stupid cupid

we're after the same rainbow's end

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consilian·:

grinding her teeth would have been considered less than ladylike in other times. as it stands right now, sanna fixates sooyoung with a stern gaze in the hopes of easing some of that youthful, almost naive enthusiasm with which she’s being met at present. you see, sooyoung’s fault is not that she’s buzzing with zeal but that she’s doing so around sanna.

while no stranger to the various shades of happiness, which to her includes excitement, she finds it strange to see someone else embrace that same endeavour with such openness, as though expecting no less from those surrounding her. the people she knows are usually guarded and careful to maintain whatever image they have been crafting for themselves and this is something she too, has grown used to over the years.

sooyoung’s presence could be considered a fresh breath of air in that regard      and it makes sanna’s posture relax a little as she leans into the back of the seat, eyes softening a little while she continues to watch the other woman. she shouldn’t hold another’s feelings against her, despite her own rather imperious sentiments regarding the matter.

“my dear, has someone ever told you that you ask too much at once?” and she tries; to keep out the amusement that laces her tone, in spite of the furrowed brows and the slightly clenched jaw. sanna usually makes no excuses to be seen so easily but something in the younger makes her think a little less clearly; like being seen is no harmful thing at all.

“you are the embodiment of what bursting at the seams implies. do you think you could go a minute or two without talking?” there’s mischief now that spreads across her features, something to lure the younger into the trap she’s setting. sanna has yet to see if there’s a adventurous spirit within the younger but she should like to see; even if she has to endure all those inquiries into her personal life.

“i’ll tell you one thing, though,” she smiles now, fixating her gaze on the empty cup of hot chocolate again as though in the midst of a performance. “i’ll invite you to see what my job is. you might as well receive your own impression then.”

“mm, i don’t think so.” the cupid tilts her head quizzically to the side, bottom lit jutting out ever so slightly. “is it a bad thing?” she briefly wonders if she hasn’t quite gotten the hang of human speech patterns despite walking amongst them for quite some time. it was a wonder she hadn’t outed herself yet, though perhaps that was due to pure luck and nothing more.

“let me think about it.” sooyoung taps her head a few times in an attempt to mimic the way humans dramatically show off that their thinking forgetting that it’s actually their chin they usually tap. “nope! i like talking, how else will i get to know you, sanna?” a small giggle escapes her then as she meets eyes with the other, still hoping that in time she’d manage to convince the other to get her another cup of hot chocolate if she played along for a bit before asking again.

at the mention of the other’s job, sooyoung perks up even more, eyes wdening slightly. she’d been curious since the moment she met the other, and now she’d finally get a chance to answer at least one of her questions.

“ah, really? when can i come? do you go to work soon? is it far?” the words shoot out fast, her hands flailing around animatedly before she calms herself and lowers her tone just abov a whisper. “does it cost me money to attend?”

she laughs again, nudging her emoty glass towards the other. 

“also, can i get another hot chocolate now?”

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hi i’m not dead i just broke my hand

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actwo·:

cont. / @rudimentari

he’s drawn to her by the way people ignore her. they walk past her because they don’t care, and they walk past him because bouquets in the aftermath of the holidays are worth— is there a word for less than nothing? funny how he steps to the side to reach her and immediately gets sidetracked himself. jiang doesn’t recall speaking up until she opens her mouth, “ah”. he senses it then.

   this marks the third time he’s been this close to a person, or the illusion of it, not near human. it feels just as awful, if a bit comforting.

   by virtue of being dense, jiang finds he’s still here. even after she falls against him and he lifts his arm over her to salvage what he can from his bouquet, even after she rambles about her misery, he’s still here. compelled to remain that way under the guise of i guess i’d hate to be you, jiang shakes his head. “ i’m a good listener. ” to his left, the invasive glare of the passing car’s lights. to his right, a girl he’s not responsible of but also can’t leave now. her compliments translate into no more than a tentative smile while he deduces humoring this further holds no danger because, for one, she’s familiar. different like him. than him, even. worst coming to worst can’t happen when he has the means to defend himself in some way.

   or; jiang is wrong and this thrill is infinitely stupid and she means trouble.

   he wouldn’t want to find out any other way than himself.

   underplaying in his mind the conflict this could bring, he halts the fidgeting, “ i can help you, if you want. i think i can. my apartment’s across the street, let’s, um, we can have dinner and figure your situation out. ” two of which he’s counted now. he addresses the second,

   “ stranger, do you think can you walk? ” 

she wanted to bounce up and down in excitement, it was finally her chance to shine! somewhere along the way playing matchmaker for humans had become incredibly boring, most of the people she’d been assigned to truly being the most cookie cutter of men and women. sooyoung isn’t sure if the other has figured out she’s not quite human either, but she knows better than to bring it up now in case he’s still none the wiser. 

chances like this were few and far between. she smiles, more to herself, and meets his eyes, cheeks slightly flushed. 

