midnight sun

ice burns, and it's hard for the warm-skinned to distinguish fire from frost. suran quinn. 21. defense. future ice queen

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[surannx-blog]

{ hiatus;

i’m sorry i wont be around for a couple of weeks. something unexpected came up and i wont have much time or energy to be online. i’m not sure of the exact time, but i will keep the main updated with my request. 

im sorry to everyone who i had event plots with and i didnt finish our responses in time for you to get your points. im also sorry to those who i have regular threads with that will now be waiting even longer to receive my replies. 

if you want to drop anything in the mean time, i’m totally fine with it and understanding. to those who i’ve been plotting with, i’m sorry to put that on hold as well. 

AND TO THE RECENTLY ADDED MEMBERS: i apologize for not personally welcoming you one by one - i usually do it immediately as acceptances roll through. but i hope you all have a wonderful time here at epoch and enjoy developing your characters. please write some beautiful stories. 

to all, take care ~ xo

[srxsehun-blog]

* the art of observation ,

competitiveness was not one of evie’s strong points. as a girl who would give away shaved ice for free if you were nice enough, it wasn’t easy to imagine herself in a position where she would have to beat others back in order to push herself forward. it wasn’t that she didn’t understand the need for competition or the drive for some people to do better than others, it was just that she like to work with her peers rather than against them. (it definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was afraid of coming dead last and being laughed at by the entire school and letting her father down. nope, not at all.)

so instead, evie occupied herself during the summer games and festival by volunteering for a booth, throwing herself into shenanigans and general socializing and mischief, and making herself a spectator—just because she wasn’t competitive didn’t mean she didn’t like to watch. (it definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’d placed a few bets with a fellow classmate on who would get medals and wouldn’t. nope, not at all.)

and, because she was an extremely social being, she, of course, had to drag someone along, and that someone was a person she’d latched onto since she’d arrived at the institute and refused to let go, despite the initial cold front (yes, pun intended) she’d gotten. now she sat side by side with the person she trusted most at the institute, and the person she’d first take a bullet for, commenting on the participants in the summer games. (they were two different commenting styles, but still good company.)

“look, look,” evie said, sitting up excitedly as she grabbed the older girl’s arm, shaking it incessantly to release the energy she couldn’t show physically. “see him? that’s the nexus force member i was telling you about! isn’t he just the cutest?” a rather subdued (for evie) set of giggles slipped past her lips, followed by a dreamy sigh and her head plopping down on suran’s shoulder. “aren’t the summer games great?”

[surannx-blog]

There was endless fascination in seeing other people’s abilities and skill sets. From the moment she joined the institute, Suran spent her time learning about what made everyone there so special. She didn’t grow up with anyone in her family having a mutation in their DNA like herself. Even her brother, the one blood relative she knew in her life, was by all biological definitions, “normal”. She also didn’t grow up in a time where things like powers and mutations were so commonly spoken of in school, so if there was even any child in her town who had a similar ability, they hid it much like herself (unless they wanted to be called names and become the center of a bunch of nasty rumors, a high school experience Suran handled much better than someone else might have).

The only exception was her best friend, whose power was drastically different than Suran’s.

But the Nexus Institute was a place of endless possibilities, even if she found herself somehow disappointed by much of it. Growing up fully embracing every icy tendency within her DNA, she couldn’t wrap her mind around those who were scared to use what was naturally a part of them. She was put off by it, incapable of understanding. Denying her mutation is like denying the lungs her body needs to breathe. These people were clearly suffocating themselves willingly.

She thought the summer games would be different, excited by the promise of competition. Optional participation meant those who entered should’ve been those at least somewhat capable, which is the only reason she agreed to join Evie in spectating.

But she was quickly learning how wrong she was (and just how different their motives for watching were).

“Who?” Suran gently placed her hand over Evie’s to calm her down as she squinted out into the field, eyes searching for the Nexus Force member the younger girl was giggling about. Handling Evie’s excitement was nothing new (and in a lot of ways, Suran found it endearing to witness). “How can I even tell? He could be ugly for all I – oh, look at how fast he runs. That’s attractive, I get it.”

Relaxing more comfortably in her seat, Suran couldn’t hide the look of disgust on her face as she watched Evie get lost in deluded opinions. “We have different definitions of great.”

No matter how good looking a Nexus Force member was (or how flattering their chosen uniform and fighting style were), it just wasn’t high on Suran’s priority of interests.

Her eyes scanned the field again, watching as the student participating began buffing – or trying to buff­ – their assigned AI. Nose scrunched, mouth frowning in disapproval, Suran scoffed the moment they missed. “Oh, sure, this is exactly the support I’d want while fighting.” Only a few more seconds of watching and she had to look away, focusing instead on grabbing the cold lemonade sitting by her feet.

Raised cup, sarcasm coaxing the tone of her voice, “To the heroes of our future.”

At least the drink didn’t taste quite as bitter as she felt.

[surannx-blog]

{ give me the child ;

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having been at the nexus institute since its inauguration, joohyuk was no stranger to the various events and challenges the staff presented its student body. he’d been through hell and back in order to appease to whoever the hell it was that was in charge of ranking and classifying those who attended the institute, all in hopes of advancing through aribitrary limits to advance in rank. there were plenty of times that joohyuk would wonder if it was even worth it, to fix the embarrassment his brother had put on the family, but then he’d remember the sleepless nights of terrifying screams and chants and his heart hardened once more to the challenges he faced.

if he were being honest, he would say he was surprised it took the school so long to set up something like the summer games. they’d come up with so many other ways to torture them under the guise of gauging their limits that something as simple as a labyrinth and an AI seemed elementary. of course, he was aware that he may be getting ahead of himself when, all things considered, he had no idea what lie between the claustrophobic walls, but no matter which way he looked at it, the task didn’t seem all that daunting.

perhaps he owed some of it to the fact that he’d agreed to team up with a certain ice manipulator from his same rank. needless to say, there weren’t many people who lived up to his high expectations, especially when the ones he’d held for his brother were already shattered, but there were always exceptions to the rule. they’d known each other long enough to know that neither of them would put up a half-assed peformance, and if joohyuk had to rely on anyone other than himself in a situation such as this, he figured it would probably be suran quinn.

