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@mthjaejoong
Takeshi shifted his weight from foot to foot, mumbling a small nonsense tune under his breath. What was the point of taking things too seriously? His decision to stick his tongue out had been purely on a whim mixed with a slight bit of annoyance and he had every intention of doing it again, maybe adding in licking the man just to see what would happen. “Yea, yea,” he replied, waving his hand as he continued to follow along.
“Do I look like a decent human being?” he asked, laughing. Oh, he supposed he could play the part for a while if it meant he would get the potion. “Also, do you think I’d just stay here and let you run off to make fuck knows what and then hand it to me? Much as I hate you for fucking with my game, I don’t trust you very much yet. If I just took things without seeing them, then I would have been dead by now.
He stretched his hands over his head, then clapped the other on the shoulder. “Well, let’s go. You can get to work and I can see if you’ve got any good ice cream, candy, or booze. Honestly, I”m not that picky.”
Jaejoong shuffles his feet, feeling a little annoyed and on edge with this faery’s constant need to be so mouthy. It tests the warlock’s very amiable personality.
“And if I poisoned every creature that I promised to help, I’d be dead by now too, angering them so. Building a bad reputation isn’t ideal for wanting to be part of a community.” he attempts to reason with the other, despite knowing its likely futile.
Huffing a put upon sigh, Jaejoong just starts on his way home, trying to find a way to look at this situation in a manner that will let him deal with it without stress. At the very least, if things did get ugly or he needed to be rid of the faery, Jaejoong would be on his own home turf, which was certainly a large disadvantage to his guest. Faeries were known to be abused for the magic at the hands of witches after all. Walking into a warlock’s home could be very dangerous, depending on the warlock’s intentions. Obviously Jaejoong has no such desire to hurt the other, but he will defend himself. And his cat. There will be no mean faery fuckery involving his dear cat.
Even though he finds the faery to be on the ‘bad’ side of morality, Jaejoong can’t help but to be slightly endeared to the requests of desserts. Though he does gently shrug off the shorter’s hand from his shoulder.
“I hope you know that the process of making your potion, it will be very boring to watch,” he tells the faery, trying once more to dissuade his guest, this time appealing to the other’s need to be entertained the warlock had a hunch on. “Its not all snails and puppy dog tails in this kind of magic. Actually, its much more like making a common soup than anything else.”
january
“The vampire waited, hoping the other would answer soon. However, there were no forthcoming. Humming to himself, he simply continued to wait. Even if they had only been together for a few hours, possible two or three tops, they had been amicable toward one another and he genuinely enjoyed being around the man. There were few in the world he felt so comfortable with, even his vampiric family was not quite a relaxing place. His human family, well, comfort was a word spelled in books rather than demonstrated in daily interactions with siblings and extended family members.
The staring ended rather abruptly and before he could put much thought into his actions, his hand rested on the other’s head. Soft hair. “Is that so negative?” Age had given him a twinge of overconfidence. He could fight and had taken care of himself for centuries. What could happen now? Although he had to admit, what had happened in the bathroom had shocked him.
“You sound infinitely better a companion than I,” he replied, “If you have not noticed, I am rather flat. You would be better served with someone of your own age and similar experiences. However, if you will have me, I would like to accompany you. This may be fun for us both.” His eyes followed the other then flicked to the bed, a silent request to sit.
“We would have to travel at night.” There were some parts of his undead life that he hated and at times, it was the restriction on his waking hours. “Would that be acceptable?”
“Nega . .tive. . .?” Jaejoong repeats the word as though confused by it, because he doesn’t understand at all for a moment how the other perceived his words as such, not until he tries to think of it through another’s perspective. And here he assumes everything is made positive so long as the speaker is smiling.
“Its not negative. I’m very thankful for your kindness. I just wasn’t expecting it so much, its unusual isn’t it?” Where his expression was mildly concerned that the other had taken him the wrong way, hearing Jaewook talk about himself as though he were poor company gets the warlock’s smile breaking out onto his face again. It was so odd, a creature so old, and someone who looked older than him physically, talking about themselves without confidence.
“You’re not flat. No. You’re very upright right now in fact. And three dimensional too. Didn’t you know?” his grin is indulgently amused at his own lame joke.
