breeze drifting on by,

you know how i feel.

[molanvc]

seonoxvc​:

Open starter | Closed

Before Garam intervened the strange man, his eyebrows rose in surprise at the sudden appearance of his close ally. His mouth slightly dropped, giving a confused stare, “Hm? Molan? What are you doing here?” 

It was no coincidence that she may have trailed him behind. He sensed something odd on his way back from the river park a while ago. Instead of taking measures to hide and spot them, Garam usually bided his time patiently to see their next move before handling the matter.

Pausing for a moment, he shook his head, “Actually let’s talk about that later.” Garam glanced over at the man, stepping forth as he crossed his arms, “As she says, it’s better if you could leave my motorbike alone in a civilised manner.” 

The strange man turned sour at Garam’s comment, scowling at the two standing in front of him. Even if the man’s look could kill them, Garam remained still, staring at him without a blink in a long silence. The drunkard hopped off the vehicle and staggered away as he deliberately bumped into the wolf’s shoulder.

Releasing a heavy sigh, the tense atmosphere diluted. Garam focused his gaze on Molan. He scratched the side of his head, putting his hand back into his pocket. "Sorry about that earlier. Is everything fine? What were you doing here?" 

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The goddess pressed her lips together, eyes wide in surprise. She hadn’t expected for her to drop her cover so early, but her time in the Howler’s had created a sense of loyalty that had her body reacting before she could catch up mentally. There was a long pause, having to shift through her mind for an excuse that would be even remotely believable. 

“Um, I was…in the neighborhood, as far as you’re concerned.” Molan quipped, pouting a bit as she crossed her arms over her chest. A vain attempt to play on her brute attitude she usually kept around the guys.

She’d been taught the ways of a lionesses stealth, spent her life among the trees, only to reveal herself through her mergence with the group that had saved her legacy. It was embarrassing to say the lease, and she fought the hotness in her cheeks at the thought.

With a nod she moved closer behind him, the originally embarrassed expression falling into a much more sinister one, ready to aid Garam if the drunk idiot decided to do something else stupid. Peering around his shoulder, the sense of satisfaction came when the man before them decided to abandon his bike jacking for something that was more than likely less work than taking the two of them on.

Her eyes threatened to glow at the bluntness of the culprit, her boiling blood only simmering down when Garam’s velvety tone re-entered her atmosphere. “Oh, no no everything’s fine really, just…wanted to see what you were up to I guess.” The goddess remisced with a shrug, her brows moving in tandem with her shoulders.

[molanvc]

vcxseojoon​:

molanvc​:

Forcing remnants of the past // @vcxseojoon​

Seojoon stared a Molan before darting his eyes over to the plant that he’d already moved twice. “Noona, I don’t know why you asked me to move it, in the first place. He retorted with a roll of his eyes. He’d complain about it all day but he’d also move the plant five more times if she asked him to. Looking around the room, it was finally starting to look like hers. “I think we did a damn good job. Apparently I’m not just good with cars.”

He grinned, round cheeks making him look even younger than his twenty-four years. It was a blessing and a curse to look like he did. He enjoyed looking youthful, for the most part. But as a leader of a gang, looking like he did didn’t really go over well for a lot of them. They saw him as just a kid with power. They saw him as weak.

Reluctantly, he moved the plant back over to the window and shot his pseudo sister an annoyed smile.

He knew that she would be able to tell that he wasn’t actually upset with her. But he had to give her a bit of shit. “Okay, so, food. I want meat. We can order from Ahjooma’s. I want the short ribs and the samgyeopsal. Also, if I’m supposed to help with the bed too, I’m gonna need at least one drink first.” He grinned, heading into the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses and added ice to both. Grabbing his favorite whiskey, he poured it over the ice in one glass. “Do you want a drink or do you want water or something?” He asked, holding out the other glass towards her.

“Well,” Molan began, scraping her mind for a second for a valid reason as to why she wanted it moved in the first place. Her entire being was centered around flora and fauna, a princess of the Earth’s soil, bred to be Mother Nature’s sole heir. “Truthfully, I’m not sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but when I really thought about it, I realized it was flawed. You’re fine.” She shot him a sweet smile, waving him off while going to put a few more things that she’d gathered on their trip shopping.

