arm and smooths it against her chest, petting it like a fond cat. “go on then.” she puts a hand bird-perch gentle around his wrist. “let’s hear it.”

   ‘ which is exactly why i call you that. ’ he smirks at the younger, though his expression is void of any usual mischief and instead warm with affection. ‘ it fits you perfectly, you know. someday you might just be commander oh, in fact. but i’ll decide when you’ve graduated your rank. ’

   his eyes sparkle with the glee of a child on christmas morning as they, at last, enter the sanctuary of their meeting room. ‘ i can’t believe it hasn’t been done by the leadership before us... because it’s so brilliant. ’ he pauses, untangling his arm from the other in order to assume his usual pacing about (which only occurs when he’s deep in thought). ‘ as you know, the spring ceremony is fast approaching and with it the usual festivities. however, being an official academy event prevents anyone from really letting loose. so the student body goes home with all that pent up energy? of course not! because we will throw the most legendary afterparty in all of arcane history. ’

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pvrity‌:

he has no bitterness over the girl, truly. such feelings would require thoughts towards her, and he has spared little over the past four years of study together. 

her anger is hers and luca merely smiles in return, plush lips slightly curved, pleasant. he merely cocks his head slightly at her harsh words, looking up from his own chaise to see that the room was now empty. perhaps it was later than he expected. hm. 

no matter. the girl’s chosen icy distaste is her own burden to carry and luca pays no mind to it, merely pushing his reading classes up his nose further, shifting slightly to adjust for the heavy book in his lap. 

“a treat indeed, dear. it has been some time, hasn’t it?” such voices are too lilting for the cold drafts of the winter rooms, ringing like the oncoming spring. “fortunately, i’ll be planning to stay for the night. i do hope you don’t mind. if you’d like, i could make us both tea. i’ve already got a pot brewing in the kitchen.” 

   she tries her best not to react, averting her gaze from luca’s aggravating expression of nonchalance to the book in her hands. she’s reread the same sentence five times over before she decides on her reply.  

   ‘ has it? i haven’t given it much thought. ’ purely because she’s pushed all reminders of his existence to the darkest recesses of her mind. hating someone everyone else in the house seemed to adore made her feel like a villain, but she had her reasons. at the very least she could avoid him, most importantly in group gatherings where she might appear most antagonistic. but now they were alone, no reason to hold back. 

   ‘ and what exactly has you up and about at this late hour? ’ she ignores his offer entirely. not that she would mind a cup of tea at that moment, simply her stubbornness prevents her from accepting anything from him. ‘ much less here of all places. ’ the last comment is spoken softly, though punctuated with disdain. 

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goldcnhevrted‌:

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the moment avery had sat down, his mind had begun to wander, from his classes, to poppy, to how much he realllly wanted some chocolate chip cookies with extra chips - he snaps back to attention at daphne’s voice, breath inhaled through his mouth and gaze shooting to the prepared snacks and drinks, fingers reaching for a cupcake which he proceeds to munch on. he’s halfway through devouring it when daphne says his name and he realizes he’d been halfheartedly listening to the conversation. “ huh - oh. ” setting down the snack, he dusts fingers on his jeans and sits up straight. ah, the entire point of this meeting, the ghoul and the missing texts. “ of course. ” he pipes up with a smile on his lips. he’d discussed the incidents with as many of his house as he could, and done some well executed investigating between classes.

 “ according to the testaments of our librarians, they were specialized texts for conducting seances, so based on that i’ve concluded that they could be involved with trying to contact something - though.. as to what would be contacted.. remains unseen. ” avery scratches at his wrist. “ my only guess as to how, is between rotations ? but that’s an estimate at best. truly, i’m not quite sure, it’s a bit of a mystery as missing texts isn’t something we’ve really had to focus on before. ” saying his peace, avery leans back into his chair, eyes falling to junho. “ maybe junho has some insight. ”

     junho sits back with an air of smugness catered specially for irina, which he makes sure she’s aware of with a pointed side glance. it didn’t matter he was suffering a headache so severe he feared even daphne might lack a cure (though that did not stop him from guzzling down her enchanted brew). no, hungover or not, junho would always appear on top. 