(he’d still rather do things on his own, but for a partnered event, even he knew it would be unwise to try to go solo.)

after double and triple checking all his things—the belt around his waist, the double shoulder holsters, and all the guns and ammunition to go with it—he began to stretch lightly, twisting his torso as he lifted his arms horizontal to the ground, arms bent at the elbow. suran’s voice brought him out of the tunnel vision he had forced himself into, brow raising in response to her words.

“did you just reference the fucking labyrinth?” he asked in english, colorful language made all the more decorative by his noticeable australian accent. the fact that suran could speak english made her an all the more obvious choice when taking into account that joohyuk’s korean was still not up to par with all the communication that would be necessary doing an event such as this. he cracked a smile, buried underneath an arrogant smirk.

“my will is as strong as yours,” he began, bending his legs and waist as the counter began for the beginning of the race. “and my kingdom is as great.”

a gun fired into the air, and he took off, his words still loud and clear.

“let’s go get that goblin king!”

[surannx-blog]

A sword materialized in a whirl of frosted air and growing ice from the palm of Suran’s hand. Each fragment grew together, molding into a solid structure, crystallized and covered in gleaming lights of near-transparent white and blue. The hilt rested firmly in the clutch of her fist; the blade strong, sharp, and sturdy. Shaping ice into her desired weapon of choice was only one of the many skillsets Suran’s ability came with. The possibilities were endless (and her creativity, constantly pushed to its limits), but when it came to weapons, it was absolutely useless unless she truly understood its function and how to fight with it.

The sword was her go-to icy weaponry and the one she spent the most time training with while at the institute. A long list of things she wanted to construct and learn remained constantly in the back of her mind (her next in line being daggers, which meant extensive practice with her aim), but mastering the use of the 28-inch frozen blade in her hand now was a good first step.

Besides, coming in with an unfamiliar weapon now wouldn’t do her any good with the current games they were playing.

A knowing smile painted itself with Suran’s mouth as Joohyuk responded to her reference. She was always so pleased when someone understood them, often quoting movies and referencing other pop culture trivia in her day-to-day conversation (which was more difficult for her now that she was in a foreign place; she never knew when it’d go over someone’s head). But it was easier with Joohyuk. Even if he was from a different country, there were still a lot of things he just gets. Also, being able to speak in her native tongue was the biggest relief bonus of all.

When the gun fired, Suran took off at half the speed, careful to take the tail end of their three-member group (the AI being included, of course). She preferred it this way, capable of keeping an eye on her team and everything else ahead closely. It also allowed her pace to differ just enough to better control her internal temperatures beneath the August sun (not an easy feat, especially when surrounded by concrete and lack of water).

Weather conditions aside, the labyrinth itself was beautiful. The further they moved within it, the more excited she got surrounded by the puzzle from all sides. She was already mapping it out in her head, doing her best to notate their direction and anticipate what might come next. The AI moved at their pace, the trio never once breaking formation, and Suran occasionally glanced towards the artificial figure to study its alien-like structure, translucently pale on top of its robotic wiring.

It’d weird her out more if she hadn’t become so accustomed to it.

They hadn’t made it more than a few minutes through the maze when she saw it. Crawling – no – dragging itself on all fours around the corner of the upper wall. Its body was lean, nearly skeletal as bones looked to protrude against its grey, rotting flesh. The limbs were too long, awkward in their position as it hauled itself unnaturally in both choppy but swift movements. Suran’s stomach twisted the moment it lifted its head, mouth splitting open like a flesh eating flower. Saliva dripped from each meaty petal as something began to bloom from deep within its opening.

What the actual fuck.

“ARGENT! LEFT!”

Suran’s frozen wall was barely up in time to catch the spew of acidic-like liquid that was shot their way. It only took seconds before it was melting through and she had to reassemble the barrier, this time centering it around the AI.

It wouldn’t permanently hold, but it’d slow whatever the fuck liquid hazards the creature could spew from its mouth.

Spinning around, Suran immediately shot a blast of ice towards their attacker. The force was just enough to knock it from the wall (a small victory, for sure) but wouldn’t stop it permanently. She was just about to move in closer (to surround it, hoping to take it out quickly with Joohyuk) when she felt a slick grip tighten around her ankle.

She was on her back before she even had time to react. Her lungs constricted as the wind was knocked out of her (it appearing in the air like a puff of frosted mist – funny if she wasn’t in danger) but she held tight to the crystalline sword constructed before the start of the maze, immediately swinging it in the direction of the muscle-like rope  – rope that was actually a long tongue attached to the sister creature of their other enemy.

It was impossible to hide her absolute disgust as the icy blade sliced through.

[surannx-blog]

{ cantaloupe party ;

@nxmingyu

Crowds of people lost in loud conversation and intense heat living on a ray of personal revenge towards Suran made the summer festival overall difficult to enjoy naturally. It wasn’t her and never had been. The few friends she cared about seeing were busy with their own commitments, causing what social interaction she could willingly tolerate to be cut short. But everyone seemed to be taking pleasure in the festival somehow (even if she wasn’t), so though stubborn and set in her mindset, a part of her could understand the long lines for ddukbokki or popcorn and the loud shrills surrounding every won prize at the various booths scattered across the area.

It didn’t help that the festival was overrun by more than just familiar faces she’d seen around the Institute. She wasn’t incapable of handling those without gifts and other mutations; she’d spent the first 19 years of her life surrounded by them. And she wasn’t so elitist in her mindset that she couldn’t grasp why the headmasters had opened up their school’s grounds to the rest of the citizens; promoting unity amongst those who are different is painfully obvious (especially when Nexus students were training to someday protect said people).

But if she had one more kid ask her to ‘do that cold smoke trick with [her] mouth’, she was going to officially lose her chill (pun intended).

It was exhausting and the sun was truly an enemy greater than any Suran has ever faced, her biological nature created to be weak against such an extreme, opposing temperature. Her only (faint) ally in the midst of such a hot summer day was the island’s humidity. Suffocatingly thick at times for anyone else to breathe, but relievingly sweeter than the cotton candy for Suran.

She spotted a tree; huge and welcoming and providing a large amount of shade she so desperately needed to recollect herself. Manipulating the air’s moisture did little good when she was still stuck under the sun and if she had any chance of cooling down, finding shelter in the towering mass of leaves was her only logical next step.