It was strange to her how Seojoon was so young and yet she was his subordinate. She was used to the hierarchy being age related and age related only, as her group in the wild had done before. Even when she out-tested the greatest warriors in their clan, she was still constantly told she was much too young to lead the charges on any other clans or elvian in the area. But Seojoon held a different kind of honor in her eyes, enough for her to follow without question, he and the other leaders were the only ones she trusted whole heartedly, as their names were the ones transcribed on the lips of a man her father had kept dear to his heart.

She gave him a toothy grin at his return of the plant, “perfect.”

“You always want meat, the food they have around here can never amount to what I used to eat before.” She teased him, as she always did, “have you ever had pork belly from a hog you hunted yourself? Nana Nanseolheon used to make it on an iron slab, right over the fire, a gentle, yet sad smile graced her lips, “nothing here in the city could amount to that.” For a moment she let it fall quiet for a moment as she followed him out the door and into their shared kitchen, “water is fine, I’ll figure out what I want to eat as well.”

[seonoxvc-deactivated20220225]

Open starter | Closed

"Why...why did you betray me?" The young boy in his late teen cried out. He thought it could save his close friend if he made a move. To help his friend escape from the problem. In return, Garam was back-stabbed by him.

Until that day, the whole village kicked him out. They didn't listen to his pleas, not even his parents who were supposed to trust their only and one son. Garam yearned to have a proper conversation with his ex close friend but will it subdued his conflicted feeling? Feeling both torned and tormented at the thought, he felt anxious if they ever crossed paths.

Garam shook his head out of the thought. It was no use to waste pondering the endless thought in the current present. Sighing heavily, he watched the beautiful sunset hiding shyly behind the building while catching the reflection in the calm river.

The cold breeze touched his cheeks, whispering softly into his ears as if it was awaiting for the incoming spring. Garam zipped up his jet black leather jacket and brought his hands close to his mouth, blowing into warm air before rubbing together and putting his hands into the pocket. 

He noticed a small group of male high schoolers chattering rowdily while having fried chicken and pizza. Were his group of friends that loud? Were they having fun without thought and freely? Garam softly gazed at them and chuckled bitterly at the nostalgic memory.

After taking a breather, the wolf walked back to where his motorcycle stayed while holding his helmet in his hand. He stood still, blinking twice in confusion and tilting his head at the strange sight. As carefree as Garam was, he went through the hardship surviving in the city on his own. He learnt to be cautious around people and not get involved in their business in case it gets worse.

There was a strange guy fiddling and playing with with Garam's motorcycle. It was unrecognizable whether they were drunk or being weird. Garam stared at the guy with bewilderment. What the heck was he doing? Garam hoped the strange guy would hop off without making the scene. After all, he simply wanted to go back home.

[molanvc]

Molan and Garam could only find similarities in being tossed into a strange city on their own. Aside from that their opposites flourished between them but in a way that seemed to keep Molan around his orbit. There was moments where she thought to pick his brain, settle into a seat next to him and listen to him speak about a life in the city she would never experience, a time before she had to have a name across her back just to feel...protected.

He’d never delved deep into the things in life he went through but when he did speak she could feel the wisdom of someone who at least lived a bit through hardship, something hunting and fishing could never truly amount to. She had never known the feeling of being cast out, only worshipped and praised, even now as he worked with blood on his hands she was seen as a hero of the young.

It had been, dumb to follow him she was sure, but there was nothing else for her to do and the anxiety of simply asking such a whimsical part of the Howler’s to latch on and follow like she did their leaders was harsh. So, she simply followed stowed away a few blocks or so behind him. Having a hard time to keep up with the roaring bike only having to use her powers in the end to stay in view of him.

When they reached the harbor she was graced with a view that had distracted her from her initial ‘intel gathering’, captivated by the view of the water and the gentle screams of excitement from the others in the area. 

It wasn’t until Garam had began to retreat back to the motorized bike that she furrowed her brows into his direction, caught off-guard just as he was by the drunkard tampering with his belongs. 

“Hey get away from his bike you weirdo!” She yelled out to protect before Garam had the chance to say anything, “Oops”, the goddess covered her mouth, pretty big  eyes wide in the shock of revealing herself.

[forever-rogue]

👻🎃🧟‍♂️Spooky Szn Asks🧟‍♂️🎃👻

Aliens - Do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

Afterlife - Do you believe in life after death?

