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⊱Apprentice⊰ Caesar & Sungyeol
Actually— he was to be expecting someone he believed. Such a cluttered mind he had at times. Between interviews and hiring assistants, making lists of things he needed, he simply let things slip his mind. Should he prepare tea to be more welcoming to company? He wasn’t entirely sure, people in his home was often a rarity in most cases. And now he had to start from scratch and all over again now that he moved.
Sungyeol didnt know what to make of Ceaser, but the excitment in his stomach was more than enough to set the tone for the entire day. Art had been his passion for as long as he could remember, for as long a she could hold a writing utensil in his hand. With swift and languid movements that most envied, he took pride in it his entire life.
He loved all art, all artists every form of art there was he grew to love and adore in some way shape or form. But drawing, yes - painting, drawing, anything along those lines. That was his vice, his escape - the thing that brought him peace.
Up until a year ago.
Now he could barely look at the things on the paper, he needed help. It was the only thing keeping all his little cracked and broken pieces together, if he lost the single thing that he truly prided himself on he would surely cease to exist. If his art was dead he was dead. It was that simple and there was no way around it.
Trepidation boiled in his stomach as he stood infront of the door of a man he barely knew, taking half a second to reconsider and leave. (He'd hate to dissapoint) Heaving a sigh he allowed his knuckles to knock along the thick wood of the door, holding his back closely too him as if already hiding his work. Most of it was just portraits of people, things, scenes. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Possibly extraordinary to most but to an arist, a person who had eyes of an artist, would know his drawings were purely amature.
And so with the bundle of nervs in his throat he waited impatiently infront of the door so he could be let in. Pursing his lips and staring down at his feet, hating to catch the eye of a man with beautiful gifts that he couldnt only hope to have.
Flower boy.
a body shifted to turn to the other guy, head resting on his open palm, he eyed sungyeol with curious eyes, “hard time finding inspiration sungyeollie?” he bit the corner of his bottom lip for perhaps the words had more weight to them than intended— eyes quick and swift hand that picked a loner flower which soon took place on top of his ear, an eyebrow cocks as he strikes a smile full of charm, “maybe you need a touch up of beauty there then?” a smug look takes over his features.
【 ❝…just forget little sungyeol…find a new inspiration and forget…❞】
His body shook, a slight gasp sucked through his dried lips. Licking them absentmindedly before turning at the waist, only to meet the gaze of a familiar face. Eyes immediately locked, flower petals flutter from his hair and wind up fluttering in his stomach. Flicking away at the flower pieces he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes didnt leave the other hunter. Stuck, almost.
Sungyeol sighed while Myungsoo viewed his trash, the mistakes, everything. Absorbing the stoic facial expressions of the others seemingly perfect facial features, he was art in himself. Myungsoo was beautiful in his own ways, but Sungyeol never focused more so on his physical appearence. His inside were bright, his bones made of diamonds and his skin was beautiful woven silk.
His blood was the sweetest of wines, that only those of wealth could drink but chose to not purely because it was too expensive to waste. The way his eyes light up brought even the brightest star to shame, so kind and caring in his own personal way that brought a warmth to his chest that nobody else gave him, besides
"Something like that."
Myungsoo was truly a beautiful person, he filled the spaces in in sungyeols heart and mind comfortably. So much so it made his heart ache when the other hunter was around, and the smile he wore on his lips was one specifically for Myungsoo. The other crumbled the paper once again and Sungyeol took it as his friend agreed with the mistakes, it wasnt worthy for others to see, but Sungyeol had come to terms with his art faltering.
Picking the paper up an shoving it into his bag, to avoid littering the beautiful haven that was this spot. His favorite spot, that he was now sharing with his favorite person.
Fluttering his eyes shut he nodded before allowing his form to lay back, the small crunch of flowers beneath his form. Locking his fingers together ontop of his stomach, eyes glancing towards the other before his head fully turned.
The flower pressed behind the others ear allowed his smile to grow further, Myungsoo was truly beautiful. Inside and out.
"Are you suggesting yourself?" his laugh was dry, reaching his finger out to gently grazed against the back of Myungsoos hand. "Maybe." his index finger curled around the others, pulling your ligiment closer to his own body. Though he'd never be capable of drawing his friend, Sungyeols lines were sharp and rough while Myungsoos features were soft and languid and perfectly defined.
burn your fears
"why not? everyone says kids should not play with fire. blanc is not a kid!" enthralled she is, as she quips, her eyes now set ablaze by mischief and unfortunate sadistic tendencies - bright and uncontrollable
like the fire contained in the lighter she just pulled out.