Suran was just steps away from embracing the promise of cool refuge when she was stopped (again) by a small child with a high-pitched voice, insistent that his friend promised if he found the taller lady with the expressionless face and flower headband, she’d do a ‘really cool trick’.

(She silently promised to complain to Ahyoung later about giving her such a recognizable headpiece to wear.)

“Lift your head, close your eyes,” she instructed, lack of patience not once betraying her voice (she was cold but understanding of any child’s natural curiosity, regardless how much she complained). “On the count of three…”

Squatting to better level herself, the frosted air escaped her lips in a gentle breeze. It was much less harsh than her normal gust of chilled wind, a trick not hard to achieve considering her own rising internal temperatures. But the child was amused nonetheless, fascinated by such a simple skill on her part and appreciative of the refreshing air against his own heated face.

He was running off in seconds, hollering loudly as he met back up with his own friend, “It really was cool – literally!”

Lifting the bottle of water she had been carrying, Suran quickly consumed the soothing liquid, desperate for relief against her parched tongue. She was in the middle of rushing back towards the tree – mid drink – when she ran into a solid figure.

Water knocked from her hand, restraint knocked from her mind, Suran’s irritability flared to life and escaped her mouth faster than she could stop it. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her eyes immediately shot to the one at fault (naturally, not herself). “You’re in my spot.”

[surannx-blog]

{ give me the child ;

@nxjoohyuk

When Suran was a small child, she used to spend every morning running the other end of her spoon slowly between the colorful, thick lines that made up the collection of paths drawn into the back of the cereal box. A fun activity, presented as an unsolved puzzle. Occasionally the maze would change as the company updated its designs, but until then the determined child would burn the image into her brain each day until the back of her eyelids formed their own twisted paths and obstructed walls, the exit hiding along an unknown route.

She grew out of cereal boxes quickly, moving on to consume more advanced mazes marked in special books and her father’s weekly newspaper (he thought she just wanted to read Calvin & Hobbes; she wanted to conquer black and grey lines). Her obsessive nature allowed her focus to be completely devoured by the need to solve new puzzles and her parents paid little attention, passing it off as just one of the many interests Suran Quinn would find herself immersed in.

Until they got a call from her 2nd grade teacher explaining that Suran had not only built a standing maze from the snow during recess (Ms. Landon swears she has no idea how Suran found enough time), but she also convinced Blake Leon to try and solve it. They wouldn’t have found him so soon if it wasn’t for the loud wails.

The puzzle wasn’t even that hard, but Suran still thinks about him from time to time, silently hoping his intelligence had grown after he moved away the next school year.

Standing in the labyrinth at the Nexus Institute, Suran felt a rush of mixed emotions roll through her just thinking about what lied ahead. Excitement to face the various monsters that would threaten them along the way; eagerness to defend the AI and find victory in the end; joy from her inner eight-year-old self to solve such a massive maze.

Joohyuk, next to her and going through whatever pre-event check list he needed to in order to feel prepared, was her chosen partner only because in the last two years they had trained together, he was one of the very few she could count on in her class. Their relationship being amicable enough was merely a bonus but not a requirement for partnership. Competency and dependability was the only thing she cared about and she had a hard time understanding those partnered by mere like. But Suran was here to win, even if others weren’t.

“If you betray me today, Argent, I’ll be forced to suspend you, head first, into the bog of eternal stench.” Pulling back her hair, she tightened it into a high ponytail, eyes not once glancing over towards Joohyuk as she did so. Her gaze instead focused on the walls of the stony labyrinth, allowing her sight to look as far ahead as it possibly could.

Something unexpected was beyond the first twist and her stomach tightened with anticipation.

Tightening the straps of the small pack crossed along her torso, Suran finally glanced at her partner, checking if he was prepared to defend the artificial life they’d been given for the objective. “Ready to find the Goblin King?”

[surannx-blog]

{ the future freaks me out; w&h

@ahyoungnx

“I see a chilly, sour treat in your future.”

Suran was at the front of the line, terribly entitled and shamelessly inconsiderate to anyone else who had been waiting. The whispers and low groans of complaint would have made anyone second guess their selfish decision, but Suran was confidently correct even in all her wrong. Not that she should feel an ounce of guilt by it all because she was justified in her own right (and there was no way she was waiting in line beneath a beating sun still shining strong, even nearing 6pm).

So she pushed through anyway; gentle in her movements, falsely sweet in her smiles.

The booth itself was impressive, even in all its cheesy fortune-telling decoration. Suran loved it and stared in awe at the fake relics and adorning crystals. Her fingers brushed the velvety cloth (irresistible, the sensation) and strange tassels. The dark tone of the entire booth spoke directly towards the mutant’s interests.

Kim Ahyoung, decorating queen of Suran Quinn’s heart.

The chair slid across the floor as she took a seat across from her best friend, passing the plastic cup of shaved ice towards her. “It’s not as sour as your soul or as chilly as the love of your life – that’s me – but it’s delicious still.”

The ice was blended with all of Ahyoung’s favorite flavors; tart and colorful, mixed in all its brilliant hues. Suran, part time master of frozen sculptures and wicked designs held a lot of pride over the icy skull residing at the bottom of the cup – or at least she did, anyway. The contents, half eaten, didn’t nearly resemble the structure she’d created just ten minutes ago.

But she’s still without fault in all her actions, exuding innocence even in the face of treat stealing. The ice was perfectly chilled and that in itself was a good enough gift.

“Ukobach,” she nods a greeting towards the small demon, always quick in acknowledging him any time she was in his presence. Of all her best friend’s demonic allies, she’d taken a liking to him the most (which is only funny when considering the dramatic difference in each of their powers). “I bet you’re working harder than our dark summoner.”

A tease. She couldn’t resist.

The crystal ball was alluring, even in its slightly tawdry appearance. Suran’s face was inching closer and closer, eyes fixated on her growing, distorted features in the glass. There was oddly great entertainment in replicating snapchat filters within a crystalized sphere.

“What do I have to do to receive my fortune?” Back straightened, palms flat along the velvet cloth. “Predict the success in my heroism I know I’ll have or that my ex will have a shit time finding someone better than I was.”

[surannx-blog]

{ summer’s ice;

Voluntarily placing herself in a position that would force interaction with a large number of people was not Suran’s ideal afternoon. The optional sign-up, however, meant she really had no one else to blame but herself – and Evie (her ability to persuade the mutant was nearing mastery level in their time spent together). It took less convincing than it should have to work the shaved ice booth, but Suran’s affinity to the obvious and her idea that she could use this to her advantage and bring in the most sales during their shift were the main points in her positive column (on the ‘Do I Hate Myself Enough for This’ list created prior to booth commitment, of course).

