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"I believe, that is only correct if you have a particular idea of what kinship has to be depending on the species. Once you let go of that, finding those that suit your desires and needs is not as impossible as one may think." Inha strictly separated his personal business from his family whenever they were able to do so. It was not as he feared for their lives, they knew the two others could handle themselves but there was no reason to. It always had been like that, they were a team, a family but each of them also had their own ambitions and desires. "Limitations, in my eyes, are something set in my full blood as well. Who says there are no means to reach the same heights, they may barely only happen to look different from their understanding." Inha had been unbothered by their differences in his own existence, even going as far as finding benefits in the bit of humanity that still lingered underneath the pale flash. He did not care for the reduced worth their blood kin gave to those designed by trade.
Yet, the bounty hunter rejected the general idea of favors. They always came with a price, even if it was not tagged as such, sooner than later, especially with an eternity ahead of one. "Well, if the matter would be as easy to obtain, there would be no need to bore you with this request. While the current owner is looking for a buyer, you could say a shared history makes it impossible for me to receive it by normal means. The object itself will not cause you any harm, while there is magic woven in it, only those with expertise in this very specific field would have use of it."
Inha had tried to acquire it forty years ago but it failed then and there was no way for him to obtain it until now, not a way that would have been worth the effort anyway. "The money will not be an issue, we can pay him in full. If you go for it, there would be little question of why you'd take an interest. That leaves the question, what is your price? I do not work for favors, in our field, those can turn out to be unpleasant."
Ryo observed Inha with a mixture of fascination and disdain, his words a tangled web of contradictions and delusions. The notion of kinship, a fleeting illusion in the labyrinth of human relationships, held little sway over Ryo's own existence. "Desires over kinship, i can get around that" Ryo scoffed inwardly, his lips curling into a sneer. He could sense the undercurrent of tension that lingered between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken truths that threatened to tear them apart at the seams. Yet, they seem to be in peaceful understanding. For now.
Ryo observed Inha's proclamation with a mixture of amusement and contempt, his lips curling into a sardonic smirk. Limitations, a mere illusion in the grand tapestry of existence, held little sway over him. Ryo scoffed inwardly, his disdain for such narrow-minded thinking evident in the icy glare he leveled at his companion. For Ryo knew all too well the folly of placing faith in the constraints of one's own nature, the futility of seeking solace in the shackles of tradition and convention.
Inha's indifference to their differences only served to fuel Ryo's contempt, a reminder of the gulf that lay between them, a divide as vast as the void that separated the living from the dead. For Ryo knew that true power lay not in the trappings of mortality, but in the unyielding resolve of the soul, forged in the crucible of adversity and tempered by the fires of damnation.
Ryo could sense the weight of their words, the echoes of past betrayals lingering in the spaces between them like a malignant curse. And yet, in the face of adversity, they remained steadfast in their resolve, a silent sentinel in the tumult of their own making. "I see, hopefully said share history doesn't come to bite me in the ass later" their words dripping with a veneer of false humility. his disdain for such transparent manipulation evident in the glare he leveled at them. "But given that im no one to say no to a job, im okay with the request"
He chuckled darkly, his amusement tinged with a sense of pity for their naivety. For in the world of demons and darkness, there were no bargains to be struck, no favors to be exchanged. Only the cold embrace of eternity awaited those foolish enough to seek solace in the shadows. "Do you think there's anything you could give me that i'll accept?"
"Hm, I guess I just like to go out and try, you know? Like people who always ramble about leaving their comfort zones but instead of doing like huge steps into what seems tough, I make myself comfortable right in the place around it. I do not think I need to jump into something extreme when I just can do it in a pace that brings joy rather than requiring me to go through tension before I can feel that way. I found excuses not to leave New York for the longest time, so now that I get older, I want to see a bit of the world because it interests me but it helps to know, I can go back any time. Let's say, I'd have randomly decided to move across the ocean to live there and start all over at a spot. I am unsure if I'd be happy with it."
He was used that most did not really understand his own way of thinking, but that was alright with him because Chanhee never had great ambitions, he never longed for lots of money or a career path others would admire. He just wanted to live a life that was his own, in a way that suited him. Chanhee also liked to live in the moment, without expectations, which was why it was fine that Kyo did not seem to be equally chatty, he got it wasn't for everyone, especially upon the first meeting.
