#cchyeri

[ccnayeon-blog]

˙ ˖✶ summer days. ❜

( @cchyeri ).

there were very few moments in nayeons long life where she felt she could lower her guard, a card of great power always secretly scared that at any sign of visible vulnerability, she’d be struck down ( such a thing had happened before, and because of it, she’d lost the greatest part of herself— she would not let that happen again ). for that reason, it was time spent with those she was fully aware she could put trust and faith in were highly cherished and always regarded with warmth.

hyeri was probably the only other card she could put those feelings towards without any sort of doubt creeping into her deepest thoughts.

yet, it saddened nayeon, the reality that she’d no longer have that warmth and security as often as she’d like anymore. her human life was a highly demanding one, a life she was fully prepared to walk if it meant attaining her goals, but one she often complained about towards the ( apparent ) younger. for this very reason, knowing this might be one of the few times for a while they’d really get to spend time together, nayeon suggested a day to spend together.

“my darling, how could you make me wait such a loooong time,” a pout plays at her lips, but her eyes give the illusion away.

[cclucky-blog1]

* tkt → chr

@cchyeri​

[ txt → (#｀皿´) hyeri ] a couple friends and i are hanging out, do you want to come?? [ txt → (#｀皿´) hyeri ] but i’m hanging out with my HERO friends so ... i guess not [ txt → (#｀皿´) hyeri ] oh well ....  ╮( ╯▽╰ )╭

[ccgavin]

we’re just young gods ✿

@ccxmina / @cchyeri

as much as gavin likes humans and has come to appreciate them in all their quirky, funny ways, it’s nice to be around fellow cards for a while. it’s nice to be able to use his power freely, to allow his skin to glow slightly with the light he carries inside himself simply because he can. it’s nice to appreciate hyeri’s power of creating and entering her own dimension. it’s nice that she’s introduced him to another card, one he somehow hasn’t managed to meet yet. 

as the flower card, mina intrigues him. flowers have been the center of the human life he’s built for himself, and he rarely associates them with magic, his own or anyone else’s. but her magic is built around flowers, and he’s amazed by how crazily opposite they are, while still being oddly similar. he supposes he might just be looking too deeply into it, but it’s pretty cool all the same. he’s also intrigued by her spot in the new idol group -- he’s on twitter enough to at least know their faces -- and he wonders if all the members are cards, and how they ended up with such an intense and public job.

he trails behind hyeri, aware of mina beside him and unsure what the rules are for this dimension. not necessarily the rules of physics, but just what hyeri’s comfortable with them doing. he’s never been invited into her dimension before, though he knows she spends a lot of time in here. he doesn’t want to upset her by potentially invading her privacy or messing something up. 

“wow,” he breathes when he spots the garden, and the faint light around his body grows a bit brighter as his face splits into a grin. “this is amazing, ri!” he tells her. “is this why you’re showing us this? you want the florist and the flower card to admire your handiwork?” he nudges her playfully in the side with his elbow, a silent and gentle addition to his light teasing. 

[cchongbin-blog]

when the clock strikes midnight ;

@cchyeri 

no matter how many times hongbin comes out to the graveyard, there’s always something morbidly comforting about it, like coming back home and realizing there’s nothing left but memories and long since faded scents. it’s both wonderful and sad, he supposes, how familiar he is with every arch and curve, every grave, every flower- wilted and new alike. 

but tonight isn’t a time for reminiscing, nor is it a time for making niceties. instead, it’s a time for letting the darkness cloak their actions, just enough to heighten that moment of fear, to add a skip to an already racing heartbeat. 

he glances at hyeri, who looks anything but the picture of the innocence her youth would suggest of her. she’s become something like a little sister to him since their first meeting, with all her ferocity and pride, hongbin finds himself wanting little more than to see to it that she lives long enough to reach her full potential. maybe it’s camaraderie for a fellow card. maybe it’s how much of himself he sees in her. 

whatever the reason, he can’t quite bring himself to mind that in all the bullshit schemes they come up with, he ends up doing the dirty work. she’ll learn what she sees, he supposes. 

perhaps grave robbing past curfew (were it within the proper hours for a student to be out, it may have been a bit less dubious, he’s sure) isn’t the best way to influence the youth these days, but hey. hongbin has never really had any particular attachment to his morals anyway, however weak they may be. beyond that, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t equally at fault for the idea– in fact, he’d practically presented it to her on a silver platter and said ‘let’s go fuck shit up tonight’, as eloquent as ever. 

“so,” hongbin pauses once he’s effectively collected enough apathetic skeletons to pass for hot topic decor. “where exactly did you wanna cause a panic tonight?”

[ccxjeongguk]

headed straight for the castle.

@cchyeri

     a smile spreads across sombra’s face easily, and it’s a sweet one that hides oh-so-many venomous lies; he has a front to keep up for the moment, a friendly aura that need not be tainted as he treads on the ice of his current deal.

     the deal itself was easy for him: a few smiles that didn't quite meet his eyes at times and the guarantee of information in return for the girl’s powers.

     ( really, it almost seemed too easy; she’d agreed without question and it raised a silent suspicion within him, spurring him on to where he is now: the other card in what he calls his office, him waiting for her to open the pocket dimension’s doors. )

     “relájate,” he encourages gently (perhaps a bit too gently for his own tastes; he looks forward to when the deal is truly set in stone and parts of this front can be left to rot) and belatedly realizes that speaking in a different language may only confuse her, “relax.”

     he isn’t sure exactly why her nerves seem out of whack; perhaps it’s the known possibility that he may turn her down if he doesn’t like what she’s capable of, or maybe it’s that she’s worried what he’ll get her to do with those capabilities. nevertheless, he isn’t one to pry on those matters — merely ones that pertain to him and what may directly affect him, thus making her hesitation the main thing he focuses on for the moment.

     “after i see your dimension, i’ll give you everything i’ve found about your sister so far.”

     —but of course he won't. he'll give her what he wants her to see: basics, confirmation he's found the correct girl, and a detail or two that delves a little deeper just to make sure she'll be ready to come back for more — all so he'll have her exactly where he wants her, all so he'll have the upper hand and have that dimension of hers at his disposal.