Bat - What’s your favorite creature associated with Halloween?

Banshee - Have you ever had a paranormal encounter? If so, do tell!

Bloody - Have you ever played Bloody Mary?

Cemetery - Have you ever gone ghosthunting? If not, would you?

Cobweb - Are you afraid of spiders?

Classic  - What’s your favorite classic spooky movie?

Death - Are you afraid of death?

Dreadful - What’s your deepest fear?

Eerie - Imagine your worst nightmare scenario. What is it?

Enchant - Do you believe in magic?

Favorite - What’s your favorite Halloween episode of a television show?

Fantasy -  What’s your favorite mythical character?

Frighten - What was the most scared you’ve ever been?

Ghoul - What’s your favorite horror/Halloween song?

Gory - Do you like horror?

Gothic - Who’s your favorite macabre figure from history?

Haunted House - Yay or nay?

History - Are you familiar with the origins of Halloween?

Hocus Pocus - What’s your favorite spooky season movie?

King - What’s your favorite Halloween tradition?

Jack-O-Lantern - Do you carve pumpkins for Halloween?

Lantern - Would you ever go through a haunted house with no light source?

Macabre - What’s your favorite part of spooky season?

Mysterious - What’s your favorite unsolved mystery?

Night - Do you like the dark or fear it?

Nerve - Do you get scared easily?

Owl - What creature would you have as a familiar?

Ouija - Have you ever use a Ouija board?

Party  - Do you go to Halloween parties, or keep it more lowkey?

Poltergeist - Do you believe in ghosts?

Queen - What’s your all time favorite costume?

RIP - What would your tombstone say?

Salem - Do you like black cats?

Skeleton - What never fails to send a shiver down your spine?

Spell - What kind of magical power would you like to have?

Spooks - What’s your favorite scary movie franchise?

Superstitious - Are you superstitious (or perhaps just a little stitious)?

Treats - What’s your favorite Halloween treat?

Tricks - Do you like to go trick-or-treating?

Unnerving - What’s a sound that’s off-putting to you?

Vampire - Fact or fiction?

Wand - What kind of wand would you have?

Werewolves - Fact or fiction?

Yearn - What’s something you’re looking forward to this spooky season?

Zombie - How long do you think you’d survive if a zombie apocalypse happened?

[leneemusing]

SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS

“  i thought you were gone.  for good. ”

“  you left and—  i thought you weren’t coming back.  ”

“  i miss you.  i know i’m not supposed to,  but.  i just had to see you.  ”  

“  please don’t scare me like that again.  i can take a lot of things,  but not losing you.  ”

“  i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt.  ”

“  you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck!  you scared the shit outta me.  ” 

“  yes.  i am telling you what to do.  i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because—  ‘cause fucking hell.  i care about you.  okay? ”  

“  i found myself driving home and then.  well i was on my way here.  ‘cause i guess…you’re still my home.  ” 

“  please,  tell me why you’re upset.  tell me who did this?  ”

“  you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know.  i can clean up my own messes.  ”

“  don’t talk.  just get the fuck over here and hold me.  ”

“  loving you is like having my heart just out in the world.  outside of my body walking around.  every time i see you hurting,  it kills me.  ”

“  i made you cry.  and i hate myself for that.  i swore i wouldn’t be one of the people who left you hurting.  ”

“  you really hurt me this time.  but i want to let go of that.  i really do want to forgive you i’m just scared you’ll hurt me again.  ”

“  i know you’re mad at me right now,  but i’m the one who’s here.  let me be here.  let me help.  you can be angry later.  ”

“  i’m here now.  i know i wasn’t before.  but i should’ve been.  and i’m not going anywhere.  i’m not gonna let that happen again.  ”

“  it’s time to come home now.  ”

“  that’s enough.  you’ve got your revenge.  let’s go.  ”

“  i know you’re hurting.  and i can’t fix that.  but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.  ”

“  i’m never letting go of you.  i missed you so fucking much.  ”

“  look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?  ”

“  i broke my promise to you once.  i’ll never do it again.  ”

“  i don’t need you to go white knighting and fix all this.  i just want you here.  with me.  that will make me feel better.  ”

“  just stay still and let me hold you.  ”

“  you don’t have to hide your tears.  let it out.  then we’ll move on,  together.  ”

“  i just.  needed to talk to you ‘cause.  somehow you always know what to say.  ”

“  don’t bury your feelings.  sadness.  hurt.  rage.  feel it.  acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it.  not what it will do to you.  ”

“  i miss your smile.  and not that sad one you try to fool everyone with.  the real one.  the one you used to show me.  ”

“  come here.  i’m taking care of you tonight.  and you’re gonna let me.  ”  

1) our muses reunite after sender thought receiver was dead. 