Sungyeol found himself struck quiet again, who didn't like chocolate? the thought alone brought a faint half smile to his lips before his attention was back towards her. Her body movements, he could feel the tension building - suffocating him. Tense. He was tense.
"Sorry" he snaps almost immediately to ease any thick tension around him, coating his lungs and straining his breath.
Playing with his fingers in an uncomfortable manner he felt the nerves build inside hhim. "It's dangerous." he retorts quickly, forcing the muscles in his face to remain relaxed.
she was drinking in his reactions, he felt her eyes watch him. The subtle gestures and as he was becoming aware of that he couldnt help but uncomfortably shifting the moment a lighter is brought out. Tears threatened to sting his eyes but he desperately swallowed it back, his heart race was starting to elevate but he did his best to keep his breathing at a harmonic rhythm, normal and calm.
Unwavered - not scared, and certainly not terrified
But god was he, the blood in his veins was rushing and allowing his heart to race. Slamming against his rib cage and causing him to struggle with his breath, it hitched and that showed. Fingers curling into fists against his legs before pretending to just scratch at his legs, but his nerves were screaming.
His chest ached, and his skin already felt the unforgiving burn of the fire that licked his skin so tenderly in the past. The apparent scars felt hot under his clothing, holding his breath to supress a whimper.
Home.
"don’t people ever call anymore." she mutters, a disgruntled look on her face, but her hand is hesitant and gentle as it reaches out, brushing against the skin of his face and tucking his hair back. “i would have come home sooner if i knew you were gonna stop by.”
she clicks her tongue, and her hand reaches down to grab at one of the blankets on the floor, tossing it over his form. she tucks it around him, ignoring the pain in her body — sungyeol comes first after all.
it’s a duty she’s given herself, despite whatever he felt. the guilt she feels — she feels it’s only right.
The soft touch, the gentle tickle to his sensitive skin caused him to twitch.
Scaring him out of his slumper almost immediately, his eyes shot open and his arm stretched out to grip at the smaller more frail wrist. Chest heaving as he frantically searched the room, before locking his gaze onto hers.
Immediately everything went slack, his muscles relaxed and his breathing calmed within seconds.
"Boa.." His voice broke into almost a whine, sighing.
Leaning forward he pressed his forehead into the bend of her neck, taking in her scent before his fingers desperately searched for her hands.
"Im sorry, i was so tired and.."
The words rest laden on his tongue but he didnt want to finish the sentence, nor did he truly felt like he had too. She knew.
She knew everything.
But it's because he allowed her to know everything.
Most were kept at arms length for sungyeol but he chose to allow his arms to hold her close, protect her if he found it needed. His prescious person.
Kim Boa.
His Kim Boa;
Thats how he viewed her in his mind, selfish as it was he couldnt help it.
Eyes immediatly fluttering shut as his eyes loosely hung around her shoulders, nuzzling his nose against the expanse of her neck.
burn your fears
”do you have a favorite scent?”
her sharp words pierce silent air. her dark eyes turn to meet his awaiting gaze.
it’s a death wish in disguise - sitting this close to a hunter that could probably eradicate her existence in a matter of seconds. no matter, she muses with dangling legs swaying & pallid looking hands clapping. what fun is there to be restrained within walls called a home when one could be chasing after perishable life, by lingering next to another honored to grasp onto it and steal it away from under her nose!
sungyeol is close - close enough. "father told me i should grow accustomed to the metallic air when one from the northern pack is struck down. he says i must feel proud and more ambitious. i didn’t dare to ask, ‘why must i like the smell of blood, when there are so many better things— like the flowers that have bloomed, the humid air after the rain, & the dust in old books that waited to be read?’ ”
she wears a frown, curious lips start to spill again. "i wonder if the smoke of a fire is considered as a smell. tell me, sungyeol! i want to know!”
It wasn't a question asked frequently, he took hold of the silence to allow the answer to come to mind.
Pursing his lips as he couldn't think of an answer, her presence, how close she was had become far more apparent to him. Swallowing thick before he pulled something from the air to offer her. "Chocolate."