A little over two hours in, standing beneath extreme heat that not even the booth’s shade could protect her against, and Suran was already regretting even glancing at the column at all.

Her irritability was such a natural trait that it didn’t take much for it to kick in. Seeking what mild relief she could by staying next to the ice machines and taking charge of putting the orders together, Suran still felt herself on the edge of snapping each time she felt a new trickle of sweat make its way down her warming skin.

Disgusting.

“One passion fruit,” she pushed the shaved ice off into Evie’s hand as she finished shaping the last petal on the iced flower she’d decorated in the cup. “Please make sure they pay this time.” She watched Evie carefully, expression serious and threatening.

Suran’s sculpting abilities were impressive (she took pride in the beauty created with her ice) and she used it as a selling point for the booth, but Evie was slowly ruining her plan (even if unintentionally). The younger female was far too giving and her mood was considerably brighter than the grouchier booth worker. Suran had already caught her a few times just giving the shaved ice away.

It was seriously messing with Suran’s competitive side.

Turning back towards the machines, she quickly cleaned up and reorganized the flavors from the previous order and pulled out a new cup, just before grabbing a sneaking glancing over her shoulder to check if Evie was actually accepting payment. 

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@surannx

It’s been twenty three years since the horrible incident, and while Sungkyung wanted to forget what had happened, she didn’t want to forget her twin brother that she never got to know. Despite having been through therapy, there are still times when her mind decides to turn against her and make her life miserable by giving her nightmares of that night. She would wake up with her heart beating loudly against her chest and her forehead would be glistening with sweat. She would throw away the blankets and make her way to the bathroom to cool herself down. She would watch how her hands were shaking a little as she throw water at her face and when wipe it away with a cloth. Taking a deep breath, she would decide that she really didn’t want to go back to sleep right away, so she threw on a cardigan over her pajamas and left her room.

Which is how she found herself at the institute’s library.

Sungkyung isn’t sure why she ended up here of all places tonight, but she wouldn’t argue with her body and their impulse who took her to the library. As usual, it’s very quiet, and she doesn’t think there are anyone else here at the moment, which was fine to her. She wasn’t really in the mood to meet someone right now. Wandering, she looks through the many shelves of books, and her feet takes her towards the upper level of the library. She can spend a lot of time here, especially during the days, as reading is one of her favorite hobbies.

As she never expected to see someone else at the library, especially not at night, she’s taken back when she notices a figure sitting by the window. It doesn’t seem like the figure had noticed her presence, so she slowly and soundlessly walks closer. She recognizes the figure as one of the students - Suran - and a small smile appears on her lips.

[surannx-blog]

There’s nothing quite like getting lost in a book.

Suran did this often as she grew up; always a fan of stories and the endless possibilities that lie within them. Her mother, a teacher at one of the nearby grade schools back home, was adamant in encouraging Suran’s love of literature from a young age. So before she could even comprehend the English language and make sense of the sounds around her or the words plastered on signs and papers everywhere, Suran already owned her very first book.

Her collection has since grown (and her grasp of the English language an obstacle long overcome), but she’s never tired of walking into a library or bookstore, surrounding herself with what felt like a labyrinth of words. Plenty of stories she’s read, many more that was on her list to get to, several that she’d never immerse herself but still appreciated the creation of content; reading was a forever commitment.

Staying so late in the library was a pure accident, however. Her designated favorite spot (upper level, very back corner on the left side of the room, positioned just against the window) was an easy one to feel at home in and Suran couldn’t help but to relax within it easily. Even if she wasn’t lost in a book (one of the several that cluttered her area), watching the stillness from the glass pane – or busy rush, depending the time of day – was just as easy an activity to become distracted by.

She never drifted off to sleep in public places, but between the third book she skimmed and the hour she spent watching someone pace the courtyard back and forth (suspicious, she thinks, but also too lazy to write a mystery novel in her head), exhaustion must have wedged its way in gently, coaxing her eyelids closed.

A few small stacks of stories laid beneath her feet, along with two open novels and a large book against her lap and the cushion beside her. Her elbow, relaxing against the arm rest, remained impressively planted so the hand that gently cupped her face was both still and secure (keeping her head safe from slipping, despite the sleep she’d fallen into).

Suran’s dreams are vivid, mixed with nonsense and wild worlds that didn’t exist outside of her subconscious mind. Strange mammal-like creatures (with legs entirely too long for its body) roamed through trees colored in shades she’d never seen on a plant before. It was all so tall (and Suran, oh so small); her tiny figure consumed by a strange substance both solid and liquefied, but protected her from the strange world around her.

She was moments away from being picked up by a giant hand (belonging to a face she could not see) when her (actual) body jolted awake, eyes flying open and triggered by something she didn’t quite understand.

Her comprehension post-sleep is bad. It takes her time before she realizes who’s standing before her.

Eyebrows knitted in confusion, her muscles slowly begin to shift as she looks down at the books around her (the Hangeul is swimming; she can’t read any of it). She pauses, a lazy blink at the person before her. “Hi,” a greeting in murmured English escapes her lips; the language slip happens without much thought.

“Did I…” She stops, switching now (the realization she needs to speak Korean finally dawning on her waking mind, the kind figure finally recognizable as the nurse she’s met a few times in the past), “I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”

[surannx-blog]

{ set the charms that thrill me so good; sehun & suran

[nxsehun-blog]

sehun has always prided himself in his ability to just find accomplishment and brilliant achievement generally, to do well. known to be wildly cocky in his nature, it had kept his perseverance more than proving to be a hinderance to him. im sehun never worked like that anyway – even such negative traits as a gloating ego was never a disadvantage. (everything was an advantage, many a fool to exploit such downfalls.)

and yet, one of sehun’s greatest accomplishment on the tops of his head can be found in having the burning icy heart of suran quinn in his hands- but still, still! she demonstrated herself a hinderance too. 

her captivating self was a downfall on the head over your shouldered im sehun.

lucky she was such an incredible downfall of his, with both their legs intertwined together and slippy giggles through bruised lips.  