2) our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead. 

3) sender shows up at receiver’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

4) receiver shows up at sender’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

5) our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies. 

6) sender finds receiver crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

7) receiver finds sender crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

8) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but sender rushes to take care of receiver after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

9) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but receiver rushes to take care of sender after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

10) sender hurt receiver in some way,  which led to receiver doing something reckless and sender shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath. 

11) receiver hurt sender in some way,  which led to sender doing something reckless and receiver shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath.

12) our muses are in a fight,  but cuddle anyway because they don’t like sleeping alone. 

13) receiver wakes sender from a nightmare. 

14) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare. 

15) sender wakes up in the hospital and finds receiver at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

16) receiver wakes up in the hospital and finds sender at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

17) our muses are currently on the outs,  but receiver goes through something traumatic and sender pushes past their friends to get to them. 

18) our muses are currently on the outs,  but sender goes through something traumatic and receiver pushes past their friends to get to them. 

[molanvc]

Forcing remnants of the past // @vcxseojoon​

Molan stared at the setting of the dresser they had just put together. She’d had Seojoon settled on the floor of the bare room for hours, building the custom shelf she’d ordered, her first purchase by herself, though it came from the wolf’s debit card. It was a pretty iron  frame, with little wooden slabs to place things and empty spaces to hang plants and set planters. Perfect for what she was going for but Seojoon’s idea of setting it near the door didn’t match the flow she needed in the sanctuary she could finally call her own.

“Oppa...why would I not put my plants in front of the window?” She asked him, even though it was her who made him move it in the first place, “I asked you to move it over not put it on the wall, how can my babies grow if they’re not getting enough natural light hmm?” 

Ginger brows raised in question, the goddess motioning to her group of plotted plants that had finally been moved from infesting the Alpha’s living space.

Bomi’s tail licked his calf, the leopard slinking into the room to settle in the corner, wanting to watch their third altercation of the evening, all at the product of Molan’s perfectionism of wanting her space to feel like she was back home, and the need to be in Seojoon’s orbit all at once. She’d been traveling through out the city on her own more often, and the last few outings had proved overwhelming. The coffee shop was much too loud and the constant drill of construction forced her hyper-sensitive hearing to rock her head into a migraine. 

She’d been mugged once, and as much as she wanted to take those guys down, she’d remembered Atticus’ advice to let them take whatever they were asking for. ‘Those things can be replaced, but you can’t,’ he’d told her as they walked past an altercation, at the time Molan at simply nodded and continued to snack on her ice cream, only to be placed in similar circumstances days later.

“We should just, move it back and then we can order some food and start working on building the bed.”

[molanvc]

vchyunjae​:

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae

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As he listened to her gush, it became crystal clear that she was only just beginning to grasp at the possibilities, but he found her enthusiasm infectious. He couldn’t remember the last time he had tapped into that simple joy and wonder. So he kept his mouth shut, knowing that if he talked about his work that could have her leaping over too many advancements worthy of discovering and appreciating. But then she had to reveal that she never played video games and Hyunjae struggled to not physically react to the unspeakable horror.

About to mention a nearby arcade, he instead froze and waited for the worst. His prosthetic tended to bring out the unchecked ignorance in people or worse their pity. That was why it was easier for him to wear a glove and avoid the questions or ridiculous apologies altogether. Though that time he tried out a skin like covering only to have the joints rip in front of a board member who promptly fainted was a little funny. But Molan once again left him dumbstruck with her genuine awe. He had moved his fingers to his sleeve, intent on tugging down the fabric to cover it up, but he rolled it up past his elbow instead. 

