feyhawon:
taehyunfey:
//macabre magic
maybe it’s the gwiin blood that runs in his veins, or maybe it’s as simple as being an extrovert; hawon thrives in lights, loud noise, and large crowds. sometimes it feels like he literally feeds his magic off of the excitement of the crowd; each shriek of laughter from a group of girls lost somewhere in the thrall sending electric sparks up his spine, down his arms, and settling in his fingertips. maybe it’s just the influence of the full moon tonight, painting the world cold in shades from a cloudless sky. whatever it may be, hawon feels invincible. he feels high and floating above the masses of young witches in the best way possible.
and when taehyun’s fingers wrap around his wrist, drag him back from some sparkly fantasy and back to reality, he can’t even be mad. he smiles sweetly, albeit lazily, and lets his best friend lead him through the party and out the door. hawon feels a little too invincible; if they had stayed much longer, he’d come crashing down too hard.
summer has long given up the fight and given way to autumn, the air crisper than hawon would really like. it makes him press a little closer against taehyun, another body familiar, but more importantly, warm. always warm. he’s content enough like this, even being lead away from the crowd. still a little tipsy, a little high on the enchantments that any good gwiin or hanu witch is sure to include in their parties, but safe with his fingers tangled into his best friend’s. he feels himself coming back to earth more and more the farther they get away from the event and the magic. there’s a different sort of buzz in the graveyard that he can tune into.
“i feel great,” and as if to prove it, he squeezes the hand in his own. “i’d ask if we’re going to raise the dead tonight but i’m pretty sure they’ve done that themselves already.” halloween was the time for the spirits to walk among the living once again. there’s no fun in animating a corpse with no one home. “we probably should’ve taken some snacks or something though. i’m too skinny to be a good sacrifice.”
a joke about the darker reputation of the jaeseung witches; hawon has absolutely no fear of taehyun executing him in the middle of a cemetery, even if he might have done something to deserve it at some point. but he does have that craving for salt and snacks from the drinks now pleasantly settled in his veins; they should’ve snagged some chips or something on their way out. he’s not going to starve to death by any means, but he might start complaining in ten minutes.
he stops their trek through the tombs, holds taehyun there next to him for just a second. impulse has him stretching his body up, closing that gap to plant a kiss on taehyun’s cheek. because he wants to. because he can.
“no, it’s better this way,” taehyun adds without missing a beat, suddenly mostly straight-faced to play along with the bit.
“the emptier your organs, the easier it’ll be for the demon to possess you. anyway it’s your blood we need. and all that alcohol in your system will make it come out faster. everyone wins.”
he breaks the act easily, chuckling quietly to himself and for hawon, squeezing his hand in return and tugging him closer to his own frame as he does, a wordless reminder to watch his step as the terrain begins to get a little more treacherous underfoot.
he leads them away from crossing over too many graves as best as he can; tonight of all nights, the last thing they need is several vengeful spirits pausing their evening’s tirade to come after a few careless young witches. it’s superstition mostly - according to his early lessons, benevolent spirits don’t pay much mind to their physical resting places, especially on a night like this, and malicious spirits are a lot less likely to wait around mortuaries and graveyards when they can look for vulnerable vessels and holes in the fabric between life and death instead. still, it’s a blue moon halloween, and the palpable spiritual energy is enough for taehyun to err on the side of safe, not sorry.
“are you actually hungry?” he begins to ask as hawon tugs them to a stop, “i can order-”
then there is a kiss planted on his cheek, sudden and warm, pink fringe brushing his temple, chilled nose grazing the skin above his cheekbone. his words fade into the moment and he looks down at hawon, surprised, before a small, pleasantly confused smile begins to grace his lips.
“what was that for?”


