captivating in her words too, enthralling as ever she always is. “you’re right, we’re here.” the sand under him and the swirling image of suran swelling in the sacs of his lungs (greedy for all of it – as he always was with her). 

even the fucking way she looks at him. 

even the fucking way she crawls to him. (isn’t she just the notion of want itself?)

she is just so close. a floppy, tipsy grin flashing to her in their even more potent space between each other. she owned the face of men who’d fight battles for, she was the epitome of obsession, want, greed. and fuck! – is it terribly hot that she gives and delivers. (on her knees too! how he has had her in such a position between his weakening thighs for her and her sweet, ecstasy ridden smile.) 

she has his chest heaving in desire, breathless, wordlessly. sehun doesn’t even hide the very apparent need for her, not that he could at this very proximity. 

panting, “but really, california isn’t much better than this very moment is it?” no, the last he left california was very far from the intoxication, the bliss of this beach nigh with suran quinn. lips quipped, always grinning our im sehun was. sweet talker by nature, people pleaser by habit.  

even craving for touch with her was an affect of hysteria. so what is a hand to his chest and a kiss to the cheek from all this play? “swimming?” the offer delightful on his tongue mind spurring at her ringing laughter. 

and it’s not just that, its her hands, those hands everywhere on him, on her, taking off her top. is there even a conscience will to be sane like this, with her amongst the sand deliciously so? 

in this shade of red, undeniable to sane men?

gulp once, he gives in. sehun physically ripping a layer of defences under her lustrous demise. on instinct (of course when his girlfriend start taking her clothes off, her boyfriend must follow,) taking his top off first, skin kissed from the summer’s night and marine breeze. 

red was his colour and he had it all on her. 

the way her legs looked, the way she wore a glimmering pair of eyes and wicked smile. she indeed, was one of his finer achievements. “do you really want to race me?” asking as his sweats go to the blowing sand along with his tee. 

sporting boxers, black cotton and her in red lingerie upon this beach, what a fine pair they were. 

race her he does, of course he is quick, he doubted his girlfriend ever bothered to try and move because he had her in his arms, clumsily in the impact of his velocity stumbling in a twirl. her brilliant body flushed against his and his lips to her ear “you didn’t even try suran.” teasing. “i’m starting to think you’re just teasing me to get my clothes off…” teasing, again. 

“not very nice of you.” he’d say, knee bent to lift the hinds of her knees to his arms, carrying such an image, such a body into the tides. 

knee deep in the ocean water, that im sehun grin we’re all so accustomed to love (well, if not you, surely suran quinn anyway), lips to her cheek this time before dropping her into the water, “if you’re going to play games sweetie, you should play them well don’t you think?” arms retracted– splash! the water goes! 

the oh-so-loved im sehun grin wide, teeth peeking from the widened mouth. there, he releases a brilliant laugh from his chiming chest. 

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Suran has him, this she knows.

She sees it in his eyes. Hungry and filled with need; enamored and locked under her spell. She sees it in his movements. Rapid breathing and heaving chest; fluid movements that followed her own without hesitation.

She sees it in that widened grin. Existing because of her – for her. Im Sehun who grins so easily (charming as he is; no one could compare), surely all has seen his smile. But they haven’t seen this one. This, that belongs to her.  

Absolutely, she has him (she always knows).

And all she can do as she watches him discard his clothes (muscles shifting beneath skin, her own breath caught inside her lungs), is slowly tuck her bottom lip beneath her teeth and gently bite back a sly smile while nodding her head.

Yes, I want to race.

Sehun is quick, but the rushing thump of her own heart slamming against her chest the second his arms encircle her is quicker. All she can manage is a light, feminine giggle (completely out of her control – embarrassing), but it dies the moment his lips are close and instead she’s inhaling a quivering breath, listening to the words he laid softly against her ear.

(she can feel his voice vibrating through his chest; and without thought her own vocals hum.)

“As if I have to do much more than ask just to get you out of your clothing.” The returning tease; two can play (and they did play well together).

His body feels so hot against hers. Her own temperature – heightened by the consumption of alcohol – is different from her natural chill, but the warmth of his flesh still makes her body feel on fire. Never had she felt heat she wanted so badly to consume her (and never had she felt so willing to melt). And as she’s pulled into the air, feet kicking dusts of sand on her way up, she wraps her arms around his neck and broad shoulders and allows her figure to soften against his with delight.

Once again, he’s swept her off her feet.

                              (  This was love, wasn’t it?  )

She’s convinced it is. Im Sehun, constantly finding ways to make her his. She no longer fights it like she once did, back when she struggled to accept the intensity of their relationship (the intensity of him). When such a need was foreign and unnatural for her, and her immediate reaction was to resist, desperate to push herself away. Suran, so independent and lacking desire to be close to anyone, both emotionally and physically, found difficulty in welcoming what it meant to fall in love.

She embraces it now, fully and with ease. The greediness, necessity, obsessive desire that is her demand for the charming boy she’s fallen for. Body burning so hot she feels sick; a feverish need lying just beneath her skin. So absolutely consumed that it’s suffocating, yet she can’t bring herself to fixate on anything but him. She willingly drowns in this smothered love – but who needs air when you have Im Sehun’s lips?

Even brushing against her cheek, it is thrilling.

“SEHUN!” His name, followed by a high, playful scream is all she has time for before being tossed into the water.

This liquid is cooling – soothing even – the moment she’s submerged. Water has always been her ally (and the sea, amongst her favorite things). It welcomes her like an old friend and whispers coaxing temptations to the mutation within her DNA. The need to control is always there, buzzing beneath the surface the moment she’s within contact. How easily she could freeze the liquid, conform it around her body in an icy substance and make it hers. It was satisfying, having this type of skill; the capability to take what once was and transform it into something new.

The desire to conquer the sea is impulsive (but the need to conquer him is greater).

Suran emerges, a teasing whine surfacing the moment she receives air. She’s already splashing water directly at Sehun before it’s completely left her own eyes (her hair is so long; it drips for what seems like ages unless she squeezes it out herself), but it isn’t hard following the sound of his own laughter.

“You sound so pleased with yourself,” and she’s sure he is – victory over tossing her into the sea is absolutely a win that would feed into cocky nature (and she can’t even blame him because she’d feel the same).