“It’s my full arm,” Hyunjae explained, holding it out to her and taking a moment to figure out how to frame his answers in a way that wouldn’t overwhelm her with technical jargon, “I have full functionality and integrated it as best I could. It’s hard to describe how I move it, maybe back when I first got it I could but I’ve had it for so long I do it without thinking now.” He made his fingers wave with his flesh hand before doing the same motion with his mechanical, trying to notice process and failing. “I can’t really feel with it or anything. I mean, I know when I’m holding something but that’s mainly from the pressure and practice.” His mouth quirked as he struggled with straightening his ring finger, reaching over to force the joint to cooperate with his other hand and feeling something catch in the mechanism. Looks like he had something to fix when he was back home. “It’s still a few years off before anything this complex can hit market. Sometimes my wrist locks, but at least I resolved the issue of the finger strength damper failing.”

“Oh! Oh! And did you know they’re working on hybrid cars now? That can use gasoline and electricity?! And I jut found out there was a train that is like the fastest passenger train in the world I think and it runs on like these magnetic, thingies that are on like this monorail...I’m not sure what it’s called the words were, out of this world to read so I just watched the video.” There was an excited quip and giggle in her words, like a child rattling of insignificant things they learned in school to an elder. One who’d gone through all those years of schooling tenfold and was just fondly listening to her enjoying the new things that are presented with each lesson.

There was a shift in the auburn tones in her eyes, pupils dilating in excitement when Hyunjae revealed the full robotics of his arm. She gasped at the site of the metal glinting in the dim fluorescent bulbs of the book store, pretty lips stuck open in completely astonishment. The demi-god didn’t even know where to start, eyes darting along the intricate model of the design. 

“Wait, a few years? Are you telling me you did this? Like you made yourself a new arm using sci-fi parts? Are you a warlock or something?” Molan asked perplexed that she could be standing in front of someone who could manage such a creation, in a simple bookstore she might add. 

For a moment her face fell, eyes darting around their surroundings before leaning in close to him to whisper, her hand guiding him to her level. “Doesn’t the government like...watch people who do stuff like that? You’re not going to get in trouble are you? Is that why you were hiding it?”

[femaleidols]

(cover) yooa ꕤ talk you down

[yewon]

pretty fairy yooa 🦋

[molanvc]

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae

vchyunjae​:​

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“But the story’s what makes all the technology have meaning. Progress just for the sake of progress has no purpose. Any advancements we make have to be for a reason, right? To make tomorrow better.” There was still the lingering twinge of awkwardness but she set a spark of interest in his eyes and so he approached the puzzle of her like he did with anything: poking and prodding to see how it worked. “That’s why I like sci-fi, anyway. The stories let us explore what could happen if we got all that power but without having to actually make those mistakes. Getting to ask if we should before we try.”

“I- sorry. I can talk a lot once I get going.” His gaze dropped to the cat near his feet only to realize that it wasn’t just a cat. Simply watching it, unsure if he was supposed to do anything, he only became more confused when it seemed to listen to her. What was she?

“Molan. Like the flower?” It was so refreshing to have to actually make genuine introductions. He could just be Hyunjae, the guy who liked books and tripped over his words. Not Dr. Noe Hyunjae, member of the board, gifted cybernetic technician, puppeteer of the city and family disappointment. He couldn’t remember the last time he was just himself, even alone.

“I’ve played the games too. The books are meant to be read between them, they flesh out the world and explain some characters a bit more in depth.” As he spoke, he shuffled around her and crouched to scan over the shelf, “This one’s a prequel so it’s a good starting point.” Passing the book from the shelf between his hands, he became distracted with looking over the rest of the titles to realize that he was offering the novel to her with his cybernetic hand. “If you ignore the fact that the main character’s name is Hiro Protagonist, Snow Crash is a really fun read.”

Molan’s eyes lit up as he began to speak, delicate  fingers gripping the paperback as she listened, “you’re right yeah, but I dunno, knowing there’s no reason, like the author simply said you know what, this vessel is going to run at the speed of light and here is how, just for the story telling purpose, no rhyme or reason you know. Like ‘hey this has to get them from point A, to point B, but realistically how can we do that.”  She gave him a sweet smile, leaning slightly against the bookshelf as if his words were enchanting, he was the first person she’d met since she got here that seemed as elated as she was to talk about technological innovation, even if she hadn’t experienced it herself.

“Or if we even can right?! It’s honestly so cool there’s so much out there that we could be capable of I mean if someone can imagine it just for a story can you imagine what a real scientist could cook up if they really set their minds to it? I mean it’s 2022 nothing is outlandish anymore. There are things that I’ve seen since I got here that I could never imagine! You guys have cars that run off electricity I mean how cool is that!” There was a giddiness in her tone, the excitement of the world written all over her face. 

