✝ revival of the devoured ✝

sometimes the weight of living will shove you to your knees in muddy, wormed graveyard dirt, and ask if you’ve had enough. it is then that you will get up and ask for more. lee byunghun. twenty two. hunter.

[milktealimesoda]

[mooneyedandglowing]

I keep waking up & expecting blood on my hands.

Moriah Pearson (via kyokih)

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⋄ ` return to me by morning.

his reassurance should bring her the comfort that she needs – keyword: should.  but this is always the hardest part, the moment where his fabric slips through the grip of her fingers and nahyun finds lee byunghun to be just like water, too cold and too fluid to get a proper grip ( no matter how much she may want to. ) this is the need to keep him safe, at least – that’s what she tells herself.  nahyun doesn’t know what else it could be, and so her lips open to say something – it’s on the tip of her tongue, it’s in her head.  the words: don’t go.

stay with me. 

but she has no right to keep him here and he has no mind to stay in the bubble she keeps herself in.  he is the hero felling her monsters, she is the lady locked in the tower until it’s safe.  she’s tired of it.  her mouth shuts tight, her hand drops from the softness of his clothes to hang limp by her side.  in the end, nahyun knows better.

in the end, she could never make him stay.  she knows this is too important to easily push aside, but there’s always an alternative.  there is always a different path to take.  her lips murmur questions that she knows that he can hear, and behind the words said are the words that aren’t.  “ will you come back in the morning?”  i’m worried about you.  stay safe.  be strong.

                                                      stay alive.

[mxbyunghun-blog]

he knows where he should be. and he knows where he wishes to be. if he could continue to stay by her side in the hours of darkness, he certainly would. but without another hunter, without another knight on the battlefield, there’s the possibility of another innocent life being stolen. the plagued beasts of the night will sing and dance wildly upon their prey, feasting on human flesh. but with byunghyun there, with byunghyun ready to execute those creatures, angels will sing their hymns on high. the slayer will be glorified. the ancient ritual is whole. and yet he feels like he’s betraying her. when his sleeve is no longer in her grasp, and instead of standing an inch away from her, he’s floating off with the current of the red ocean. it’s in her eyes, the pleading, ‘don’t go, don’t go’. byunghyun slips his arms into his coat, adjusting the collar so it’s comfortable.  his lips are still pursed when her question resounds in the room, even if it’s just a whisper. it feels like a shrill sob, as if she’s witnessing the last moments of his life. as if she’s trying to persuade his soul to stay within the confinements of his body.  “i’ll be back,” he turns to her, half smiling. he can’t play pretend with her. they both know the stakes of following this fate. it’s like an ultimate sacrifice. “very early in the morning at that.”

[ccjeongguk-blog]

&& @mxbyunghun

            ❝ i’ve claimed these hunting grounds for tonight – alone. go find somewhere             else to hunt, i’m not looking for a partner.   stop following me around. ❞    she             didn’t ask to pick up a stray, and she didn’t intend to take one – period.

[mxbyunghun-blog]

           “only children claim places to play,” he stared straight into her eyes, despite the shadows                    dancing across their features. “were you aware of the lycan den beyond the lake? any            closer and they’ll pick up on your stench–i mean scent.”

[mxbyunghun-blog]

her arms are wrapped around her legs and she's curled up tight into herself ( she always seems to make herself smaller now ). the couch is worn, and she's curled up on its edge as she watches him pack for the hunt with worried eyes. it's always discomfort she feels when he leaves her on the couch to work, and even though she knows he sometimes shies away, thin fingers grasp the hem of his shirt. she looks at him with her cheek resting on her knees and speaks in whispers. " please be careful."

he’s silently reloading silver bullets into his guns, the deed being so habitual he’s doing it mindlessly. bistre orbs are aimed elsewhere, upon the wall, while he senses her observing him. her worry doesn’t need an explanation through words, the mere aura is heavy in the atmosphere. he’s standing there still, scanning and equipping smaller weapons into his long coat. he doesn’t like calling it ‘work’, when he’s just shooting and slicing the hearts of monsters. he feels the gentle tug on his shirt, his eyes meet hers and for that split second he wishes he could lie to her that he’ll be alright, because being a hunter never promises he’ll be back come morning light. his lips part and he tries to smile, but it’s barely there, “you know i always am.”

[seokjjang]

[mxbyunghun-blog]

❤☆✓ ccc:

❤ Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

There’s something about holding hands, when fingers are intertwined and brought close to the chest. It reminds him of the undying loyalty he must have as a hunter. Also placing a gentle peck against the back of the hand is something so delicate, but meaningful to him. He pays close attention to details, especially when it comes to body language. Byunghun isn’t one to engage in physical contact with others, in fact he may flinch away from others if he isn’t comfortable at all. Another physical contact that shows complete trust to him is a kiss to the forehead. It not only reminds him of the warmth of his mother whenever she did the same to him, but of when he was an innocent child, not having to bear the cruelty of the world. It’s a fleeting, but intimate action that makes him feel whole again.

☆ Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

It would depend on his mood. If he feels like believing in something and wishing for it–then he will. He would wish for peace in his heart, for peace between humans and naturals. It may sound lame, but he wonders how different the world would be if naturals did not exist. Or even humans. But the idea of coexisting is something he thinks about, since history always repeats itself–and humans have that thirst for power. Concentrating on himself though, he would wish for peace knowing that his parents are alright.

Honestly, his one wish would be to speak to his parents one more time. As an adult. To hear what they think of their son. If they are proud of him.

✓ Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.

Without a doubt, a certain woman he would call his ‘maiden’. Byunghun is not one to put forth trust unless he is proved that he can; however, he does trust his uncle very much, since he is the man that sheltered him when his parents passed away. While he does present himself to others in a polite matter, even in friendships and acquaintances, he does not throw away his trust to all of them. He knows when and how to hold back. 