Waiting to answer the question about traveling times, Jaejoong answers only when the vampire has taken a seat, the young warlock’s tired eyes watching the other in interest. He’d never met someone so quiet in disposition, yet so willingly comfortable with another.
“Hm,” he makes a hum of affirmation through his smiling lips. “It will look weird for people seeing it, but that’s not a problem for me. I can get more familiar with the stars, and the moon is important for magic too you know. Collecting certain things only under moonlight is necessary for some potion work. . . Ah, tomorrow, tomorrow we can get the things you need. You’ll need money for that though.”
@mxwoohyun
“just go away.”
“what makes you think i’ll just leave ‘cause you told me to,” woohyun squinted at the taller male. the three words that had left the lips of the latter slipped right through the hunter’s ears. “you were the one that called me here,” he frowned, “although i doubt you knew the number you had dialed.”
the two were best of buds long ago - in their teens when woohyun hadn’t withdrawn from the world once again - due to yet another unfortunate event. now in their twenties, the two have been reunited under quite odd circumstances.
originally, woohyun had expected to just wallow away in his apartment - possibly call up someone for a movie or just head out on his own, considering it was an ungodly hour of the night. however, the world had other plans for him; as his phone alerted him of an incoming call just moments after he grabbed his keys. jaejoong was the last person on earth that woohyun would expect to call him - however, here he was now. in a bar. in front of a definitely more than just tipsy jaejoong. “c’mon, i’m here already, i’ll drive you home, ‘kay?”
jaejoong is beyond embarrassed with himself right now. he doesn’t make a habit of going out to drink and feel miserable for himself. he drinks at home alone to have that kind of pity party. but tonight’s session of melancholy wasn’t planed, just like his calling up an old friend. he’d gone out to have a good time, but along the way things had gone awry. the date he’d set up to meet stood him up, and for some reason the few friends he had were all too busy to answer their phones, to distract jaejoong from the imminent tide of loneliness that was on its way. which had led him to this moment: too drunk to get himself home, and too embarrassed to admit to his own emotions. he can’t even remember calling woohyun, so to his alcohol induced brain, the guy had just somehow appeared by jaejoong simply thinking about him. (although stranger things certainly could occur by thinking about them when one had a way with magic.) luckily though, instead of questioning the drunk man any more, woohyun offers jaejoong an out, which he takes after some slow thinking consideration.
sliding himself away from the bar, jaejoong’s posture is akin to a dog that’s been abandoned by his owner, what with the defeated slump of his broad shoulders. his hand comes out to gently grip on woohyun’s arm, his clumsy fingers finding a bicep and grasping it for a moment, either to steady himself or to make sure woohyun is real, the reason isn’t entirely certain. he doesn’t say anything more as he just follows woohyun, sometimes bumping into the other or scuffing the toes of his boots along the ground. he just wants to be home, not to be such a dejected thing like this out in public any more. its not until he’s seated gracelessly in woohyun’s passenger seat does he speak again. his words come after a long moment of doing nothing but staring at the other male.
“you look so older now,” he says mournfully, not because its a bad thing, but because jaejoong’s thinking about how old he must look in comparison. his hands reach out to touch all over woohyun’s face, which certainly couldn’t help someone who is trying to drive. he’s leaning precariously too, nothing but the seatbelt keeping him from flopping all the way over.
“i didn’t want to grow up away from everyone,” the words are spoken with slurried emotion cracking his voice.
january
The vampire could feel a bit of color rushing to his pale cheeks as he hears the other laugh. So he had never been backpacking? He hadn’t known such a think was something to laugh so hard about. Shaking his head, Jaewook couldn’t stop the smile on his face. Maybe he was a bit out of touch with everything in the world. That was the purpose of this trip around the world after all. His eyes flicked to the others in the room, ready to knock them through a window if they got up.
“If you wish to travel by plane at some point, I would agree to taking you along.” His hand comes up to rest on the other’s shoulders. “You should be laying down.”
“You sound like you have had a good deal of fun. However, are you always stopped by border patrols at some point? It would be their job to keep such travelers out.”