The demi-god smiled with a shy nod, “uh yeah, my father said that my mother insisted, and he called me that...and it just stuck.” She said with a proud beam. 

Molan tracked his movements, watching in awe as he talked over the games and story lines, the shared interest keeping her noticeably engaged, “there are games? Like video games? I’ve never played one of those before.” She countered scrunching her nose in distaste at her lack of exploration. 

“Oh!” Wide eyes blinked open in surprise at the sight of his hand, flickering between it and him, “you have a sci-fi hand?! That’s so cool! How does it work? Did it replace your actual hand? Well...of course it did but like, does it work that way? Do you feel it when it moves?” The goddess slipped closer to him, admiring the prosthetic as if it was the most intricate and well designed thing she’d ever laid her eyes on, “wow...that’s so...amazing. I didn’t even know you could do that.” 

[molanvc]

vchyunjae​:

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae​

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“It’s a classic,” Hyunjae began only to have his breath knocked out of him. Well. No one had even been that direct before. Sure, he’d received his fair share of compliments, some respectful most not, but they were always candy coated lies carelessly tossed his way to get a foot in the door. Blinking down at her, his mind finally caught up to the moment and actually processed what she had said beyond quite handsome.

The phrase boy from the city stuck out and he realized that meant she wasn’t from Agdoeg and consequently had no idea who he was. So her hitting on him was entirely genuine, which made him even less capable of forming a coherent response. All those years of diplomacy and practiced etiquette crumbled at the slightest change to the script.

“I- um … thanks?” He fumbled, feeling the apples of his cheeks light on fire, caught in her piercing stare, “Your eyes look like agate.” His lips mushed together as they seemed to realize how awkward he was being before the rest of him, “Sorry, that was- I’m Hyunjae?” 

“Tell me about it?” She asked him bluntly, “I don’t care about spoilies....is that what you guys call it? Anyways, I like reading for all the cool technology that they describe and make, I couldn’t care less about the story.” Molan shrugged it off as if she was talking to an old friend, big eyes locking back onto the shelf to look at the other titles, debating if she would use him while he stood there to get the rest of what she wanted. 

Her smile was bright and wide, and she ducked slightly, feeling as if her bruteness probably ruined their moment to talk. She was used to knowing everyone, there were no strangers in their tribe, and when she could feel a calming aura, she did just the same. But the tall boys demeanor seem to falter and flat line, as if she’d began to unscrew his light bulb, the brightness dimming in and out trying desperately to hold on to it’s current.

“I’m sorry was that rude?” She asked him tilting her head, the streaks of blonde mingled with her orange strands falling a bit into her face. At their feet the cub stalked towards him, nose pointed out sniff around his ankles, Molan simply held out her hand, palm stern facing the animal and it stopped in its tracks, toeing backward cautiously before settling at her side. “Sorry, about Bom-,” the compliment rushed to her cheeks, her astonishment coming out in a slightly laugh, “Ah, thank you..” With another bow this one a bit more stern, “Molan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Have you read Mass Effect? The cashier recommended it to me, I may get it.”

[molanvc]

vchyunjae​:

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae​

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With every passing day the crack in his foundation deepened, the chisel driving further in with every lie he had to sell. The term terrorist sat heavy on his tongue in every public appearance, weaving together words the citizens wanted to hear in this tragic time. Doing what he was expected to do, throw money at the problem until it went away.

The mantra of anything for his family was starting to unravel, splattering across the walls of his mind in a desperate attempt to trick himself and hide the questions etched in the plaster. Some questions only his siblings were naïve enough to voice, like if their parents were alive why didn’t they send a sign. Was this what they wanted? But others had dug their grooves in him so deeply that to put a voice to them would tear him apart. At what point did this stop being worth it? He had so many different nooses tied together with guilt around his neck that he couldn’t tell which one was choking him hard enough to stop him from screaming.

So he left, just for the day, just long enough to remember how to breathe again. Never healing enough to change anything, only refilling his tank enough to keep creeping forward. Needing to be enough. 

Coward hissed from the back of his mind in a voice that sounded like Sangje.