"That's great, I mean you found something for yourself at the right time. I actually got into fixing things cause the janitor of the school I was sent to, he got that I wasn't much of a fit-in, so he let me spend some time in his garage, and I ended up watching him doing it. Guess, it just somehow suited my personality since I like how things always can work out, sometimes you just have to change a wheel or a cable."
He stretched: "I mean, the ocean cannot really talk like we humans do, so we need people like you to understand it so we hopefully don't all wreck it up. I think it's cool you do something important like that, even though I'm just a street kid rambling about it."
Chanhee looked at him, tilting his head before shrugging: "I like being able to take my own path and make my own decision but I'm also not against the idea. I mean, some things just seem a little too out of the ordinary to be just that. I never thought much about it."
Kyo listened intently, his gaze fixed on the speaker, a subtle flicker of understanding lighting up his eyes. In a world enamored with grand gestures and audacious leaps of faith, Kyo found solace in the quiet wisdom of measured steps and calculated risks. The words hung in the air like a delicate confession, a testament to the speaker's steadfast resolve to carve out their own path amidst the clamor of expectations. Kyo nodded in silent agreement, his own journey marked by a similar determination to chart a course that resonated with his soul, yet not the same willingness to move forward with it. In their quest for self-discovery, they had found the courage to venture beyond the confines of their comfort zone, a feat worthy of admiration. "It suits you, that way of thinking. You somehow move slowly, carefully. But so decisively" Kyo interjected, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could appreciate the speaker's journey of self-discovery, their willingness to embrace new experiences with an open heart and a curious mind. In a world consumed by the pursuit of wealth and status, their pursuit of happiness on their own terms was a refreshing reminder of the power of authenticity.
As the conversation turned to Chanhee's own interests, he spoke with a quiet confidence born from years spent navigating the labyrinth of his desires. In the simplicity of his words lay a profound truth, a testament to the transformative power of perseverance and ingenuity. "You also gravitated towards the interests of someone who was kind to you amidst an environment that wasn't. But yes, i get it, been able to turned something complex into something simple is gratifying"
Kyo stretched his limbs, the sinewy muscles protesting against the confines of his skin as he absorbed Chanhee's words with a mixture of curiosity and contemplation. The ocean, a vast expanse of untamed wilderness, beckoned to him like a siren's song, its depths shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Yet, for all its beauty, it remained an enigma, its secrets guarded jealously by the ebb and flow of its tides. Kyo felt a swell of pride at the acknowledgment, a sense of purpose coursing through his veins like a tide rising to meet the shore. "Thanks, you seem a bit more than a kid rumbling about anything. Again, you're decisive, so i appreciate it"
"Feeling like you have a choice is definitely a good reason why to go against destiny. I don't mind a bit of the magic that comes with it, though. The feeling that there's certain things that are in place constantly, and are pulling you towards them. Maybe i like the idea of knowing something it's moving even if im not"
stability knocked from her as she sways on her heels while inebriated figures brush past her , honestly . . . what was she thinking about visiting this space ?? this crowd full of mess and noise , what a lack of FINESSE . painted lips pulled taut as she scans the throng of bodies , why had she decided to wander the streets during such a busy time ?? a huff falling from her lips , well , seeing as she's already out , she may as well get a drink . the clicking of her heels is drowned out by the boisterous revelers as she approached the bar , manicured nails curled around a glass , back leaned against bar counter as her eyes searched the crowd like a predator looking for a prey . . . all these partygoers could be her future clients , whoever drawn by the strange occult and terrifying tales will always find refuge in her little antique store . she hadn't expected a companion for her night . . . she wasn't searching for one . yet when this figure leans into her , a tilt of her head as if to catch what he's trying to say and a smile tugs on estella's lips , ❝ oh ?? ❞ the antique dealer hums softly , ❝ and why should i do that ?? ❞ she queries , mirth and bemusement mingles in her tone , lifting her glass to her lips . he feels DIFFERENT from those ahead of them , something unnatural about him . there's a strange LULL to his voice that she can barely resist .
What folly had led her to this den of debauchery, this cacophony of misplaced desires? Ryo, observing from the shadows, relished in her disorientation, the scent of her vulnerability intoxicating in its potency. Why had she ventured into the heart of the city's nocturnal frenzy? Ryo could sense the flicker of doubt that gnawed at her resolve, a hunger for meaning amidst the senseless revelry.