Instead of listening to the suggestion to lie down, or answering the question about how often he’s stopped in his travels, Jaejoong just lets himself stare at Jaewook for a moment. Both baffled and appreciative at once, Jaejoong can’t help but to have questions drifting around his head about this individual. Things like ‘why does this person seem to care?’, ‘do they care?’, ‘i wonder what their morning was like’, and ‘were they lonely for companionship too?’ all keep him too occupied to actually speak for a couple of seconds. Tired affection and curiosity are easily assumed in his gaze as he tries to discern his own answers for these questions.
Eventually (probably much to the vampire’s relief), Jaejoong’s gaze drops down to his own knees, quitting the prolonged staring. The questions that took over his capacity to think seem to leave room for him to form words again this way.
“You are showing me a lot of kindness, trust. . . and we’ve only known one another a short while.”
Inhaling, Jaejoong raises his head again, a gentle but also lightly amused smile on his face as he does so.
“I can’t promise that traveling with me will be fun all the time, or safe, but I’m an easygoing guy mostly, open minded too you could say probably. And really, that’s the important part in a backpacking companion I’ve found. So if you want to learn by doing for a bit, I’ll be your teacher in this. And then you can find out about those patrols.”
His expression takes on hints of teasing, the kind that would be a lot more profound if he wasn’t so worn, if he was more comfortable in his own skin. But just because he’s making a little jest doesn’t lessen the sincerity of his desire to have this new found friend join him, even if only for a day.
When the other said he had every intention of breaking into the care, Takeshi had to honestly say he was a bit surprised. The man in front of him had seemed like such a straight lace that the faery couldn’t imagine him doing anything illegal, maybe jaywalking once or twice, but certainly not breaking into someone else’s property. Or maybe it was okay if he was trying to stop something bad from happening.
“You gonna do it or just stand here talking about it?” He was actually interested in how this was going to go, cocking his head to the side. Keys. Was that cheating? Nah. Using any advantage to get what one wanted, that had been how the faery had lived his life until now and he would not fault someone else for doing the same. Most people weren’t smart enough to see the advantage in that. Some stupid shit about morality and an even playing field or whatever else he’d stopped listening to decades ago.
He scowled as he nice poisonous plants were burned; he’d spent a good amount of time collecting that. Sighing, he stuck his tongue out at the man. “You always like fucking with people?” he asked, “‘cause that’s what you’re to me in the process of trying to stop me from doing it to someone else.”
The lecture was starting to get under his skin a bit and all he wanted to do was smack the man and leave him to rot in a ditch. But then he wouldn’t get his potion. Takeshi could wait for that then punch him. “I think I’ll just follow you know. Might be good to know where you live or at least where you cook this stuff. Call me nosey.”
Normally, such an expression like having a tongue stuck out at him in childish reprimand would be something Jaejoong would respond to in kind. At least, if this faery was a friend of his, and this was about a joke and not about trying to keep an innocent person from being poisoned. But even if he’s the type of guy to want to play around with friends like this, now honestly isn’t the time, and he can’t help but to find the other creature’s attitude bizarre for dealing with someone they don’t even know. And here people told Jaejoong he was far to familiar with strangers, well, they certainly hadn’t meant this individual that was for damn sure.
Again, the decision to follow him home, that sets him off guard as well, has him blinking dumbly for a second at the other’s choice. It certainly wasn't something he had offered. Had he not clearly stated tomorrow? Did this faery think to remain at Jaejoong’s home until then? Collecting himself again, Jaejoong rolls his shoulders in an unconscious action to push off his tension. An awkward huff of a laugh leaves his mouth as he does so, his head tilting back just a little as he digs down to find reserves of patience to deal with this creature.
“If you’re going to accompany me, then you’ll be a guest in my house. . . So,” he winces slightly as he bites the inside of his cheek before finishing the question, because this is something he shouldn’t have to ask at all. “Nosy as you might be, you are capable of being a decent guest, yes? Otherwise I’m sorry, but I’ll have to leave you here and return to my home in a way that can’t be followed.”
And with hands on his hips he smiles amicably at the faery, his expression at odds with his words of doubt in the other, as the smile is rather innocent looking.
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@mthjaejoong
The last human he was conducting “research” on had peculiar markings on his arms. Seunghyun wasn’t an idiot, he knew what tattoos were, but these weren’t simple tattoos. Obviously Seunghyun had to ask where he had gotten these and who the artist was. Of course the human had to ask if Seunghyun would let him go if he told him. With a roll of his eyes Seunghyun simply nodded. Obviously fearing for his life the boy spat out the name of the location and tattoo artist quickly.