    ‘ now that, that’s a huge issue. ’ he nods to avery solemnly, appreciating the other’s value of his opinion. ‘ and for more reasons than you all might think. now, i know what it looks like better than anyone. these texts go missing and suddenly some snot-nosed winter first years are accusing my house of mischievous magic. ’ a drawn pause is taken as he takes his time to stare down irina yet again. ‘ but, doesn’t that seem a little too convenient? i mean, what business does a summer witch or warlock have at autumn house much less winter. they’d stick out like a sore thumb, no offense. furthermore, sneaking around like that? if a summer witch wanted something, they’d ask. stealing? that sounds like a winter witch. ’

   he sets his cup down as he stands to pace the room as if deep in thought as if he hadn’t rehearsed this accusation all morning. ‘ which leads me to suspect that this ghoul situation in winter house... well, it wasn’t an attack at all. it was a setup. did any of you even see the ghoul that was allegedly in their dorms? avery? daphne? ’ he glances between the two, purposefully glazing over irina. ‘ just as i expected. this is nothing more than a failed attempt at defamation of character. and don’t worry, irina. i know you’re probably all torn up about the warm months ahead and i think that’s punishment enough for your house. ’

   he sits back down in triumph, regardless of whether or not the other’s believe him, he at least believes himself. ‘ alright daphne, next topic. quickly... irina looks as if she’s about to burst. ’ @celestines​

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holyterraiin‌:

he’s overbearing and incredibly clingy, traits he recognizes, traits he chooses not to change about himself. and hana likes the clingy side… to an extent since it’s a side only reserved for her, but she also likes her moments alone. her time of comfort where she sits in the cemetery to study, do homework or practice seances and rituals. time spent away from everyone. and lately, she’s been spending more time alone, moreso since it’s her final year before grad school. the year that was supposed to make sense for her. the year she was supposed to thrive and continue the line of succession in her family. 

instead, she feels left behind. and she has ever since the heads of houses were announced for that school year. and it’s no one’s fault, but her. for not being good enough, for staggering behind and for putting everyone else’s needs before her own. she sighs, listening to junho’s excuses, his subpar reasons for trying to find her. the same method he uses almost everyday. 

“stop touching me, i’m mad at you,” she frowns, swatting his hand away. junho–” she begins, closing her book, removing his hand from tampering with her earring. “we talked about this. i need a few hours to myself. i’ll text you to let you know when i’m free. we spend almost everyday together.” it’s become redundant, repeating the same thing to him over and over again. “and stop ordering the first years around like they’re your servants! it’s cruel and unethical.” 

   something was different about hana, outside of her current annoyance with him. he’d recognized the shift months ago though the cumulation of effects was becoming impossible to ignore. junho never doubted himself, their relationship was no exception. so he pondered what outside factors could be bothering her, as he had with increasing frequency the past year, to still no avail. 

   ‘ i’m sorry. ’ his pout melts into a genuine frown, almost a grimace. ‘ but you’ve had all day to yourself. ’ he realizes what he’s saying will only upset her more but he can’t help expressing his confusion. ‘ you know i can never get enough of you... and i just thought you might be interested in what we talked about at the head of houses meeting today. ’

   he retreats back as confidently as one can retreat, leaning back comfortably in seat and instead opting to drape an arm over the back of hana’s. ‘ of course i want to hear about your day, first. ’ he offers a sheepish smile. ‘ and you’re right. seriously, never again. you have my word. no more ordering the first years even though they want to help me by the way - i won’t ! ’

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rosehvney‌:

♡ . *  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱   @medallicns

                 she  wonders  how  she  got  this  wasted.   the  last  thing  she  remembers  is  gathering  the  crowd  for  shots,  but  now  she  sits  on  the  floor  of  an  unidentified  room  completely  and  utterly  alone.   sitting  in  what  would  otherwise  be  complete  darkness,  she  watches  the  light  in  the  other  room  flicker  through  the  crack  beneath  the  door.   a  small  groan  escapes  from  her  lips,  and  she  starts  to  feel  the  ground  around  her  in  search  of  her  phone.  it  has  to  be  here  somewhere  —  she  wouldn’t  go  anywhere  without  it.   suddenly  it  dawns  on  her  to  check  her  pockets.   she  giggles  at  herself  for  not  checking  there  first.   she  holds  the  device  with  both  hands,  and  the  screen  lights  up  as  the  phone  unlocks.   she  squints  her  eyes  as  she  types  out  a  text:  can  u  pls  come  eemt  me.  i  jsut  snt  u  my  locateion.   she  selects  yuna’s  contact  as  the  recipient  and  hits  send  without  a second  thought.   but  just  moments  later,  she  feels  guilty  for  bothering  her.   ynvm  u  dnt  hav  2  come  i’m  ok  :),  she  hits  send  again,  much  more  pleased  with  herself  now.

                   amora  attempts  to  stand  up.   she  almost  does  without  struggle,  but  once  she’s  upright  her  head  starts  to  spin  and  she  stumbles  forward.   she  grips  the  wall  for  balance,  and  shuffles  towards  the  door.   she  swings  it  open,  and  stands  still  for  a  moment  in  hopes  of  regaining  her  balance.  but  to  no  avail,  she  can’t  help  but  roll  her  eyes  at  her  past  self  for  making  such  stupid  decisions.   contrary  to  what  her  medium-drunk  self  believed,  there  is  such  a  thing  as  too  much  tequila.   she  sighs  under  her  breath,  upset  at  how  utterly  helpless  she  is  in  this  moment,  and  reluctantly  sends  a  voice  message  to  yuna.   “   i  know  i  said  i  was  okay,  but  surprise … !   i  lied   !!   are  you  surprised   ?   ”  she  giggles  between slurred  words,   “   anyway,  i  was  just  wondering  if  you  could,  like,  come  meet  me  at  this  party  and  help  me  sober  up   ?   sorry  i’m  being  sooooo  annoying  right  now,  but  who  could’ve  known  i  still  can’t  handle  my  liquor   ?   ” 

      it was unlike the witch to let her mind wander. recently she’d found herself developing the annoying habit - catching her eyes glaze over as they fixated on her own unmoving hands, or finding herself staring... wistfully out a window. it was unbecoming of yuna and she refused to acknowledge the true cause of her behavior. that is until that cause became unavoidable. 

     given the time of night, there were very few possibilities for who could be ringing her. she considered them all, almost hoping it was anyone but... amora. it’d be a lie to say the messages didn’t thrill her just a bit, that it did not please her that out of all people amora chose her to rely on. she relished in the feeling despite the cruelty of the situation. unintentional cruelty, she should add, it wasn’t as if amora had any idea of the effect she had on yuna. 

be there soon!! she instantly deleted the response. hang tight, okay?  too concerned. coming.  

    and despite the other’s location sending a chill down her spine, she arrived. amora. she thought very hard, envisioning the witch’s face. incantation-less magic had never been a strength of hers, much less something requiring so much emotional energy, yet yuna could always track amora’s aura in a crowd. 

   ‘ there you are. ’ it was a relief to find her alone, she’d had her fill of people for at least a week after wading through the drunken masses outside. ‘ you know, i don’t think i’ve ever rushed to summer house like this in my life. i must’ve made record time coming from my dorms. ’ she mused, mostly to herself as she leveled with her friend on the floor. it was a concerning sight but not an unfamiliar one. ‘ do you need water? do you want to leave? you can sleepover at mine. ’

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‘ rat girl. ’ there’s no characteristic fondness in junho’s tone. it’s a side he’s reserved for few people: yeji, people that were mean to hana, sangjun... did he mention yeji?... and juliet kwon. no, not even his archnemesis (irina, duh) had ever experienced the pleasure of such a quietly enranged junho. 