At the bar, amidst the clamor of the crowd, Estella's presence exuded a magnetic allure, her manicured nails curling around a glass with the precision of a predator poised to strike. Ryo watched with predatory fascination as she surveyed the throng with the keen eyes of a hunter, her thoughts veiled behind a mask of bemusement.
He felt it then, the subtle shift in the air, the whisper of possibility that lingered between them like a forbidden promise. In Estella's gaze, he glimpsed the reflection of his own desires, mirrored in the depths of her darkened eyes. And as their worlds collided in a collision of shadows and secrets, Ryo knew that tonight, they would both succumb to the irresistible pull. He smiled "Could be for simple and convenient sympathy and compassion" he started, slowly gazing at her "or...a bit of interest?" he finally said, hoping the human girl who had hunt him all along was far long gone.
“exactly what kind of attitude makes someone worthy of tattoos?” she inquires, a sense of genuine amusement colouring her voice. “well, you don’t exactly seem like the type to cause trouble, but it’s not really a good idea to leave it up to someone else to decide what to put on your body forever. what if you end up regretting it? it’s so painful to undo them, trust me, you wouldn’t want to find out.” countless individuals regret their own decisions, and relinquishing autonomy to another person only invites potential catastrophe. “it’s not the only thing that caused the break-up — living together, but i guess it did accelerate the process.” she remarks with an air of nonchalance. her ability to speak so casually now stems from months spent digesting her emotions and focusing on her own growth. she shrugs, not wanting him to worry about her when the initial reason she agreed to spending time with him was that he looked like he could use some company, not vice versa. “it’s better to find out sooner than later, right?” just as trees shed dried, yellowed leaves to make way for new growth, she holds the belief that life operates on similar principles. "not yet." she playfully quips as she studies him with narrowed eyes, her tone evidently light-hearted. admittedly, she has experienced her fair share of romantic misfortunes, but a promising intuition pervades her being and she can only hope that her instincts prove true. "regret over pizza? never. life is far too short to deny yourself something so delicious." she takes a bite of the slice before her, marvelling at the explosion of flavours on her palate. "it's so good."
"Not worthy, just...matching, i don't know" utterly unsure of his words, he rejected the idea to continue, he wasn't one to talk about things he didn't know about. And he was getting closer to it. "Do you regret some of yours? I really thought i was sure at that time, about the overall decision. But yeah, time is a wild thing, not sure how i would feel today with someone's elses mind embedded into my skin" Her nonchalance, a shield against the onslaught of emotions threatening to engulf them both, spoke volumes of the months spent in silent introspection, of the painstaking journey towards self-discovery and acceptance. Tehui couldn't help but marvel at her composure, her ability to navigate the treacherous waters of their shared past with such effortless grace. "It is better, as i mentioned, time is wild, it can wreck and embellished things equally, it wouldn't be hard to wake up one day feeling you had waste your years with someone who doesn't love you back, or doesn't mean anything to you...not that it happened to you. But im saying i understand" And he did. He had felt it before. The familiarity of their banter, tempered by the weight of unspoken truths, brought a flicker of warmth to Tehui's heart, a reminder of the fragile connection that bound them together. "Ouch, that speaks volumes, are you trying already to get rid of me?" he quipped, the yet hanging in the middle of them like a small promise. Not of break up but opportunity. "are you indirectly calling me delicious?" he messed with her, taking a bite of his own slice, mimicking her actions. "One thing this neighbourhood does right is their pizza"
˖ ࣪ . 🧸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . the smile was gentle when tehui defined that he would be okay left with umi. the dedication was sweet, but she knew he'd be losing the will to live by the end of the night. "i think we're in this together now, right? if we need a break, we can hire a babysitter or something, go our separate ways for the evening. sounds fair, doesn't it" violet asked, knowing he probably wouldn't want to stick around her on their evening off from being parents. "are you hungry?" she asked, before reaching into the cupboard and bringing down a bag of chips; hardly a nutritional meal, but she was far too worn out to even comprehend getting ingredients together for a dinner.
violet poured chips in a sharing bowl before she began pottering around the kitchen again, making more bottles for the night and wiping down the sides from the eventful day. "no," she stated simply, knowing it was slightly pathetic but being relieved as such when he revealed he didn't have anyone else either. at least there wasn't any weird rivalry. yet, anyway. violet couldn't see herself with anyone for a while now anyway, not with the newly acquired baggage she had. "haven't really got the time with our new little delight." the young woman laughed, before going quiet and realising the steps that caused the two of them to be in this situation. "that's... that's not saying that you can't date, you know?" she was waiting for the kettle to boil. "maybe there should be some ground rules though? if we're going to coparent and date people at the same time, that is."