“You’ll let me go now, right?”
Seunghyun raised a brow before one corner of his lips rose in a amused smirk, “Well, I never said that now did I?” He only nodded and that did mean no in several countries so his response could be interpreted in many ways. Along with that the other was definitely not going to keep quiet even if Seunghyun let him go so that would not be good for him.
Several days after that incident he was now here. In front of this small tattoo shop, looking for this Jaejoong person. Well, person might not be the right term to define them with what kind of tattoos they were giving. Then again Seunghyun could be wrong. He’s been doing that a lot more lately what with his condition and all. Walking into the store after checking if it was the right one once again he stood there and talked to the closest person, “I’m looking for Jaejoong.”
Despite being a rather sociable person, Jaejoong’s always run his business in a solitary manner. He doesn’t keep anyone on a payroll, leaving everything from the booking of appointments, to cleaning his tattoo equipment, all to himself. Perhaps if the right individual stepped forth he’d think about hiring them to do these other tasks, leaving him more time to fit in appointments, but for now he doesn’t mind taking care of both the detailed tasks and the menial chores of his occupation.
This leaves him answering the question of an unexpected visitor’s arrival. He’d been about to head home, lock up the studio he rents in a commercial building that’s mostly full of therapists, small time tax assistants, tailors, and other jobs that leave the place quiet at night. Having finished with his appointment (generally all his work, both tattooing and things of various magical variety are appointment only) that day, Jaejoong’s just grabbed his pack from his desk when the surprise arrival poses a question before an introduction even. Both that manner of behavior, and the quick assessment of the other’s aura that the warlock takes in anytime he meets someone new, have Jaejoong suddenly feeling slightly on edge.
Standing and adjusting the pack over his shoulder, Jaejoong does his best both to appear friendly and unthreatening, but also to hold himself with a level of respect that would dissuade any ill intentions from the stranger, should this be an encounter of the more hostile variety. Certainly, the warming sensation on his back is quite telling, as the protective tattoo there tells him to be cautious.
“Well. You have found him then,” he tells the other magic user in a fairly neutral tone, despite his curiosity and wariness. He doesn’t much deal with mages, simply for the fact that many would quite like to harm a witch (or warlock in Jaejoong’s odd case) on sight. “Do you have an appointment scheduled with me?”
january
The vampire blinked, surprised at the hand on his once more. He had thought the other would want him to go as soon as possible considering their agreement had been fulfilled. The other’s smile was rather nice though and Jaewook could honestly say he liked the expression.
He nodded. That was certainly true. There had been a precious few people with whom he could speak in the language he had been raised on. However, the frown on the man’s face was different than his words. “Something wrong?” he asked, worried.
Considering what had happened during their initial meeting, leaving was likely the best option. The fact that they may not see one another again was a bit disappointing. He had only found a few people whom he had seen more than once on his travels and a small feeling of regret had settled in the back of his mind.
Backpacking? He had a vague idea of the activity but nothing solid. However, any new activity was enticing to the immortal. “How would this activity work?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too much like a moron.
Maybe he’s slightly delirious from everything, the moods he’s been through today, and the showing of his curse, but he can’t help to laugh more than necessary at the vampire’s question. It gets him some dirty looks from weary travelers in the room that are trying to sleep, and he quiets down soon enough, but he has to lean forward and press his forehead to the other’s torso to get himself to mellow out. A couple steadying breaths and he’s able to lean back into a more proper sitting posture again.
“Its how I travel. I don’t own a car, don’t have a passport. Not enough money to go by planes.” Sighing, his eyes close for a moment longer that is probably polite since he’s worn down despite the smile on his lips.
“I take my things with me, and I walk. Its more a European style of vacation a lot of young people do. I have different reasons but. . . but its not a bad way to go.”
january
Slow, careful steps seem to the vampire louder than normal, either due to the floor creaking under him or the silence between the two. He followed the other’s tilting head to navigate the building, vaguely wondering just how large such a place could be. Then again, it appeared none of the tenants tended to stay for long. The place was built to house many at one on a short term basis not to be a home for years. Another creak in the floor made him pause for a moment, glancing around for more humans. Shaking his head, he sighed. There was no reason to be overly cautious here.