‘ how many times do i have to tell you that you aren’t welcome here. ’ it was bad enough she managed to sneak into every party despite her banishment from the summer premises. now she’d begun making regular ol’ house calls. ‘ you better not be selling any of your shitty edibles to my underclassmen again. ’ @supercutts

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his mother had an allegory for every house and none of them were very nice. he’d been told them when he was young, a bedtime story that always left a bitter taste in his mouth. now, the fables burrowed deep in his subconscious. was it that he wished to forget his mother’s cruelty or prevent it from tainting his own view? not tht junho was any saint to his fellow covens, just ask irina. 

he remembered his mother speaking of spring the most often. of betrayal. he recalled warm sunlight and the prickle of cactus and rose thorns. they’ll deceive you. she insisted, pressing a young junho’s thumb against a stem as he resisted. they’ll bleed you dry. just like this, little by little.  

daphne had no thorns. as far as he could tell, anyway. 

he imagined she’d suit a throne, the queen of spring if they practiced court hierarchies. the head of house was fitting, he was admittedly overjoyed that they had miraculously avoided another stoner sitting on top (after all, junho and avery were already more than enough). even better, he was glad to call her a friend. 

‘ hey daph ! ’ he easily catches her hurrying figure in a few swift strides. ‘ how ya doing? i’m so glad i caught you before the meeting today. we must pregame. ’ a pause. ‘ in a discussion sense, i mean. i’d never come to a meeting- well, you know. i want to hash some things out. ’ @oprintemps

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junho knows he’s lucky. his entire life the pieces seem to have always to just fall together. from his girlfriend to his position as head of house, it’s as if fate had deemed him chosen and worthy. this could only explain how he had come to be surrounded by the perfect leadership team. most importantly, his second in command. 

‘ general oh. ’ he salutes the younger with the fervor of a real soldier before relaxing into a laugh. ‘ just the person i was looking for! perfect timing, by the way. ’ already he’s slung his arm around her, steering her towards the summer clubhouse. his mind’s swarming with ideas he can hardly wait to barrage her with. @machiavellians​

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it’s not her mission to make enemies, despite outward appearances. her, at times, icy glares and calculated silences came forth almost unwillingly. yuna had little restraint when it came to masking her distaste for others despite her, albeit weak, efforts. so, like most occurrences in the winter house, her relationships snowballed for better or for worse. 

luca paek is no exception. 

she’d turned her nose up at him the second they’d made an acquaintance. four years ago felt like ancient history but she could still recall every detail of that meeting. his smile, too warm. his gaze, too weak. the manner in which others seemed to naturally gravitate towards him... jealous inducing. and as dislike spiraled into antagonism, she pondered at times if she really was on the wrong side of all this. pride prevented any reformation. 

now, she has an unprecedented ability to detect his presence simply in the way it chills her.

‘ what a treat, it’s just the two of us. ’ every word drips with bitterness as she straightens in the worn leather reading chair she’d intended to occupy most of the night. ‘ standard night owl prowlings around the house, or are you planning to stay? ’ there’s an edge of a challenge to her voice. @pvrity​

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alright, if we’ve plotted a lil somethin so far feel free to like this and i’ll write you a small starter to get things rolling *-* if we haven’t plotted yet pls also like this and i will go harass you in the ims uwu 

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‘ where have you been all day? ’ it’s an innocent enough question, at least in his eyes. perhaps he could’ve worded it with more tact - but when has ahn junho ever thought before he’s spoken? 

‘ i just missed you... ’ he continues, poking at hana’s cheek as her gaze remained much too focused on her book instead of him. ‘ i even sent some first years after you. i know, i know... i shouldn’t abuse my power blah blah. i just missed you... and i figured you might be in the cemetery and well, you know. ’ a pout, unbecoming of his character to most but a face hana is more than likely numb to. 

tenderly, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. hana could play the silent game as long as she wanted, it was enough just to look at her. even though he was absolutely about to burst with information regarding his last head of house meeting. her advice was invaluable, junho couldn’t think of making a decision without her input. 