Tehui felt a flicker of reassurance amidst the tangled mess of emotions swirling within him as Violet's gentle smile graced her lips, her words carrying a sweetness that veiled a deeper complexity. The notion of being left alone with Umi didn't daunt him; it was the prospect of grappling with his own demons in solitude that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew all too well the precarious dance with despair that awaited him once the distractions of the day dissolved into the shadows of the night. Violet's voice pierced through the haze of his thoughts, a lifeline thrown into the abyss of uncertainty. Yet, Tehui couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that their paths, though momentarily intertwined, would inevitably diverge once again. The offer of respite, the suggestion of hiring a babysitter and parting ways for the evening, hung in the air like a fragile promise, tethered to the fragile threads of their fractured connection. "Sure, that sound good, fair, to be honest" Her words echoed hollowly in the caverns of his mind, a fleeting mirage of solidarity in a landscape scorched by the flames of their shared disillusionment. The bag of chips she produced from the cupboard served as a stark reminder of the mundane realities that encroached upon their fractured idyll. "Thank you" he whispered, happy to much away his sorrows. Her words hung in the air like a fragile confession, the kettle's whistle a discordant symphony to the cacophony of their shared uncertainties. 'Yeah, that seems...right. We will not be only including someone into...whatever this is..." he started, unsure of how to define them "but also into Umi's life. We should be careful" In the quiet of the kitchen everything sounded so serious. But he guessed everything was with a kid in their lives. "Maybe, let's keep each other in the know? not that you have to tell me everytime you go out with someone. But if it is going serious....or you're excited about it, i don't know. I don't want you to feel pressure but...it would be nice to know"
“that’s not what i’m saying — i just…” kyungsoo trails off, grappling with the challenge of justifying what might be perceived as unadulterated selfishness in her eyes. "i just wish you wouldn't force me to choose between the two." as someone who genuinely respects others' autonomy to make decisions about their own lives, he doesn't desire his own choices to come under scrutiny. yet, he comprehends the logic behind her disapproval — after all, who would willingly stand by and watch their beloved bleed without taking any action? perhaps what he is asking for is too much, especially from someone so gentle and radiant. his world of gore and chaos is simply too overwhelming for her delicate spirit, and she deserves a love that is simpler and purer than what he can offer. the confirmation, though not surprising, still feels like an oppressive weight upon his chest. the absence of shock within him prompts him to question whether there has always been a part of him that foresaw their eventual separation — perhaps they are inherently too dissimilar to sustain a long-lasting romantic connection, and he will soon become a forgotten chapter in her life, replaced by worthier narratives cherished close to her heart. the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks engulfs him in a profound sense of guilt and his own eyes well up with indescribable sorrow. "of course, i did." he confesses, his voice tinged with raw emotion. deep down, he still yearns for her, but it is far better to leave this part unspoken. it is for her own good to detach from him and all that he stands for. "i guess deep down i've always known that you deserve someone better."
Jia watched Kyungsoo's struggle unfold before her like a tragic tableau, his words a desperate plea for understanding in a world fraught with conflicting desires. She listened in silence, her heart heavy with the weight of his anguish, her own emotions a turbulent sea threatening to engulf her fragile spirit. She glimpsed the turmoil of a man torn between the love he craved and the guilt that consumed him. His words, though veiled in the guise of selflessness, betrayed the ache of a soul resigned to its own inadequacy, a realization that his darkness could never coexist with her light. And yet, even as she felt the tendrils of sorrow wrap around her like a suffocating shroud, Jia could not deny the flutter of longing that stirred within her heart. For despite the chaos that surrounded him, Kyungsoo remained a beacon of warmth in her tumultuous world, a reminder of the fleeting beauty that defied the cruelty of fate.
Tears welled in her eyes as she reached out to him, her touch a fragile lifeline in the tempest of their emotions. "not forcing you, I wish it wasn't even a decision you had to take" As the weight of Kyungsoo's words settled like a suffocating blanket, jia found herself drowning in a sea of conflicting emotions. There was a bitter familiarity in his admission, a resignation that echoed the silent whispers of doubt that had haunted them for far too long. The absence of shock in his eyes, mirrored by the hollow ache of her own chest, spoke volumes of the inevitable unraveling of their once-intertwined destinies.
