𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ; an indie & mutuals-only multimuse featuring canon & original muses. fandoms include baldur's gate three / dungeons & dragons, vampire: the masquerade, mythology, marvel comics, and the council witch series.
a study in self-discovery through pain, trusting your gut, death & redemption, beauty & truth in the darkness, letting your nature nurture you, justice over law, finding strength in loneliness, and biting every hand that tries to kill you
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐗 ; she / her , black, queer, 30s. mst / utc -7. low / slow activity. intended for mature (21+) audiences. (prev. nightblooms, fatereaps, spiritcrown). 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄
keturah baptiste, vampire ⸻ primary
huáng méiyǔ, royal concubine ⸻ test
li ruolan, princess / deity of love & joy ⸻ test
moon yi-seul, crime syndicate oracle ⸻ primary
nejanah stormcloake, aasimar cleric ⸻ primary
pasha devereaux, elemental witch ⸻ primary
sebastian liu, vampire ranger ⸻ secondary
xiadanni tlalocatl, werejaguar & thief ⸻ test
yasarra arabval, drow monk / the dark urge ⸻ primary
Watching as Yiseul shifted her arm, he let out a quiet sigh and just nodded his head as a silent sign he’d understood. Letting his gaze linger on the scar, he realized how close he’d come to never having met her. Just the thought of it pained him, and as much as it repulsed him, he couldn’t help but thank Jae-Seok that he hadn’t let her die. It had caused her pain and suffering, no doubt, but he’d spend the rest of their lives trying to make up for it.
“Assuming you’re going to stay where I think you will, the floorboards are an easy hiding spot. It’s where I used to hide my art supplies when I was younger. No one ever thinks to check there.” Not that he thought there’d be any real need to be that sneaky about it. His grandfather was controlling, but not ‘conducts frequent searches of a room’ kind of controlling. At least he didn’t think so.
Whenever she settled with her head on his chest, he let out a quiet, content sigh as he closed his eyes again after all, his fingers mindlessly playing with her hair. Then he let out a quiet chuckle and nodded his head once more. “Of course, I’ll show you. Looks like we’ll have plenty of time just lying around, so I’m sure we’ll have enough time.” Falling silent for a moment, he contemplated her question and finally settled on the name he seemed to use for anything that was a rebellion of sorts. “Matt. Save me as Matt. No one will recognize the name.”
Then he fell quiet again, exhaustion once again tugging at him and making him struggle to stay awake. But there was one more thing that had been on his mind. One more thing he wanted and needed to get out. “Yiseul?” he started quietly, his voice a bit shaky and uncertain, and there was no doubt in his mind she could hear his heart pounding in his chest now. “Before we go back… Before we’re forced to be apart… Will you… Will you marry me? I know it’s not.. Super romantic, and I don’t have any rings or anything, I just… I don’t know. You don’t have to. You can say no, of course. I won’t be mad. I just know you are my future, and I... I want to make that promise to you before I have to act as though you're not.”
he was doing something akin to magic, the fingers in her hair weaving an intricate spell that soothed her nerves. with the added rumble of his voice and the tattoo of his heart underneath her ear, yiseul found herself being lulled into a space between wakefulness and dreaming. even injured, even with all her worries, long zhi unfailingly made her feel cherished and secure, able to let her guard down without hesitation. but she fought off sleep to listen to him speak, not wanting to miss a single word.
admittedly, she was a little surprised at the name matt —– not that she had been expecting anything particular, but it hadn't crossed her mind that he'd choose an english name. but the more she dwelled on it, the more it seemed to suit him. as with everything else related to him, she would hold the name close to her heart.
then his voice went quiet, seeming to echo in her dreamlike state and almost lost under the sudden thunder of his heart. yiseul stirred next to him, brows furrowed as she lifted her head slightly, worried something might be wrong and ready to leap up at a moment's notice to tend to him.
the proposal caught her off-guard, to the point where she thought she'd misheard. but he continued speaking, his voice full of an uncharacteristic nervousness, and she realized that she'd heard him correctly.
the idea of marriage had always ever been that for her: an idea. a concept. something reserved for everyone else except her. she'd never bothered to dream of it because she'd always assumed her fate was to always be in a cage. everything had changed the moment she'd seen long zhi in her visions, and they'd continued changing ever since. in less than two weeks, she'd found someone who understood her completely and loved her unconditionally. and she'd been willing to just be content with those two facts, knowing she'd spend her life with the only person who'd ever cared about her.