Eyes trained on his fingers, his lips pressed together in a tight line as she started to speak in a way that left him uncomfortable. The blood of the northern pack? his brow twitched, it reminded im of his family.
Whome he had grown to detest as of late.
Immediately his attention was torn from his fingers as he looked up at her, his eyes begging her to not. "Fire? No its not a smell i promise. We dont need a fire."
Flower boy.
Its calm.
It's quiet.
It was how he personally chose to spend most of his afternoons off, after he was done straining his mind and body with tasks that chose to suck the life out of both. His bones ached his ankles, more specifically. Though it was his choice to press forward uphill to reach the part of Jeju that calmed im the most, it over looked the sea and the scent brought him at ease.
Yellow flowers painted the feilds and he had the view of the word from that spot, he sat there often. Sitting down, crossing one leg over the other and pulling his sketchbook from the confines of his bag. Aimlessly searching for his pencil as he smoothed out the surface and used his free arm to weigh it down from the subtle brush of wind that was pushing his fringe infront of his face.
Placing lead to parchment his wrist flicked as lines started to gather on the blank space, filling it slowly but surely with whatever came to mind. But today he truly felt inlove with the water, he expresses that love in the soft marks of his pencil. The languid movements allowing the flow of the imagery to project his idea from his mind to the paper.
His gaze vigeriously shifting between the paper and the view before him, almost a perfect replica minus the rough edges that were becoming prominent in his vision and leaving him frustrated. He sighed before placing a flat palm to the parchment and ripping it off the thin metal, and placing the ball elsewhere.
Sungyeols art wasn't what it use to be, his hand wasn't nearly as steady as it was a year ago. His lines were rough, rigid. Being the perfectionist that he was he couldn't allow such mistakes to be viewed by the eye of anyone but himself, they didnt see what he did.
From an outside look, his art was well, art. To him it was a mess that lacked exact outlines, improper shading, and poor proportions. A year had passed since his art went down hill, his inspiration had been burned in a fire by a freak car accident.
He swallows thick at the thought.
Placing both pad and pencil down beside him as he sucked in a breath of fresh air, to cool his head - ease his mind out of such a dark place.
A small pang of pain, a brief warmth shot to his chest, and then he was fine.
Oh how he craved to be able to gain something so prescious back, that he had lost. His art, amongst the obvious. His creativity, the lightness his hand use to feel.
Running is fingers through his hair his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, he needed that moment to take in more air. Get his blood flowing, so he turned the water. Focused on how many birds flew by, the way the waves curled before they crashed to the sand. Simple things pleased him, he found the beauty in nature as often as he did in humanity. Regardless of the cruelty it has shown him.
Wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them to his chest, he used his knees as a rest for his chin as he continued to admire what god had blessed him with. He was thankful to breath, and the be able to see such a sight on a beautiful day.
It made him wish he wasnt alone, eyes closing shut to listen to the sounds. He exhaled slowly before his bottom lip jutt out into a pout. He was fine by himself today, it'd be troublesom to place his desire for company onto someone who was probably busy.
He was fine, it was quiet -
plots/relationships.
❝ Ache.
Sungyeol, though when with people close to him he indulges in an affectionate gesture here and there, he cringes and stifens beneath the touch of most people. You're one of them, youre to intrusive to his personal space and it leaves him feeling somewhat sickened; Your reasoning could simply be the thrill of watching him squirm, maybe it's a crush that he is aggressively trying to avoid. Regardless of the reason (obviously up for discussion) he rejects your advances, cringes at your touch, walks in the opposite direction when he see's you. Often questioning wy you force yourself on him;
❝ Clutch.
This plot/relationship is quite the opposite; In this one he clings to you, though this is not a crush by any means. But he desires your attention, and prefers you over other people. He can breath, smile, act somewhat normal around you. He enjoys the subtle exchange in skinship and clutches to the idea of you being by his side for no apparent reason besides the mean of company. But you're cherished, you run through his mind on those nights when he feels the most alone.
❝ Emnity.
Through Sungyeols trials, the biggest event in his life was the passing of the person he loved. During this experience and after it, it would be understandable that his attitude, and how he is - the choices he's made up until this point could be irritating. Boarder line grating on your last nerve, his actions were thoughtless, careless, pathetic even. He was willing to give his life to be with a girl, it can even be seen as a betrayle to the hunters. Why is he even here? Why is he so mopey? get over it.