[mxbyunghun-blog]

☯ ☢ ♆

☯ Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?

He does, truly. His parents had been murdered at the claws and fangs of vampires [ or so he presumes ], and what more can he do than avenge them? He believes that the fate of his parents is what fuels him, and it does, to protect the innocent. Perhaps if he had lead a normal life, he wouldn’t have the perspective that he does. But he believes that where there is darkness, there is light.

☢ Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

He’s had nightmares of the murder, it happens very rarely now, when there is an unbearable amount of stress in his life. It’s a warning for him that he needs to distract himself, properly sort things out. As for thoughts that disturb him–failing to fulfill his duty as a hunter and innocent lives being lost because he could not rescue them–that is what would break him. If someone he swore himself to died, he would be horrified, harboring a guilt and suffering beyond despair, just as he was when he was ten and he was unable to do anything to protect his parents [ not that he could ].

♆ Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts?

Byunghun is very reserved, especially when immersed in his thoughts. As a child, when his parents passed away, he went numb. The orphanage had no idea how to handle him, nothing could cure him. He would sit and stare out the window for hours, hoping that his parents would return, but knowing they never would. He spoke to no one and hid away from the other children. Those months in the orphanage were one of the worse times in his life. He was lost, without guidance. He had no support, until his Uncle was called to hear the news of his sister and brother in law, flying to Russia to take Byunghun into his care. Reflecting on present time, Byunghun would react the same to anything negative, without having a violent outburst. Everything happens in his mind, and so if he were to have violent thoughts, then he would; however, this also depends on how much he may hate someone. Or how intense the situation is. He may react violently, such as punching the wall, or shattering something [ but not breaking everything he sees ].  He’s seen and witnessed so much death–from his parents to hunting supernaturals–that if there are no emotional ties, then he is not fazed by the a macabre sight. But still, the emotional issue still lurk within.

[mxbyunghun-blog]

✏

✏ What are their creative outlets?

Perhaps with his interest in linguistics and even how different cultures function, he reads about them–or anything he finds interesting for that matter. He is basically a bookworm. He loves to learn languages, even if he does not become fluent in them later.  When his parents were alive, Byunghun was taught to play violin, and while it’s been years since he’s done so, he is still able to remember the different strings. He has an affinity for all arts, appreciating music and how it is able to soothe his mind after a long day. He might save money to purchase a violin in the future!!

[clearthroat]

When I’m lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.

Morrissey  (via m-orbide)

          (via scntrx)

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☾, ✗, ☠

☾ On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Many are unaware of the blonde male being an insomniac. The average amount of sleep most people should try for is not even close to what Byunghun gets. As a human, he must slave to the practical way of life, working in society as a teacher’s assistant. His internship is also spent training him, so at times he is preparing a lesson for class the following morning. Sadly, he lies in bed for hours when he isn’t hunting. He rethinks and overthinks in regards to his past, present, and future. He’s human after all.When he isn’t forced to focus on his studies or teachings, he researches supernaturals, gathering any sort of information he deems useful. He’s done odd things, like picked fangs out of a vampire’s skull, or created weapons such as garlic spray to ward off the blood suckers. He performs test runs on hunting nights if he’s lucky enough to stumble upon prey. There was an instance when he tried dragging a vampire back to his Uncle’s condo, but he realized the risk he’d be taking. He’s thought of moving his research to the basement of an abandoned building–if he’s lucky to discover one that isn’t infested with supernaturals. Or spirits.And of course, one may find the blonde doing intense combat training. He pushes himself to be a true guardian to other mortals, even if that means sacrificing his own wishes.

✗ Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

The curl of his upper lip is a sure sign of his disgust. He is a blunt person, voicing his thoughts and opinions of another, especially when they piss him off just right. He has a habit of clenching his jaw, his eyes ablaze with aggravation. It isn’t hard to tell when Byunghun is upset, since his actions are recognizable. However, despite his hostility, he will never threat another, unless they pose a threat that could lead to death. And that is only when it revolves someone else, not himself. It truly depends on the intensity of the remark or threat that is made toward him. Especially when it’s done so by an evil and corrupted opponent. In an everyday world, Byunghun keeps to himself for a very good reason. He doesn’t have to dwell on the stupidity of mankind when he avoids his own species, and he is able to be more at peace because of it. He does not think the human race is superior over supernaturals, in fact he thinks that all are equal. Plenty of humans are monstrous, and plenty of monsters know how to play at being human.

☠ Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? 

He doesn’t understand why he’s alive and his parents are dead. He’s mystified by the blessing of his mother’s rosary that warded off the vampires that night. In a sense, he doesn’t fear death, nor embrace it. It’s almost as though he’s been thrown into purgatory, a place between heaven and hell. But doesn’t that sound like Earth itself?

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[mxbyunghun-blog]

well hello there.

ive been stoked to be apart of mythica and now that i am, i’d like to celebrate with a victory dance. just kidding i wont embarrass myself further.. but hello please excuse my nerdy muse and his hermit habits, i swear he can be a badass when he wants to be. i’m lookin forward to talking with you all and i appreciate the warm welcomes. i’m up for any sort of connections whether theyre pre established or not, seriously if you have an idea lemme know i’m probably more than willing to do it!! i’ll be giving my aim to those that request it, so don’t be shy. i’d really love to plot with you!!! 

edit. its almost 3am so i might hit the hay but if i do just leave your aim in my inbox <3

[showroomofvisualart]

On the cross, Jesus had moments when, if he did not doubt that he was the son of God, he regretted it.

Emil Cioran. “On the Heights of Despair”. (via aumshinrikyo)

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