teeming with eagerness to report, he distractedly fiddles with her earrings. ‘ am i disturbing you right now? ’ not that a yes would at all encourage him to stop. @holyterraiin​

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hello  !! i’m so excited to start plotting and writing with everyone ^-^ my name’s ria & i’m in pst tz! feel free to like this for some im-invasions & without further ado here’s junho & yuna ~ 

have you seen AHN JUNHO around campus? i hear they’re a FOURTH YEAR, SUMMER warlock with a specialty in DUELLING. i almost never see them without their MOUSE. if they ever want to be a ADVISOR/RITUAL LEADER someday they should ease up on being IGNORANT & TEMPERAMENTAL. at least you can say they’re FRIENDLY & EXUBERANT, too.

- junho is the head of summer house! don’t be fooled, he didn’t get there by his own hard work... much of the credit goes to excellent management by his girlfriend hana - basically the brains behind the charm  - also, he comes from a long line of noble summer witches so.... that helps  - terrified of ghosties, absolutely dreads having to go near autumn house (but he has to... for hana )  - frequent party host  - extreme loyalty to his house but also thinks he can boss all the underclassmen around because of his authority ; is under the impression delusion that everyone is in love with him  - aspires for an elite position within the summer coven, subsequently this goal has planted many seeds of disdain against the winter house (definitely holds a grudge against them for ancient history)  - blind follower of tradition  - comes across as a major dumbass in most fields, especially liberal arts, but is annoyingly skilled at more heavy handed magic such as dueling  - his mouse familiar is named lion and he absolutely hates him, has tried to lose him multiple times to no avail. you will often times find them quarreling, most frequent argument is over lion leaving cheese crumbs all over his bed.  

wanted connections:  - the bros, underclassmen he takes under his wing  - an ex from his first year, things didn’t end well....  - absolute enemies till death from the winter house - a close circle with goals of climbing the coven ranks together - frequent dueling opponent/training bud  - someone he thinks loves him and they’re buds but in reality he annoys the shit out of - mb like a cat/dog rlshp in which junho is the dog  - an introvert he’s constantly trying to break out of their shell by always inviting them to his parties  - some autumn witches he sort of knows through hana, maybe they torment him by threatening ghosts upon him because it’s funny 

have you seen CHO YUNA around campus? i hear they’re a FOURTH year, WINTER witch with a specialty in TECHNOMANCY. i almost never see them without their RAVEN. if they ever want to be a INVENTOR someday they should ease up on being CONDESCENDING & DOMINEERING. at least you can say they’re LIVELY & CHARMING, too.

- winter girl with a mission !! - youngest of three, two autumn older brothers (24 & 25) who left big shoes for her to fill in terms of success at the academy, both of which were prominent members of the chariot club (like her father before them) which of course she could never be a part of (one: she’s a girl, two: she’s a winter witch), making her feel already behind them.  - a risky pregnancy as she was projected to be born on the cusp of autumn/winter, though ultimately she was born in the winter... something completely out of her control though she always feels somehow at fault for - in terms of family, she’s well off. daughter of successful autumn socialites and coven officials, but nothing extraordinarily special. nothing is expected of her, her brothers are all her parents really care about when it comes to “legacy”  - worked hard all of school to break free of her brother’s shadows, ruthless when she needs to be and as the baby of her family, she’s used to getting what she wants whenever she wants - loyal to her house and has an extreme soft spot for her fellow winter witches, enjoys babying the underclassmen; comes off a little judgey towards every other house save for maybe autumn  - studious, obviously  - passionate about technomancy though she knows its not a path her parents will ever be that proud of (it’s not political), nevertheless she loves to tinker and create. has a fascination for mortal technology and the possibilities that could come with a touch of magic 

wanted connections:  - best friend/unrequited love (f),, maybe from a different house ???  - academic rival (bonus if summer!) - guys who knew her brothers via the chariot club and she sort of.... hates them  - underclassmen that she babies  - someone she tinkers w/ ^-^ an invention companion  - and more... ! let’s plot!! 

[susuwatori]

Mary and the Witch’s Flower