When the other began talking, the vampire gave a small huff in response. There was no anger, only a desire to make the man silent. It was obvious whatever had happened left him weakened, talking would only aggravate that. “I understand.” However, saying he felt no relief that what had happened wasn’t due to something he had done would have been a lie. The ghost of a smile flitted across his face.
“If you don’t wish to explain, don’t. It is none of my business.” Sticking one’s nose in where it didn’t belong had only gotten people killed during his life and it was a lesson he had taken to the grave and beyond. While the threat of death no longer scared him, the old fear of violent retaliation still remained, like a teenager clinging to a stuffed animal for fear of the monsters hiding in a darkened closet.
He released the man, however, he remained close in case the other came tumbling down to the floor. “I suppose we are even now.” His own expression mirrored the other’s. Ah yes, leaving, that would be good now. There was no reason for him to stay. “Kim Jaewook,” he replied, “I hope we are able to meet once more.”
Even though he’d just let go of the vampire, Jaejoong’s hand reaches out again as he sits down on his cot without his even realizing it. This time the tiny smile that finds its way to his still uneasy expression is more sincere, because even if Jaewook is just saying that to be nice, well, the teen is thankful for it.
“Its nice talking in the language I know best again, Jaewook-ssi” he says, meaning it, though his frown is quick to return shortly enough as thinking about his first language, and subsequently his home, makes the happening with his curse all the more uncomfortable for the warlock.
“I’m leaving here, I think, tomorrow,” he adds not long after, staring at the vampire’s chest, his focus still hazy and indistinct from the earlier disturbing fear. The idea to leave had just come to mind now. He’d been thinking about it on and off, sure, but this event had solidified the idea. “So I’m not sure we will see each other. . .”
Looking back up again, he doesn’t say anything for a long moment as he studies the vampire, thinking it so strange that the creature hadn’t just bolted the second Jaejoong’s curse had gone awry. Jaejoong knew he was very strange for offering a vampire his blood, but had he actually met someone as bizarre as he could be?
“. . .Unless you want to do a little backpacking?” he asks, curious about what could possibly be going on in this vampire’s head.
Takeshi leaned against the car, absently wondering what to do about this asshole who seemed hell bent on interfering with his fun. His eyes traced over the other’s features before they found his own nails, the faery more interested in them than the encounter. However, he forced himself to focus as the man continued to speak. “You know I was just fucking with you, right?” he teased, grinning. “Lighten up, you’ll have more fun that way.”
“You can paint with oil? Like motor oil?” Okay, so he wasn’t exactly well versed in art supplies. “Maybe, just won’t you have to break open a car to get that shit though?” He shrugged, humming to himself. “I think it might be but you’d have to really convince me standing there and painting is actually more fun than trying to mildly poison people.”
Okay, so the guy was right. Takeshi had more than a few scars from people getting retaliation for things he had done. A healing potion might actually be useful. “I like hurting,” he replied with a shrug, “it’s almost as good as fucking with other people.” Damn, saying it out loud made it sound even more messed up. Oh well. “But I’ll take the potion you’re offering. Might be good for keeping me alive later. Dying is nothing better than a really quick way to cut down on expenses.”
Tilting his head, he waited for the other’s response. Maybe he would try that painting thing at some point. At least it would be something to do during thunderstorms.
Aha. So he had guessed right! Jaejoong knew he was no outstanding genius, but even he has to give himself some credit for being of insight now and then. Heck, he’d likely never had lived this long if he was a complete dunce after all.
“Oh, well,” he shrugs his shoulders a bit, the lightest of chuckles escaping his mouth at the mention of breaking into someone’s car. “I intend not to damage the vehicle at all so. . . what the owner doesn’t know shouldn’t hurt them?” he says with an awkward intonation, because despite his good-guy act right now, he’d not been entirely above thievery in his younger days. Though that had been need pressing him into such actions, not at all like he thinks his faery is doing, just messing with people to pass the time. It makes Jaejoong wonder what immortality, or such an unnaturally long, life does to the psyche.