Brushing back her hair (or really, moving it all onto one side – so much easier to manage with its soaked length), Suran slowly wades through the water towards Sehun with a playful pout pushed into her lips and feigned innocence washing over her deep, brown eyes. “Baabe,” the whine stretches the vowel just until she’s close enough to slide her hand across his stomach.

Innocence turned mischievous, pout turned devious smile; slick, wet skin against skin as she moves fingers across his body, Suran stops and wraps her hand around his arm and begins to gently tug. “Come in with me.”

A silent count to three.

One.

Two –

With all her force, she pulls him into the water after her.

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* worth melting for ,

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although her eyes still glistened with tears and she could feel the cooling effect of a passing gust on the wetness of her cheeks, evie could already feel herself calming just by being in suran’s presence. she’d only been at the institute for a few months (a few very crazy months, but a few nonetheless), but she had already grown so close to her roommate that she’d feel a gaping hole in her stomach if she ever went a day without speaking to or seeing the older student (not that it had happened yet because evie wouldn’t let it). the effect of her diligence resulted in a closeness she hadn’t felt with someone in a while, and in a warmth that was reminiscent of a time when all she had to worry about was the color of ribbons in her hair.

well, she still had to worry about the ribbons now, but for entirely different reasons.

she took a deep breath, feeling the anxiety release from her body through the heat of her breath. when she spoke, there was a crack in her voice, but it was otherwise steady—as steady as any whine could be.

“i was just going to get one of my suits,” she spilled, the pitch similar to the first words she’d said to suran when the other girl had found her. “i was ambushed as soon as i’d stepped out of the dorms and i knew i had to find a way to protect myself.”

she paused, a slight pout forming at full lips as she glanced down at her open palms, fingers toying with the blue sashes around her wrist. who knew such a vibrantly colored cloth would get her in hot water? still, even though she had an inkling of the actual significance of the ribbons, she couldn’t bring herself to bring her guard up against suran. it was a level of trust that was usuall so hard to maintain, but it came so easily and so naturally to evie that she could not even begin to fathom that suran would betray it.

“then i was ambushed by a fire user and she ripped the ribbon right out of my hair,” she spilled, quickly, embarrassment replacing the anxiety she’d just breathed out. suran was so very good at fighting and diligent in her training and studies that admitting such a fluke felt like she was letting suran down. “before i could even realize what was happening, she’d escaped and i…sort of just crumpled to the ground and started crying.”

she lifted her eyes to look at her roommate, sheepish grin on her face as she sniffled.

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The soft spot Evie had somehow managed to create in the furthest corner of Suran’s heart held painful twinge while listening to the story the younger girl shared and all she wanted to do was provide comfort in any way she could. She never pegged herself for the type whose motherly instincts came naturally; nothing was natural at all about it, as she generally avoided such close comfort with others and distanced herself far too much to become invested enough to really care.

But her own mother was kind; she was understanding and patient far beyond what Suran’s stubborn personality sometimes deserved. And when Suran would come home, moodiness in tight grip around the young ice princess’ fickle emotions, upset because someone at school had dared to cover the same topic in a group presentation, her mother was right there to console her; right there to calm her down and fix her rotten mood.

No, mothering didn’t come to her very naturally but perhaps nurture had a stronger impact than she’d realized.

As Evie spoke, tone changing as the story progressed, Suran watched her closely, eyes never breaking away from the girl’s expression. She felt genuine concern and empathy as she listened, engrossed in every detail. By the end, however, she was smiling. It was the same tender look her mother always gave her as Suran’s venting was coming to an end (that smile filled with patience, care, understanding).

For someone filled to the core with frost, she sure knew how to handle radiating warmth like a pro.

Mocking a surprise gasp (see – totally absorbed in the story), Suran raised her brows once Evie confessed to the way her ribbon had been torn away. “So you just let her take it from you then? Tsk.” She was teasing, of course, lightening the situation to the best of her ability. “How many strands of hair do you think she got? I bet those are worth more than any blue ribbon.”

Laughing, Suran moved in closer and nudged Evie to turn around. “Come here so I can fix your hair. It’s…” a pause, careful consideration of words as she ran her fingers through some of the loose pieces. It looked like a mess. “Just let me fix your hair.”

While she waited for the younger female to situate herself, Suran turned around and closed her eyes, concentrating on the area they had stopped upon. Just because they were both taking a break didn’t mean someone else did, and the last thing she wanted was another student sneaking up on the two of them, ready to snatch one of the four remaining ribbons they had.

Hands up, visual solid; moisture gathered, temperature controlled. Three solid blocks of ice emerged one after the other, connecting to the nearest wall and surrounding the two of them in a closely protected barrier. It wasn’t overly large; just tall enough so no one could see over. They were thick, beautiful, work Suran was surely proud of (she always was; confidence was a shameless emotion), but most importantly they were guaranteed shelter.

The walls were like child play compared to what she was capable of, but she was somehow tired and her arms were heavy. The day had already been much longer than she thought.

Turning back around to face Evie, Suran hid any exhaust from her face (this, she was good at) and moved in closer once more, carefully positioning her legs on each side of the other girl’s body. Pulling a bottle of water from her pack, she opened it up and placed a straw inside, taking a quick sip just before handing it towards Evie. “This is the price for my protection,” she joked, running her fingers back through Evie’s hair, this time loosening the braid completely so she could start over. “But let me know if you get too cold.”

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{ set the charms that thrill me so good; sehun & suran

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( – IN A MEMOIR BEFORE HIM, HE IS ENTRANCED. )

every word that leaves his lips are curated by his tongue, knowing in the chord of his voice to strike suran’s heart. im sehun knows full well what to say, how to say it, how to look at her when he does. im sehun had held the perfect formula after all, the born people pleaser, what else can he do best? (how else would he have had her in a heap in his hands sweetly?)  – suran quinn was indeed, his girl. 

not that they played each other with words and intonations like a game, this was their flirtation. not that it should be a game to compliment the woman you adore. no? (and to answer that, no, of course not. not the the woman who has herself punctured in the pumping arteries of his red heart.) 

sehun can tell she lathers the affection of his words into her skin. a grin never leaves his lips - he can always have her skin, in words, touch, taste- even. 

in their silence he had still been given this comfort of her company, her ever so hypnotising self, beautiful in earnest manner. watching her lay down in this silence only tightens the tension on this midnight’s beach. skirt and thighs, oh any sane man’s favourite with the sand and her melted self before him. shamelessly, lovingly, of course. even in her eyes, despite her suffocatingly alluring self has had him in a daze. 