“i can walk, yeah, as long as you don’t mind me stumbling here and there.” she nearly stutters a few times, speaking too fast, now unable to mask all her excitement. she chastises herself mentally and tries to play it off as gratefulness, offering him her small smile. “i really appreciate it.”

she’s unsure if her interest towards him comes from the potential matchmaking process (though he really had no choice in that matter if sooyoung had anything to say about it) or just the fact she’d be interacting with someone similar to her yet still so different. were non-humans as weird as the species she had to spend so much time with or were they much more intriguing? she could only find out by spending time around them, that’s what she told herself.

the chance of him being dangerous rests in the back of her mind, but the thought is overwhelmed by her own desire for fun and knowledge, so she pushes herself off the wall without another thought and takes a few shaky steps forward.

“i really can’t thank you enough.” she continues before noticing the damage she’d caused to the flowers. “ah, and... um, sorry about the flowers. i can get you some new ones.” she looks towards the ground shyly, genuinely feeling bad then looks towards the street that’s bustling with life. “anyway, lead the way!”

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‘ you can barely stand. ’

prompt x accepting

her legs tremble and she places her palms flat against the wall to keep her balance. she notes the people passing herby despite her rather disheveled appearance and lack of balance and chalks it up to the wonderful human hospitality she’d witnessed time and time again. oh, how she loathed working with such creatures. she nearly scowls as another set of human boys causing a ruckus completely pass her by but maintains her weak and demure facade, taking a shaky step as a small gasp escapes her lips. another step and she hears a voice, the one she’d been hoping for. the cupid lifts her head to catch the other’s eye, a small frown on her face. 

“ah," another shaky step for show, this time making sure she tumbles into the other, hands bracing themselves against his chest. she smiles to herself beneath her hair before masking it with a look of shock, pulling herself away as quick as she could. she’d confirmed it, there was a different aura around supernatural beings, but it always seemed to take her some effort to affirm that they were not human. now the fun could truly begin. she presses herself up against the wall again, wondering if he was aware she also wasn’t human. for now, she’d keep the act up. “my boyfriend kicked me out and all my stuff is still there, including my money. i don’t have anywhere to stay and i haven’t eaten in a while.”

she pauses, looking away for show. “oh, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to bother you with my problems. i should probably get going, i’m sure he’ll let me back in eventually. i mean it’s illegal to keep all my stuff, right?” knowing only of the beginning of human relationships, she hopes this is a logical scenario. once she gains his trust she’ll spring the truth on him. she’d never played matchmaker for a supernatural being before and she wasn’t about to let the chance go. he seemed to be the opposite of violent unlike what the higher-ups always preached. maybe this would be her gateway to the supernatural world. “thanks for checking on me, though. you’re quite nice, aren’t you?”

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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@consilian x cont.

perhaps the greatest thing about the human world was the fact that chocolate existed. of course, cupids knew a great deal about the sweet as it was used quite often for courting purposes, in the new age and old, but sooyoung wasn’t sure if many other cupids had acquired such a taste for it as she had. there were few things that could bring sooyoung out of a bad mood as quickly as chocolate, so when the chance came around to get her hands on some more of the delectable item, she couldn’t say no. 

that’s how she found herself in this situation, two cups of hot cholate down, one her own and the other having once belonged to her newest friend. at least, that’s what she was going to call her. the sweet drink was now resting warmly in her stomach, and while the cupid was aware having another cup would only mean certain doom later on in the night, sooyoung couldn’t help but ask for another. of course, and she should have known this, her request was denied. 

“but, sanna!” she draws out the other’s name, huffing before jutting her bottom lip out into a pout, eyebrows furrowing together as she crosses her arms over her chest. “fine, fine. if i can’t have another, can you at least answer my questions?”

it’s her turn to lean forward, placing both the palms of her hands flat against the table between them, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“i deal with chocolate a lot anyway, so forget money, in return i can get you a lifetime supply of the stuff.” another small laugh, this time followed by a sigh as she pouts a bit again, looking down at the table wistfully. “sometimes i wish someone would buy me a bouquet of chocolate. i don’t wanna hand em out anymore.”

her eyes flash back to sanna’s again, smile returning as her brows rise.

“so, tell me more about your job. pretty please?”

[fysne]

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