Rubbing his hands together gently, Jaejoong smiles brighter now that he’s gotten this faery hooked on something other than hurting people for the evening. “The potion it is then~”
Breaking into the car only takes a moment, what with the special ring of keys he keeps, ones that are all charmed to be universally useful to him. After retrieving the bouquet, Jaejoong thinks better of it and only takes out the poisonous plants, drying and lightly burning them quickly with a snap of his fingers that produces a tiny flame, so he can manage them without poisoning himself. Fresh they were dangerous, dried, they had healing properties.
“Hm. I can have this ready tomorrow evening. I can have it sent to you, if you’d like to give me a location. Or you can pick it up yourself. Though, if you pick it up, I can personalize it for you, so the effects of it are even greater. It should be quite strong then, to help you from the wounds you’re bound to get if you keep this habit up. . .” he can’t help but to add, like some slightly disapproving adult. Yet instead of disapproval on his features, he just looks a little sadly resigned to the idea of someone continuing to pass their time with hurting others.
Jaeho opens his mouth and has the words on the tip of his tongue before he cuts himself off. Biting down onto his bottom lip he takes in a, much needed, deep breath before his eyes travel somewhere else. To anywhere else so long as he doesn’t look at the other man in the eye–his shoulders shake slightly as the intense growl that was building in the back of his throat is swallowed down.
He calms himself, losing the initial intensity of his gaze and posture and instead looks similar to a guilty dog. He was close–so, so close–to letting himself go and the fact that he could feel it build in his chest and coursing through his veins made him feel absolutely awful.
“Why,” He starts off slowly, “Why do you want to help me? Is there any reason behind it?” Because as much as he helps someone else with no question at all, Jaeho couldn’t understand why a completely stranger would do the same.
Its quite difficult for him to leave his impulse to hug the werewolf alone. When his magic is so adamant about someone like it is now, it always ends up pulling at his emotions too. Maybe that was simply because he was more empathetic then he should be, as it was hard for him to connect himself with the stories of warlocks that had been passed down to him. He’d never heard them described as a particularly caring bunch, at least, not caring for anything but their own powers. Its hard not to wonder if his life would have been easier should he have been more like those tales.
“Because, if not for the strangers that helped me, I wouldn’t be standing here today,” he says, looking to the younger with an earnestly sincere gaze. He strides closer then, seeing the werewolf calmed, but he’s still tentative not to upset the other’s suspicions by using any of his magic to soothe.
“I don’t mean to bring up something so difficult, but you ought to know that not everything needs to be accomplished on your own,” his voice is gentler now, more comfortable, less serious. “You can have help. What good are old guys like me if we can’t pass on what we’ve learned from our own mistakes?” A light amusement fills his features as he smiles some, as its easier to joke than to take himself so seriously all the time.
amorous
Mishaps in magic happen more often than any magic user would like to admit. Jaejoong is no exception to this rule either, and while he’s likely less inclined to secrecy than many of his prideful species members, he still won’t go around galavanting about his trials and subsequent errors. Actually, its possible he’s got many more failures to his name than successes, though that’s liable to have much to do with the fact a lot of his magic has been self taught. But sometimes its worked in his favor, gotten him to produce a unique element, one unknown to other witches entirely, that never would have occurred if it hadn’t been for figuring things out on his own. Often that isn’t the case though, and it gets him things like this instead: a bit of potion work gone awry.
While this mistake doesn’t seem to be causing him any life threatening danger (its a good sign as it is that he’s sound of mind enough to figure this out), Jaejoong is a bit worried about some of his symptoms. Its only been a couple hours that he’s been closely monitoring himself, but as his symptoms continue to persist in the same intensity, Jaejoong’s having a hard time keeping himself confined in his home. With side effects like feverishness, an inclination to giggle at things that aren’t particularly funny, a strong sense of touch, and easily developing fixations, Jaejoong knows it would be unwise to leave the safety and relative solitude of his home. The wronged potion though? It seems to think otherwise.
The result is Jaejoong dropping his attempts to brew a quick counter, and with his soundness of mind now questionable, Jaejoong doesn’t seem to realize what could go wrong if he mingles with others now. It seems a perfectly good way to get his mind off of this situation, he rationalizes. Maybe some fresh air and a change in scenery will do him some good, his potion addled brain reasons with his suspicions. Its not like he means anyone harm, he agrees with the symptoms on that certainly.