Covered in a plain baseball cap with his hood up, he kept a face mask on in the areas of the city he knew he could be recognized. Simply walking out of his apartment and ignoring the startled expression of the doorman. What were they going to do? Tell Noe Hyunjae no?

His feet carried him to a part of the city filled with a type of noise he wasn’t used to and he found comfort in the unfamiliar. This was a buzz he didn’t have to solve, he could just exist in it. He tucked the mask into his back pocket and inhaled. The cloying scent of smog settling into his lungs, reminding him that he was only clean in a relative sense.

Whim led him to entering a bookstore, intruding on the quaint atmosphere on the off chance there was a hidden gem among the shelves. Yes, most of his collection had migrated into ebooks but he still yearned for the tactile comfort of turning a page with more than a swipe across a screen. The action reminding him of a simpler time, tucked into his mother’s side as he read to whatever fussing sibling that night.

Drawn to the science fiction section, he noticed the woman reaching and just barely tapping the tip of her finger against an upper shelf. He approached without much thought, careful to step around the rather large cat also occupying the aisle. Keeping his right arm tucked into the center pouch of his hoodie, his flesh hand reached up and closed the distance between her fingers and the spine, “there you go.”

Before he had the chance to retreat to a polite distance, he snuck a look at her and felt tongue-tied for a moment. She was so … cute. His hand returned to him, pushing back his hood to rub at the back of his neck, “The third one is my favourite in that series.”

There was always an air of independence around her. She wallowed in her sorrows one day as a child and decided from then on she’d carve the path herself, as she never wanted to feel so low again. Even with the loss of a vibrant world over time, she worked to hone in what was left of her.

But it was the mundane and autonomous parts of life she felt the most frustration when she had a need, she tended to turn to a certain demon that she’d come to know almost as a father, not quite in that seat as Bitgaram would hold that title even in what was left of the eternity of his life, he was just a lowly human after all, but Atticus had become adjacent, just past an older brother, in realm where his offerings to her, whether it be knowledge of time, left him honorable in her eyes.

Her entire body seized as the figure loomed over her, the demi-god having to fight the urge to rear back her elbow, surely the person had seen her, so why didn’t the reach around or ask her to move? Molan furrowed her brow, stepping from underneath his cage only to be surprised by the book she wanted being stationed in front of her. 

“Oh,” Molan gave him a slight bow in thanks, “thank you, um,” her eyes poured over the weathered cover, the book had been loved and even though the dark vintage color scheme wasn’t as vibrant as she hoped, even with the adjustment of her glasses, she smiled anyways, excited now finally having it in her hand.

“You’ve read it? How did you like it? These type of books are my favorite, I expected so much more because of them but even in my disappointment I just can’t put them down.” She admitted still staring over the cover, it was only after a pregnant pause that she looked up at him. “Oh wow, for a boy from the city you’re quite handsome.” Molan said shyly with a hint or curiosity in her geode printed eyes.

[molanvc]

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae​

It had been hard being cooped up in the underground through out the winter rolling through the city. 

“It’d be best for you, especially now to just stay out of sight,” is what they’d told her. She fought it, much too restless in her temporary home but she listened to them as her father had told her to, in short becoming more of a live in babysitter for the time being. 

They’d finally been blessed with some warmer whether, and with the carnage and chaos of the past week or so coming to close, she found herself wanting to break out of the initial harem of being stir crazy.

She adorned herself in a cropped sweater that she’d come to knit, sliding a pair overalls over it. It still clouded her senses to slip into those Burks but the glasses she was given at her arrival were able to help her through the snuffing out of how she got around. 

The leopard cub rolled at her feet, wanting her to stay and tend to it, forcing the demi-god to roll her eyes, “you have to come with me, so calm down.” Molan said cooing at her, it licked at her skin, and stood to her feet as she grabbed her bag, making her way from the makeshift room that had still been called her new home. 

Molan had come to memorize the streets closest to her, sure she hadn't had much time to explore, and todays errands consisted of the market for fresh ingredients and the book store that sat just on the corner. The patrons and workers had come to know her by name and she spent countless hours merely browsing usually only leaving with one or two novels. 

But todays pick sat much too high for her mere one-hundred and sixty centimeters, bralettes and anklet beads rattling about as she attempted to stand on her toes grasping for the spine of the book though just missing it by the graze of her delicate fingertips.

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yooa for marie claire

[molanvc]

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