❝ Heart.
Of course his heart aches for his beloved; But there is a time where he does inevitably have to move on, so theres you. Oh, you. Beautiful you, the storm in his mind is calmed - youre the sun that breaks through the clouds. Maybe its you're smile, or how he genuinely feels like you care. Who knows - but its something, something special.
❝ Body.
Mutated genes or not, he is a man with blood in his veins and a heart being in his chest. He is equally as suseptible to needs, desires and cravings as the next person. Though if its here and there, it's nothing. No strings attatched, he isnt even obligated( or atleast he doesnt feel like he is ) to talk to you the next day. Exceptionally detatched emotionally this is purely physical, this is an exchange in desires and needs.
❝ Mind.
Comfortable silence is shared between you two more often then not, a mutual understanding of one anothers humor. He's most himself around you, not his best friend persay but something along those lines. He's at peace when you're around, he allows himself to breath easier and smile more - and certainly frown less. He talks more, laughs louder.
❝ Muse.
Sungyeol would certainly consider himself an artist, the way he leads his pencil along blank parchment. He greats art, he admires the little things, the smallest features and details in people, things, animals, objects, you. The way your hair falls over your face or shoulders, the way your lips curve in that extra special way that makes the tips of his fingers itch and he has this urge to sketch you. ( Yes, like one of his french girls. )You inspire him to work, improve. He has to draw your face perfectly, make every countour of your visage has to be perfect. You're beautiful, flawless. He adores your face, the way you look.
❝ Quench.
This is a typical plot where our muses get drunk, obviously there isnt a huge need for explination for this. How our muses deal with being intoxicated will be discussed. But lets say theyre extremely intoxicated for the means of escape, for the fun, because hes young, theyre young. Why not?
❝ Trip.
Something about Sungyeol is hard for you to not pick on, maybe it's just the way he carries himself. Maybe you find him weak, helpless. You just can't seem to help yourself but to tease him, whether its out of a sick/odd friendship or a genuine dislike for one another - or towards sungyeol for whatever reason. This is how you two are.
❝ Mourn.
Are you okay.Amongst a few other choiced words, those are the three he wished he heard from his parents, Sungyeol hadn't properly mourned, and nobody has really seemed to show much care after her passing. Shoved immediately into school, and practice. You -- somebody, anybody, finally asks. He breaks, his heart, his bones everything br e a k s. You could be a perfect stranger or someone close to him, hit it happens, its pathetic. And hard to watch, and you're stuck there.
❝ Comrade.
Partners, allys, companion, friend? You two work together, you trust each other with your lives regardless of the relationshop between the both of you. You have no choice, without the other you'd die, pride doesn't matter when you have to fight for your lives.
❝ Nostalgia.
Ex girlfriend, Ex lover, old flame. How are you -- are you well? It will only be found out soon enough. Was this a bitter parting? or a mutual understanding. Did he leave you because of his vampire love? Did you leave him?
❝ Toxic.
Everyone has a vice, a way they cope with the hardships in their life. Be it drugs, alcohol, music, drawing,sex,walking, smoking. Purely doing bad impulsive things, Sungyeol is weak in some aspects and is always capable of succumbing to peer pressure of all kinds. To what extent isnt known just quite yet. Simply put, you're a bad influence, or you're trying to be.
❝ Scars.
This is a quarrel, between sungyeol and a super natural - or even a hunter. Some people just don't get along, its in their DNA to just dislike each other, spit fire when they speak. The thought of eachother brings your blood to a boil, and make you grind your teeth.
❝ Heat.
Sungyeol has an undeniable fear of fire, and in some way or another this fear was exploited. Be it a camp fire? reckless and sick idea of fun -- He's terrified, mortified, paralyzed by fear.
❝ Calm.
Taken place the day after the incident, possibly the only person to ask, to check up on him. Make sure hes okay, and he is a mess -- his psyche is somewhat questioned. He hasn't eaten, he hasn't slept. He hasn't spoken or dared look anyone in the eye, he's quiet. This is a concern, you haven't heard from im -- thats odd.
❝ Storm.
Beligerant, angry, confused. Livid - lost. This is him acting out to the pain of her passing, he acts out - breaking things. Choked sobs, and desperate desire for attention but someone to restrain im. To stop im from truly ending his life.