"Don't say that, you chose me, you decided to be with me and you also decided to follow this...whole thing" was it fair to release him from the burden of her love? wouldn't it be more justify to fight for what they have after all this long? "Don't just go and say you knew all along we were destined for this. At least be honest and say it was your decision" she was not about to let go of him that easily, she would speak her mind before that. They at least deserved that.
˖ ࣪ . 🧸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . "great," he muttered to himself, picking up the book again and reading through it, peering over to see danbi opposite him still. "let's be honest here dan, you didn't think that far ahead, did you?" arlo asked, book back to the place where she'd placed it prior to attempting to grab his attention. his arms were crossed, leg still up on the table as he looked towards her, expression not changing as she moved to sit against his lap. once she'd settled, arlo acted like his leg bowed and that he was struggling to keep her up. "oof, y-you heffalump. you're heavier than you think, you know?" he pushed her to the side and off of his lap, not caring for her societal role—that was his best friend, first and foremost. he couldn't have cared if she was the president of the united states, he'd still act the same. "you didn't mean a waterpark. you'd complain about the sun all day and the chlorine in your hair. just say you're going to try and escape again. give me a hint, it's only fair."
'why do you always make me sound stupid?' she complained, throwing her weight a bit more on him without caring. danbi sighed, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation as arlo resumed his reading, his attention divided between the book in his hands and the girl seated. she couldn't help but smirk at his predictable skepticism, his words laced with a familiar blend of teasing and affection. as she settled against his lap, danbi couldn't suppress a giggle at his exaggerated struggle, his theatrical groans punctuating the air like a melodramatic soundtrack. but beneath the facade of playful banter, there lingered a deeper bond, a connection forged through years of shared laughter and whispered confidences. 'stop, don't be a crybaby' she lingered, fixing her clothes quickly. 'what's the fun on giving you a hint? it wouldn't be exactly an escape' she admitted with a mischievous glint in her eye, her lips curling into a smirk as she met his gaze. 'but i wasn't teasing...just, wished i could do more things'
close starter for @tewwor <3 setting: the art museum where ryo works
the air hung heavy with the weight of centuries-old masterpieces, each canvas a window into the tumultuous tapestry of human existence. ryo moved with an ethereal grace amidst the hallowed halls, his presence as enigmatic as the shadows that danced across the walls.
his steps echoed softly against the polished floors, a rhythmic cadence that spoke of ancient knowledge and boundless experience. for ryo, the gallery was not merely a collection of art but a sanctuary of secrets, a haven where the echoes of forgotten ages whispered tales of beauty and betrayal.
as he roamed the halls, his eyes, pools of darkness veiled by a mask of human guise, swept over the artworks with a hunger born of insatiable curiosity. each brushstroke, each stroke of the chisel, bore witness to the folly and triumph of mortal ambition, a testament to the enduring legacy of humanity's creative spirit.
but amidst the hushed reverence of the gallery, an unexpected presence stirred, a discordant note in the symphony of solitude. ryo's senses tingled with a primal instinct, a warning whisper that danced along the edges of his consciousness like a specter in the night.
turning a corner, he came face to face with the intruder, a figure cloaked in shadows and veiled in mystery. their eyes, twin orbs of obsidian that mirrored his own, bore into him with a piercing intensity, as if peering into the depths of his immortal soul.
'what are you doing here?' he questioned, lips curled into a predatory smile, a gesture both welcoming and warning in its ambiguity.
The shorter figure moved effortlessly, heading towards an assortment of boxes humans no longer held use for, suiting themself on it to cross his legs, unbothered by the alley's tense atmosphere. There was no particular need to voice that as in every meeting with them, there was a reason behind it, as all he did served a purpose although they used to remain hidden from most people's understanding. "Most would not go as far as call me their kin, too peculiar to reject the idea of those mingling with others they deem forsake, which always stirred my amusement. Is it not that humanity likes to point at us to be defying the order created by questionable forces?"
The hybrid's voice always carried a certain melodic characteristic with it, yet it was always unable to deny the lack of emotion. While his flesh partly was made of human, feelings never quite carried over, the feelings of companionship and affection, surfacing only slowly for a very selected view, turning most into an interesting object of observation to understand the unlogical actions of others.