And when he does end up mingling, its clear he isn’t dangerous, at least not to others. Well, probably. Its not been proved whether his advances being declined will result in any violent behavior or hexing on his part, which is a question that can be found an answer now. Amorous to the extreme, Jaejoong has weaved in and out of bars and clubs for hours now, but nobody until this moment has quite settled his fixation this soundly. Whereas he’d been flitting between companions the whole while, this time Jaejoong goes towards a particular individual with purpose. The purpose to do what exactly he isn’t sure, but being driven by the potion’s side effects, its less about thinking and more about feeling. And feeling he does, by putting his arms around the individual’s waist and hugging them tight to his chest. A huge smile forms on his face as he feels like he’s melting into this person just by standing and hugging them (now with his entire body pressed against their’s), his instincts finding nothing wrong with the fact that he has never met this being before tonight. So unconcerned with their status as strangers is he currently, that Jaejoong’s very magic seems to be sparking happily, sending little tendrils of affectionate baby pink mist snaking around his tattooed arms that are still coiled around the other’s body.
rift
[✽] there was a change in him. that was something joohyun didn’t miss, especially since the witch had always been very observant. she couldn’t blame him for the change in his behavior, because in some way her answer could have been taken as a bit hostile. It hadn’t been meant in that way, but everyone had fears and seo joohyun feared to give too much information about herself. the coven was part of her life now and when they took her in, she promised to herself that she would do everything to keep them safe because they had been there for her, when nobody was. even if she wanted to give him to trust him a bit for them to have a nice conversation, the witch was the perfect example that the world is malicious. joohyun didn’t want to show weakness, like she had done in the past.
“no.” the witch had given him the most honest answer she could give him. “weak witches are not welcome.” why was that even important? that was the question she wanted to do, because why? malefica coven had fallen once. did he accept them to do the same mistake again, so they could fall once again?
“I wasn’t a weak witch when they found him.” even if this had crossed his mind, joohyun wouldn’t have cared. she had stopped trying to please the others a long time ago. pausing for a moment, she brought the cup to her lips, taking a quiet sip from her hot chocolate. revealing the reason why the coven had helped her was a bit too personal for her, but joohyun also wanted him to understand why they had taken that step. “I was being hunted.” she started before she placed down the cup on the table again. “I was in busan for only a few days and some hunters came after me.” at this particular memory, the corners of her lips curved into a tiny smile. “one of the witches from malefica showed up at the right moment. she was already searching for me, when she found me.” joohyun explained to him.
she had to pause for a moment, wanting to stare at his face only to see his reaction. would he be disappointed with her coven? “they aren’t bad.” the witch said to him. “they are strict now, but they don’t want to commit the same mistake from the past. I understand and I accept.” she shrugged slightly, lowering her eyes to the cup as she tried to make her hands warm. it took her a few moments to speak again. this time, it was a question. “you were part of the coven before?”
the warlock can’t help but to feel disheartened by her words, as they ring too similar to the mindset his own mother possessed. in with the capable and away with the weak, as if the weak did not deserve protecting just the same as those with greater abilities. jaejoong had experienced weakness, and he can’t help but to think how differently these witches would view their ways of running a coven if they knew what it was to be weak as well.
“yes. i was involved in the coven. it was short lived though. as you said, it collapsed, and i had been taken in just before. i don’t expect you to understand what that meant to me, how that still stays with me today, how grateful and changed i am because of their kindness. even if the time among others who accepted me was brief, i think it helped me a great deal. the fact that i was weak didn’t sway their opinions about me, the fact that i am a warlock didn’t matter either. to hear that they were reforming. . .”
he shakes his head with a sad smile as he trails off for a moment, his emotions of the past, the memories taking hold of him before he can gather himself again.
“but they aren’t the same, the things that coven once stood for have changed. and it can only think of it as a shame. or are you of this traditional theory as well? do you believe the weak don’t deserve a place to be accepted too? are covens only to be formed for the sake of power?”
where jaejoong had only been friendly before, something resigned and a little cold seeps into his gaze now, because if she should think little of him for being male, or if she should turn away from helping those of lesser abilities, well, he doesn’t care to sit with her any longer then.