"you —– you want to marry me?" the room turned hazy underneath a sheen of tears that yiseul blinked away, heat sliding down her cheeks and her nose turning a soft pink. a watery smile formed on quivering lips.
"i don't care about rings. i only care about you and the life we have together. there's no one else for me in this world." shaking, yiseul shifted up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him sweetly..
Observing as he started chewing on her nail, Long Zhi let out a quiet sigh and reached for her hand to take it into his own. Resting their hands on his chest, he let his thumb caress over the back of hers, his eyes watching the movement lazily.
“You won’t be,” he assured her, and he meant it. Would he have to tread carefully? Absolutely. He didn’t want to draw any kind of attention that could potentially put their plans at risk, but something had become glaringly obvious to him over the past few days: he couldn’t be without her. So he’d try his best to manipulate the situation if he had to. And given all the trouble Xiao Dan had been willing to go through to get a hold of her, he doubted she’d be kept far away. Perhaps she’d even be in the same house, guarded of course, but there was no one who knew the ins and outs better than him. No one who could blend in more seamlessly into the shadows than him.
“Yiseul.” He let out a soft sigh and lifted her hand to his moth, kissing the back of it. “I’ll be alright. I won’t push myself too far, I promise.” Besides… Visiting her, regardless of how he’d make it happen, would probably be the least of his worries. He knew that, as soon as they’d be back in San Francisco, his time for rest would be over. Mercy was not something he was ever shown; as a matter of fact, being injured on the job was no one’s fault but your own for not being vigilant enough. Which meant rest was not something you deserved. But that was a fact he preferred to keep from her for now. She’d grow aware of it soon enough, and Long Zhi wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.
“I was also thinking I could probably get you a phone. That way we can still talk throughout the day. You know, when we can’t see each other. You might have to keep it a secret, and maybe it’s best if you save my number under a different name just to be safe, but… It might help ease the ache a little.”
"i can manage to hide it once i get familiar with my surroundings. i used to hide things in my room all the time until ..."
she shifted her arm, silently gesturing to her scars. after that incident, jae-seok's guards had performed frequent sweeps on her room to ensure she didn't have anything illicit. he didn't want her to have any means of escape —– even death.
clearly, long zhi had been doing a lot of thinking over the past few days, as they got closer and closer to the departure date, and very idea of it made her feel warm inside, despite her anxiety. it was nice to know how much consideration he'd put into their future and the obstacles that would soon present themselves. she never would've thought to ask for a phone and she had resigned herself to only catching glimpses of long zhi in passing until he could get all the necessary resources together.
of course, she was still worried. he said he wouldn't push himself, but yiseul didn't have much of a concept of what it was long zhi actually did for his grandfather or what their relationship was like. she could only hope that, after this job, he'd at least be given some downtime to recover.
with a hum, yiseul made herself more comfortable against him, shifting her head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
she turned her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as she hesitated for a moment. long zhi had never made her feel ashamed about the things she did and didn't know, but that didn't stop her from feeling self-conscious about it.
"what name would i save you as? and um ... will you show me ... how to use it? at least enough so i can send you messages and pictures?"
" you think here you might be wanted? " the sneer left him before tianfeng had a chance to stop it, reacting to the amounting pressure on her shoulders as she spoke. send her a damsel in distress, another person to disappoint, another cage to suffer. it wasn't her fault, but she was here, and she was unfortunately in the crosshairs of his rage.
guilt was an immediate pang, a piercing arrow to the heart, when she mentioned him. his father. the man who had, somehow, made them both feel as small as grains of rice. or was it just him? because she stood tall in front of him, unyielding to his misery. like there was some fire that still crackled in her heart, a flame not yet snuffed out by the whims of the emperor.