"Well, my business opportunities have not quite changed, if anything, it seems conflict is stronger than ever and we can't complain about customers." This resulted in their chance to further expand their abilities, increased studies of magic that remained unknown to anyone but his closest. "I do not intend to bore you with the detail tho," a dark gaze met easily. "If anything, for a change, I was more interested in requesting yours. There is a piece of art I am interested in but you could say, I have an interest for it to be acquired without anyone being able to trace it back to me."
perching atop discarded boxes, ryo folded his legs with a casual elegance, echoing inha's movements as his own. his gaze, an abyss of darkness veiled by the veneer of human guise, bore into his companion with a calculated intensity. the hybrid's voice, a haunting melody laced with the echoes of ancient whispers, resonated through the alley, its cadence betraying the absence of genuine emotion. his words danced like shadows in the flickering light, revealing glimpses of a mind detached from the frailty of human sentiment.
'kinship,' ryo mused, his voice a sibilant whisper that carried the weight of ages past. 'a concept too confining for beings such as ourselves, tethered to the fringes of mortal comprehension. humanity's feeble attempts to categorize us, to impose order upon chaos, only serve to amuse.'
his eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, glinted with a hunger born of ancient desires. 'conflict,' he continued, his words dripping with a perverse fascination, 'a perennial wellspring of opportunity. In chaos, there lies potential for those with the cunning to seize it.' and he was sure the other would take his chance on it.
leaning forward, ryo's gaze bore into his companion with a predatory intensity. 'by all means, all of that amuses me, find it kinda fascinating' he purred, the edges of his lips curling into a predatory smirk. he could tell inha's wasn't one for pleasantries. 'oh, that's a surprise' as the words hung in the air, ryo's gaze found the other with chilling intensity, interest peaked. 'i would have entertain you in the gallery if art was the talk, but i understand secrecy when it's due' he rely, searching for any curious glimpses in the darkness. 'as long as you can assure me that i'll be free of any consequences, sure, im your dealer'
"Well, I pretty much just lived in New York, jumping from one mechanic job to the next. I like the city, it's like, you never end up exploring because there is always something new and every part also has its own culture and people, traditions even food. It's nice, except for the high tourist seasons where it can be a little bit of a nightmare. My life has been fairly uneventful until I left, but I do not really mind it." He often felt as if his life had only begun when he turned 18 and was no longer chained down to the whims of a man who considered him an object, the attempted second run of trying to form an heir for his company he never receive.
"It's also easy, you know? You are surrounded by people but you can be alone while doing so. Sometimes, I find that easier, not only because my social skills aren't at a peak but it's nice, just watching." It seemed Kyo was comfortable enough around him to hear such words. "Music is amazing, it helps me a lot to just turn off all that happens around me, no matter how noisy or challenging it is. I like to share and then to see what others like, my music list grows a lot like that."
Chanhee listened attentively but he would lie to say he knew a whole lot about it. The passion in Kyo's voice still hinted at how much he must enjoy his work, and that was always something he could respect. "I do think it sounds pretty cool, even for somebody who knows very little about it. How did you get into it? Something you always were interested in? Do you work at different locations or is it more like, observation from afar?" He was comfortable with the other, and asking questions was easy.
Somehow, this location suited Kyo, it was quite yet there was no denying that the dominance of nature here was stunning, it really was not a place you could find in most cities anymore. Even Central Park almost felt calm next to this. "You know, you keep saying that but your job and this, is all pretty impressive," he gave his shoulder a playful shove.
it was easy, talking to someone who didn't seek to bedazzled their life in order to conquer a conversation. he lacked social cues, but he knew the basics of human interaction and he knew egos were often at play even with the humblest of them all. yet chanhee seemed at easy with the prospect of carrying the conversation on his own and not overpowering the other at the same time. something he cherished dearly. 'uneventful it's alright. i thrived in uneventful' he chuckled, a little bit of bitterness on it 'but really, it seems like you're seeking adventure without paraphernalia of it all'
'you can learn a lot by observing. words usually don't mean much, and we are so used to feel pressured to keep a talk going even to the point of forcing it. much better to say it when you mean it' he didn't expect to be talking with the other so much, yet words keep pouring out of him seamlessly, not really pushing himself to it. 'an on going list, seems like a cute idea, to leave a place with a song from each person. or a few'
he reminded himself why he had stood in his life and his decisions. briefly remembering the days where books were his only companionship. fragmented recollections emerged like ghosts from a foggy abyss. faces twisted into sneers, mocking laughter echoing in the corridors of his mind. the weight of their words, heavy and relentless, bore down on him like a suffocating cloak. he remembered the relentless taunts, the cruel jabs that cut deeper than any blade ever could. each insult etched into his psyche like a scar, a reminder of his perceived inadequacies. 'i used to spend a lot of time on my school's library, one day i found this book with all types of interesting drawings and illustrations, details about the ocean...it seemed...easy, a whole ecosystem that worked right below ourselves, and i just never stop really reading about it' he explained, without further details. not that he could tell much. his relentless resilience had transformed in pure blissful ignorance with time.
