{ 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.”