❝ Bitter.
Sungyeol is a lot of things and one of the traits he holds with pride is he's a good listener, you come to him often because he listens. Speaks if he needs, and offers his advice the best he can. You can say they're close, you trust im and he enjoys helping when he can. Your company is nice and he certainly worries.
❝ Learn.
There's that peson you look for immediately in class when projects are given out. You both always look at eachother, you both cherish the time you spend studying together.
These are all rough ideas, i literally pulled from the sky and put into smaller forms of raw ideas for plots. These arn't meant to be exact, Theyre here to inspire ideas and have a starting point for plots. These are all open to all genders, and species. These can be altered a little or altered heavily its perfectly okay.
Everyone in the world comes at some point to suffering.
I wonder when i will
i wonder;
Everyone is out searching for someone or something.
I wonder what ill find.
i wonder
Home.
Sungyeol no longer felt like his home was his own, it was as if he were just a guest within a strangers house. It wasn't his home, and it hadn't been for quite some time now. Regardless of where he was within those walls he felt stiff, watched. Judged even. do your homework, go practice.
It was never; how was your day? are you okay. His parents didnt waste their time with such questions, their breath was far to prescious to waste on their child with silly questions such as that. Sleep never greeted him when he slept in his bed, tossing and turning - trashing beneath his bed sheets praying to a higher power that he could be blessed with sleep.
No, not here.
Suddenly he remembers the key he had resting in the back of his sock drawer, though he had never had intentions of using it. His memory of its use had never been more prominant in his mind, it burned the wood in the back of his drawer screaming to be used - though his pride kept him in his bed drenched in sweat from waking up violently. ( the ten minutes of sleep he did get)
Sungyeol thought of Boa more than anything, since that was her gift to him.
a key.
a key to her home.
When the simple piece of metal was gifted to him, he had the audacity to allow a scoff to rip from his throat and laugh in her face. He swore he'd never use it but today he'd swallow his pride, his skin felt like it was vibrating, his bones made of rubber when he pulled himself out of his bed.
His body ached for the comfort sleep brought and he was thankful she wasn't too far away. Leaving with nothing but the clothes on his back and a pair of shoes he slipped on when he walked outside, it was breezy - pulling his hood up and over hair hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.
Counting how many steps it took to get to her house to make the time pass, he didnt speak a word to his parents since they didnt care; all they cared about was his grades. Holding the key tight within his palms and he was sure there would be an imprint left on his hand after the fact.
She had always been the first person to come to mind when it came to means of comfort.
It was about four hundred and eighty seven steps later that her home came into view and the corner of his mouth to pull into a half smile, excitment boiled in his stomach;
To sleep,
To see her.
Knocking thrice on the door for good measure (and manners), waiting a good twenty seconds before he used the key she had given him to unlock the door to her home. Carefully stepping in as his eyes explored every crevis and corner only to assume she wasn't home, he frowned but her natural scent filled the room and immediately brought him a sense of comfort.
finally.
Slipping his shoes off he made his way towards her room, running off of an educated guess. The scattered clothes and miscellaneous items covering her floor solidified his guess but his attention was on her unmade bed, which seemed so inviting at this moment.
A soft shudder of undeniable exhaustion shook him whole as he landed onto her bed lazily, ligiments curling around the blankets and his cheek nuzzling against the pillow. Immediately his eyes felt heavy, sleep was pulling at his lashes to close his eyes. Greeting him happily as comfort washed over him, the muscles that overworked themselves had finally relaxed and before he knew it he was asleep.
These types of things were seldom to Sungyeols normal actions, he kept to himself most of the time, but he saught out this personal heaven because he knew he would be safe. The weeks of struggling to sleep had meant nothing, melted away within seconds of being in Boas bed. Finally able to sleep peacefully, in god knows how long.
I’m not sure if I’m ready yet to find out the hard way
How strong I am.
What I’m made of.
I’m not sure if I’m ready yet to walk through the fire.
I’m not sure I can handle it.
Do you think if the heart keeps on shrinking
One day there will be no heart at all?
And how long does it take?
Am I better off just bursting or br e a k ing?
Because I don’t see my heart getting strong.
You cross my mind from time to time;
And i mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and w h y.
So i retrace our every step with an unsure pen.
trying to figure out what my head thinks,
but my head just isn't what it used to be.