he smiled, touching his shoulder, echoing the boy with a playful smirk. he was thankful for the boy who carelessly opened the door of the bar for him. 'do you believe in destiny?' he wondered, interrupting his trail of thoughts. 'like people are meant to discover each other, some point at some time' he wasn't sure he believe it himself. yet there, frisk air clawing through his clothes and trees whispering sweet nothing, there was a certain sparkling. letting him pondering.
There were many ways to birth those that took a shape that seemed to blend in with a world that ignored the whispers of dread. Their existence, seemingly unbothered the balance of the world soaked in guilt, rejecting the consequences of their own desires. Inha never gave into the mortal rejection of a plead, a deal one signed in, that decision hadn't been his and they had no intentions to waste away their seemingly endless lifetime to think about flesh that had long gone from this earth. Yet, he was used to the rejection of those who rose from what humans described as fire pits, and those designed for more accurate wrath than a child once inflicted with the blood of their kin, decided to be less useful than the sibling unknown.
In his diligence, he found his own power, exceeding those most were willing to give to them, ignoring how rejection was added as he reeked of death, that and the fair hint of angelic that some could not but note.
"The idea one only encounters once in a lifetime that has no official black digits for an ending, it seems to be quite a mortal idea. Even if not desired, I always find myself encountering one another more than simply once." Inha's voice carried a particular sweetness, soft as honey without any of their words being mocking, far from it, yet that smile never really fully reached his lips. It was as, if emotions withered away by the time they were meant to show. "Then, I admit this once, it was quite urged to happen, some matters only can be fulfilled by a particular one."
At the designated meeting place—a forgotten alleyway obscured by the shadows—he pauses, his senses keenly attuned to the slightest whisper of movement. And then, emerging from the darkness like a phantom, comes the half-blood demon, a creature caught between worlds, their form a twisted amalgamation of human and infernal.
Their eyes meet in a silent exchange of recognition, a shared understanding that transcends the boundaries of language and form. For Ryo knows that in Inha lies the key to unlocking the secrets of his own existence, a truth hidden in the depths of his forgotten past.
As they stand face to face in the moonlight, the air heavy with the scent of sulfur and decay, Ryo feels a primal energy coursing through his veins, a resonance that binds them together inextricably. And in that moment, he knows that their meeting is no mere coincidence, but a convergence of fate and destiny set in motion by forces beyond their comprehension. 'I was surprise at your call, not really use to my own kind reaching out, so i supposed the matter had some urgency' his footsteps echoing like a dirge in the stillness, as he gets closer to the new-found figure. 'good to see you, Inha, looking good as always, what is it that your spend your time with these days?'
close starter for @fadinglights <3 inspired by this (he's an art curator not a ceo but whatever)
as they wander through the maze of abstract sculptures and avant-garde paintings, ryo feigns interest with practiced ease, his lips curved in a semblance of a smile that fails to reach his eyes. each stroke of the artist's brush, each line and curve, is met with a nod of approval, a hollow echo of appreciation that rings false in the caverns of his soul.
but amidst the cacophony of artistic indulgence, there is a gnawing sense of emptiness that lingers in the air, a palpable void that threatens to consume him whole. for ryo knows that his presence here is but a facade, a charade orchestrated to maintain the illusion of normalcy in the eyes of the mortal world.
and yet, despite his best efforts to blend in, he cannot shake the feeling of being a wolf among sheep, a creature of darkness forced to navigate a world of light and color that is anathema to his very nature. each step he takes is a testament to his deception, a dance of shadows performed on a stage of false pretenses. 'please tell me you're at least enjoying yourself right now' his gaze flipping to his assitant, unwilling accomplice to his charade.
close starter for @cheongyang <3
amidst the swirling vortex of bodies and beats, the demon moves with the grace of a shadow, his form blending seamlessly into the frenetic dance of the crowd. but beneath the facade of anonymity, a primal instinct courses through his veins, urging him to flee, to escape the probing gaze of the human girl who hunts him like prey.
with each passing moment, her presence looms larger in his mind, a relentless specter that threatens to unravel the fragile threads of his carefully constructed disguise. and so, with a desperation born of necessity, he seeks refuge in the arms of a stranger, a solitary figure lost amidst the throng of revelers.