their obsession with each other was vile. a fist in his throat. 

they she was splayed in the sand, eyes more intoxication that the alcohol before him. yes, not only had he done such an incredible feat as to have the cold heart to melt in his warm, very welcoming hands but like this. in his welcoming hands did they morph into ones that could rouse and clutch her heart, touching her love. in his words was he able to coax pleasures from her, undying heat. now he has his fingers into her heart, roaming for territory for him, fingers roaming her, into her. sehun is sure he had dreamed of her like this, in this heavy night, still aired wanton need on this beach. with assurance, he can say he has dreamed of this, longed for this and will fantasise for it (even if time passes him by). 

they were drunk off each other. 

surely greedy for her like no other. (teeth wanting to graze against a shoulder blade, inner thighs.) sipping his beer, cool alcohol disposing such desires. 

this was a testament to her hold over him too, no matter the master mind of word had he once, or is. even if she is before him, vulnerable, on the ground laying before him (for his eyes, his hands, his mouth his body, to have her), im sehun was also a bare man before her. bare physically, oh yes of course and very well. bare mentally, very much - though suran suffocates him for more. (such is the daunting part of their love, horrific in his case.) 

this sort of relationship of course, was one of balance. sehun’s hold on her, her, on him. her hands lightly on him like times before, biting shoulders, the begging shrill and the softness of her thighs. dizzying. she does have magnificent power over the physical invincibility of him, now, just a mere man before her. 

watching her cheeks flush has his cheeks flushing too. 

in her laughter does he love her more. seeing her bathe in a comfort of intoxication, the sand has his fleshy, hot heart falling into beats of comfort like hers. looking at her like this, does his hands get greedy for her beauty. 

– she had wanted the truth, no coats of powdered sugar and cherry on top. of course, he would abide. “sure, anything sweetie.” smiling before cocking his head back for another swig. (though don’t be fooled by his obedience to her, such a thing as her demanding for truths of him has them in unseeable places.) 

“california of course, but you knew that too right?” saying of course, a grin he had perfected to charm so sweetly, unknowingly. 

“why’d you ask?” oh the golden question. 

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She did these things sometimes; got lost in deep thoughts, fixated on answers to questions that were simultaneously large and small. Where would you go? What would you do? Would you do it right now?

Suran was a quiet person but her mind was not.

Sehun was the first person since her brother to hear so many of her internalized thoughts freely (and freely she did speak them). A creature of quiet habit, she rarely shared much with anyone else. But the moment she found comfort in his presence, it began to leak out, one after the other. Thoughts that were small and insignificant (Are s’mores without marshmallows even acceptable? I don’t like marshmallows, but I want melted chocolate on a graham cracker. Why should I suffer?) to thoughts that were large and profound (If Seojoon never died, would I be here with you right now? And if I was, would it even be me at all?).

Sometimes she expected an answer, and other times she was okay with the silence. She really just needed someone else to hear her.

It’s what she had done just now by asking him where he wanted to be. The question itself was wrapped in such simplicity yet the answers she sought were not. The both of them knew that; this game of hers was nothing new. She wanted to explore his mind just as much as her own but it was hard. She had to work for it tirelessly, finding ways to pull from it little by little, coaxing him into wanting to share.

But Suran Quinn did not give up easily on things she wanted and god she wanted all of Sehun more than she’d ever wanted anything else.

Suran pushed herself up again and answered his question of why with her own smile, mysterious and hiding behind the locks of hair falling into her face. Her carefully manicured fingers brushed away the sand from each strand of hair as she watched him, contemplating her verbal answer. Of course she expected him to say California but just sometimes she thought there’d be something else. It never hurt to try.

The truth was, Suran didn’t much feel like being anywhere at times, but this is where she was. “We could’ve been anywhere else, but we’re here,” she says. Together, she doesn’t say. She blinks lazily instead and stares up at the sky, basking in the oh, so familiar feeling of insignificance. She was a speck of dust, she was certain. As meaningful as one of the grains of sand resting at her feet. She wiggles her toes in the loose substance at the thought and looks back at Sehun and smiles.

God, her heart feels full just seeing his face. Im Sehun was no speck of dust – his mark on her was much too large.

She laughs again, this time much quieter. She was feeling more than just tipsy – at least, that’s what she tells herself is making her thoughts so strange (and why she has begun fixating on such silly things).

Suran begins crawling back over towards her boyfriend. He looks so cool sitting the way he does. She wants to be just like him, seemingly unaffected by so many things. But the next best thing was being wrapped in his arms instead. So close she could taste the pulse in his neck; so close they could almost meld into one.

She stops when she reaches his legs, but only momentarily before pushing her way between them. Crawling closer, her face pauses just next to his. For a moment, she considers how easy it’d be to explore his neck with her lips; to line his jaw with her tongue. He wouldn’t fight it – no, Sehun would likely welcome every bit (he always had). She could take control, positioned like this. And it was tempting. She nearly buckles at her own desires as her lips move to hover above his, but she doesn’t give in – not yet. Her ability to tease was a skill never wasted, and her love for seeing his eyes filled with need gave her more strength than weakness.

Her hand gently placed upon his chest, lips brushing the flesh against his cheek, Suran lays a small whisper against his ear. “Let’s go swimming.”

Laughter dances from her mouth as she pushes herself back up, using his legs to steady herself while she regains the balance on her knees. As she pulls her blouse over her head, her eyes never leave his – all suggestive and knowing and daring him to follow suit. She soaks in his expression, banks it in her memory so she can recall it with ease later (when she’s alone; when she misses him) and stands to her feet, slowly walking backwards to the water.

She stops, pushing her dark skirt over her icy skin, paled more so than usual beneath the moonlight. A matching set, lacy and colored in Sehun’s favorite shade – a gift she knew he’d appreciate it – revealed itself beneath her clothes. “Race me?” The suggestion was nearly laughable, but she was always serious (even when playful). She knew she could never match his speed, but it was always fun to pretend.

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Petrichor - Suran & Kuro

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Noisy. How can he concentrate on his book with so much noise right next to him? Loud and dark, how annoying. He couldn’t flip the pages, was permanently stuck on reading the same three paragraphs over and over again, and not even those he could concentrate on. And the thick darkness around his hands and ears seemed to do only so little against the irritating sounds coming from outside the glass wall. Other than making his lungs constrict a bit too much when he feels like he’s going to be swallowed whole by his own hands.