" oh. i see. " he breathed out, lips pulled tight and his eyes lowered in regret. how cruel now it seemed, to intentionally try and push her away. telling her she'd never be wanted here, either. that because of his father, maybe nowhere would ever be safe again. it wasn't what he said, but it had echoed in the words that were muttered. he knew it, because he lived it, too.
even if he felt bad, he wouldn't cower. curious, and trying to feign that he hadn't entirely given up and accepted whatever fucked up fate his father threw his way, the prince nodded slowly. " you have my attention. "
a soft flinch was méiyǔ's only reaction to his biting comment. in truth, it did sting, but the pain was minimal compared to all that she'd been through. even still, she remained standing tall, unwilling to make herself small for the comfort of another man with far too much privilege.
it wasn't necessarily about being needed or desired: it was about not living with a sword hanging precariously over your head and having a measure of peace and control over her own life. right now, méiyǔ had none. even being here had been against her will, but she'd figured she would make the most of it. tianfeng would either accept or decline her offer, at which point she'd have to come up with another plan to escape the palace. to feel wanted was to feel secure, to know that she could come and go as she pleased, and that they would stay out of each other's way.
"you may have enemies in the court, but so does the emperor —– many of whom are his close advisors or his most-favored consorts. i may be a nothing of a concubine but i have ears, as does my maid, and there are many who simply don't know how to keep quiet."
her eyes drifted over to his armor, the metal gleaming softly in the candlelight. she had often admired her father's desperate for some of her own despite knowing it would be unlikely.
reaching into her sleeve, méiyǔ pulled out a neatly-rolled scroll, holding it out to tianfeng. "notes of what i've overheard. if you verify it, you'll find it to be true. whether or not these are potential allies is up to you decide, but i wouldn't bet a tael on them. perhaps worming them out is enough for you."
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The warmth of the blanket was more than welcome, so was Yiseul’s body heat once her body pressed up against his own. He wasn’t used to being cold, quite the opposite. He usually ran quite hot, and now he could understand why she always sought him out in the middle of the night when the temperatures dropped, and the room got a little chillier. As annoying as it could be at times, he couldn’t wait to return to being a glorified space heater.
Until then, however, he was content to soak up Yiseul’s body heat like a lazy cat liked to soak up the sun.
“I know, but—” Long Zhi sighed and gave up on whatever argument he was about to bring to the table. For one, he knew it was useless, and two, he knew he wasn’t going to change her mind. Though that didn’t lessen any of the guilt he felt. He’d promised her two weeks, and fell short by several days. The reasons didn’t matter, not really.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he motioned for her to lift her head for a moment, so he could move his arm underneath her until her head rested against the crook of his shoulder. Playing with her hair, Long Zhi closed his eyes, but had no intention of going back to sleep any time soon. If he was forced to be confined to this damn bed, he at least wanted to make good use of whatever time they did have. “You know… I don’t know what exactly awaits us once we get back. I don’t really know where you’ll be staying, or how difficult it’ll be for me to see you, but… I’ve been thinking about it and… I’m fairly confident I’ll find a way to visit you. Alone.” Turning his head, he kissed the top of her head, then rested his cheek against it. “I know I said we have to be inconspicuous. But I don’t think I can just stay away from you entirely.”
even with him injured, yiseul had never felt safer than when she was tucked under his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. without her noticing, he had become her sun, his gravity pulling her into his orbit. and that wasn't to say that she was no longer her own person: quite the opposite. she had discovered who she was because his warmth and care had helped her blossom.
she let her eyes drift closed briefly, the low rumble of his voice comforting in spite of him mentioning what was in their future. truth be told, she'd tried not to think about what loomed ahead, doing her best to live in the moment as he'd suggested. but now that they were down to the wire, it was a hard fact to ignore, especially because he was injured and would have to endure a thirteen hour flight in a matter of days. absently, yiseul began to chew on her nail, anxiety kicking in at the very thought of it.
then he mentioned being able to come see her regardless of their future circumstances, and she felt something in her melt. there was part of her that wanted to protest the idea, not wanting him to risk himself just for a few moments together, but she had to admit: she wasn't sure if she would survive the separation otherwise. she would already have a hard time trying to hide her feelings for him; without his light, even minuscule amounts, she would eventually wither in captivity.
"i would like that very much. i don't want to be apart from you." not now, not after they'd found each other. her eyes, however, drifted towards his injury; in her mind, she could still hear the echo of the bullet in the alleyway, the smell of blood as it filled the car.
"but don't risk yourself for me. i don't want you to get hurt. you've done that enough on my behalf."