'be my companion for the night,' he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper that hangs in the air like a siren's song. and in the depths of the stranger's eyes, he tries to see a glimmer of understanding.
"Mh, it's fair if you feel that way, not telling you that it would be weird or something, although I doubt you are older than myself but then, I am here on this journey because I have done the same thing for years and felt like a change. That probably doesn't exactly qualify me for giving speeches about this topic," Chanhee joked, but he was okay to make jokes about himself. Age and time were an odd thing, he was not too worried about it but he understood why he felt that way.
"We can try it and if not, we cheat and take some fun photos together. No rule says you have to be a skateboarder to take pictures with it." He just liked to share the things he enjoyed doing those days, it was still something new to Chanhee who was so used to just doing things on his own. He emptied his cup and left it at the nearby trash as he followed along, listening. "We could do that, I can make us a playlist, we can share earbuds so we still hear things around it and relax a bit or just relax, no music needed."
He made a mental note to look it up tonight, get an idea what it was like. "That sounds very complicated and important at the same time, certainly in the level of cool as hell even tho I do not know anything about that." Somehow, he could imagine Kyo in a style of scientist that just also looked really cool, making unique discoveries but then maybe, his imagination was running ahead here. "It's fine, having found what suits you. You should tell me more about it next time."
'you qualify in my eyes' he assured, nodding away with certainty. the boy had explored more than he ever dreamed of. put himself out there for the world to willingly change him. he had never been ready for that, not ever sure enough, confident enough. way too many busy thoughts in his mind to paralysed him. 'what did you do before travelling?' he questioned, not sure if his curiosity would be welcomed.
he chuckled at the notion, his partially dumb limbs trying to simulate the act of skateboarding without actually doing it. he wasn't sure that was his thing either. yet the thought made him laughed. 'im into all that, sounds good when you put it that way, not sure i've ever share music with someone' he was actually sure that he had never done it. too afraid of sharing something he enjoy with strangers.
'oh, nothing really cool, we analize mainly oceanography to study marine organisms. the coolest part is the scuba diving safety procedures, and even that comes with a fair share of protocol' from all of the educational realms he could have taken, it wasn't technically something kids or often adults where particular interested in. yet he loved what he did. 'i specialised in marine mammals, means i explore the behaviors, population dynamics and health of them' he stopped talking, fearing he was already saying too much.
'so here it is' they have finally arrived at the place, the air is heavy with the scent of earth and foliage, a heady perfume that fills the senses. the pathways wind their way through a labyrinth of towering trees and manicured lawns, each twist and turn revealing a new vista more breathtaking than the last. shafts of golden sunlight filter through the branches overhead, dappling the ground in a patchwork of light and shadow. 'not much but...it does it's thing'
You have been kidnapped by the mafia, the reason? Someone who’s very high up has a child who has a crush on you.
close starter for @meantome <3 setting: a hazy party, ryo is getting tired of being surrounded by humans
the air is thick with the heady scent of sweat and alcohol, a sickly-sweet perfume that clings to the skin and seeps into the very marrow of one's bones. the symphony of voices rises like a discordant symphony, each note a dagger that pierces the fragile veil of his sanity.
amidst the frenetic energy of the party, ryo stands as a solitary figure, his form a silhouette against the pulsating lights and shifting shadows. his eyes, twin pools of abyssal darkness, flicker with an inner fire that threatens to consume him whole.
the clamor of the crowd washes over him like a tidal wave, drowning out the voices in his head with a deafening roar. his skin prickles with a palpable sense of unease, a primal instinct that screams at him to flee, to escape the suffocating embrace of humanity.
but he remains rooted to the spot, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap, his teeth bared in a silent snarl of defiance. for ryo knows that to give in to his basest instincts would be to surrender to the darkness that lurks within him, to embrace the chaos that threatens to consume him. 'would you like to step out for a few minutes?'