A thunderstorm is the last thing he needed tonight: days at Nexus seemed to always be so much more stressful than the bliss of routine his ‘previous’ life had spoiled him with. Training almost all day, admittedly because he was the one to choose such a schedule, but tiring nonetheless. Trying to get a grip of himself whenever he lost the one he tried to hold onto when using his powers for a prolonged period of time. It was draining, both physically and mentally, but he had managed to hold himself up and push through another start of the week. All he had hoped for, and what he used to tell himself ‘just one more session, and then you get your reward’, is to spend some time, alone preferably, in the amazing library the Institute provided. Considering the amount of time he spent there, some might say he only joined Nexus because of exactly that library. A tiny part of him was looking forward to this part of the campus the most indeed, before joining.

But all he wanted was to relax in there a bit. To free his mind of his worries and fill it instead with information that put a lesser weight on his shoulders. But here he was, instead: with black glove-like shadows around his hands to shield his ears from the scary noises, and matching dark eyes that had their tired gaze fixed on the darkness outside his window. That was probably even scarier. And the glass doesn’t do much to stop the general feeling of uneasiness creeping up and down his spine whenever he stared out for too long. But what actually startles and scares him enough to let his eyes widen and heart beat faster are the sudden pair of eyes staring right back at him. It takes him a while to process what he’s looking at, or the fact that the thing on the other side might actually be a person just as surprised as he is.

All he knows for a while is his own shock, the way he jumps to the side, away from the window, and crashes his side into the table as a result (not to mention that hitting his knee against the table from below will certainly leave a bruise). He hunches over briefly, eyebrows turning into a pained frown, a gaze still locked with that of the stranger.

Although… they don’t really seem to be that much of a stranger to Kuro as expected. His expression relaxes and his eyebrows only shoot up. Eye contact like this is a tad bit harder, but can you blame him when the lady on the other side with icy drops hanging from her fingers, is staring back at him that way, and had startled him enough to almost let him break a rib or two (exaggerating a bit, aren’t we, Jongsuk). The weirdest thing was that he was still covering his ears with his ‘shadow gloves’.

He hesitantly lifts one of them to… give an pathetic (and awkward) excuse of a wave (ten minutes later: minute more, minute less..) How do you react to such a situation.

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The icy mutant had always loved thunderstorms. Despite her general dislike for noisy environments, there was something behind the sound of thunder that was thrilling. The loud crack! in the sky, sometimes prefaced with a low growing rumble (and other times not at all; how fascinating she found the variance), promised power. Its presence was undeniable, even amongst the rest of the storm.

So even at four years old – tiny legs standing tall on tip-toes in the seat of her father’s chair, small fingers gripped tightly against the back – she would stare in awe through the window at the stormy concert before her; lightning flashing against the dark sky, rain slapping hard against the ground and glass her face inched closer and closer to. And when that thunder rolled through, its low hum growing in intensity against the balls of the young girl’s feet, her own body vibrated with excitement, waiting for it to shout loudly against the night sky.

Oh how did Suran Quinn want to be just like thunder.

She loved it still, even to this day. It was not only relaxing, getting caught in the sound of the storm’s song, but it provided her with opportunity to play with the mutation embedded deep in her genes; the seemingly endless supply of water was too good to pass up, after all.

Suran walked lightly down the outside corridor, fingers playing with the drops of rain as she passed by. She quickly froze drop after drop, as fast as her power would allow, and left behind her a trail of shattered ice that fell in quiet klinks against the pavement at her feet.  It was satisfying, in a way, to hear the sound of her ice added to the stormy music. It made her feel a part of it all (although quite small, but not all that insignificant), and that left a pleased smile painted against her lips.

The dark-haired, icy conductor stopped the moment her slippers kicked ice that was already on the ground. Without even realizing, she had already fully circled the building and came right back to where she started (or at least, right back to where she started making ice). It was easy to get caught up in such an activity; Suran was guilty of spending hours in the rain, body walking alongside it or staying awake just to hear it perform. The alternative was to sleep, but it was hard to sleep during a storm she could be a part of.

Thunder roared along the sky and Suran stopped to hear its cry, excitement filling the core of her bones.

Collecting the ice at her feet, she made her way towards the library (it was a new direction on her frozen path). Crystalline drops danced beneath the tips of her fingers and Suran watched them closely, changing the shape and speed in which they moved. She felt like a puppeteer for ice, a thought so amusing that a giggle bubbled up from her chest.

The moment she laughed, she stopped to look around, making sure she was actually alone and no one caught her in such a weird act. Habit forced her eyes to peer through the library window and she was surprised that there were a set of eyes actually staring right back at her. The sight was odd and she moved closer to get a better look, trying her best to decode what was behind the glass.

There was a faint glow of light but so much shadow that surrounded… a person? She squinted against the window before her gaze locked onto the other set of dark eyes and she stared, wide-eyed and curious, waiting for the strange looking person to do something.

Of course, the moment he did, body jumping in startled reaction, Suran’s own body jumped as well, springing back from the window. Her heart leapt in her chest and thudded wildly against the cage it resided behind, only a brief moment of fear catching it off guard. It settled quickly, however, and she was back against the window, peering in once more at the tall male on the other side, staring curiously at the strange darkness that seemed to engulf his hands.

Her lips crack in a smile the moment she sees a shadowy wave.

Icy frost whirling inside her lungs (always there, always waiting to be used), Suran gently blew it along a small area against the library glass, creating a thin layer of mist before them. Allowing the icy drops she was previously playing with fall, she used her index finger to draw two bold English letters against the window.

H i  ♥

Pleased with the way it looked, Suran stepped back and waved through the glass, friendly smile accompanying her greeting. If you look harmless, maybe you won’t scare him again.

She only waved a moment before looking around for the entrance… surely a library door was nearby?

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{ ooc

HI I’m back home, ready to get caught up on everything. Between threads and messages, I’ve got a lot to do LOL but I’m going to start right now! 

Hello and welcome to all the new members! I try my best to welcome every single person but think I missed some recent ones and if so - I’m so very sorry! I’ve been traveling a lot. Please enjoy it here at Epoch. xo

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