#ccxtaeyong

[ccxkana]

╰ the end of all things ╮{ 1st tl }

[ tw: death, depression ? ]

all she hears is screaming. maybe it’s in her head or maybe it’s in her throat or maybe it’s in her heart; maybe she doesn’t know what’s real anymore. everything feels like suffocating. it’s a haze and all she sees is red and betrayal and grief and her parents dying behind her eyelids again. too late. always too late. life is always slipping through her fingers again. she is always holding the knife even when she isn’t. even when jongin is holding the knife, it’s still hers to carry. it’s still her blood and her burden and how dare he. how could he do this to her? how could he leave her here with this?

and it’s still her that has to end it. it’s kana’s whip that finally rips out the remainder of taeyong’s heart after what feels like hours. she wants so badly to surrender and let his familiar consume her; she’s wanted to from the moment she saw jongin’s spear through his chest but she can’t let anyone else do this. they are all traitors and she can’t stand it-- can’t allow taeyong’s last moments to be spent looking into the face of someone that claimed to love him while being willing to sacrifice his life for nothing.

in the end kana is the last one standing by taeyong’s side as always; even ken’s loyalty isn’t enough to save him. maybe it’s his downfall. maybe kana is only here because she has a soul the universe refuses to take down with everyone she’s ever loved. (why is she still here? why, why, why?)

maybe this is what she deserves for always wanting this: someone, anyone to notice she’s been here all along. she didn’t want it like this. she doesn’t.

the sobs won’t stop. she can’t breathe; her chest feels like splitting open, but when she sees taeyong’s body emerge from his monster’s defeat, her vision only blurs more. she can’t see anything. two minutes isn’t enough. her heart is so heavy with i’ll never see him again. it’s over.

“taeyong,” she cries. “it’s me.” did you see me? did you know i was here? but she doesn’t have a right to wonder because she was too late to save him. (she’s always too late.)

╰ @ccxtaeyong ╯

[ccxkana]

╭✿╯╰a lesson in adaptability

@cardcaptorskrp​:

Unless you’re waiting for a lovely retirement notice, any letters issued by the Governing Body rarely contain good news. Your team leader hands you an ivory envelope with a silver seal, upon which an image of two swords clashing is embossed. Whichever secretary had been told to write your name has impeccable handwriting.

Once you decide to open it, a dark grey paper is crisply folded three times. It reads the following:

Greetings, KANG SEULGI.

This is a formal notice that you will be placed into Rotation B, as ordained by the Governing Body. We will be arriving for an impromptu observation to see how you perform when group dynamics are suddenly, inexplicably changed. We are intrigued by the Busan League’s high performance and are considering you for an elite mission. It’s of the highest caliber and will possibly require the assistance of humans and/or cards, which is why it is essential to test your adaptability.

The elite mission your league is being considered for will pay generously, as well as contribute to your ranking when an official inspection is scheduled. In addition to monetary reward, we will allot funds to upgrade your training room equipment at HQ.

Currently, we are also considering the Changsha and Saint Petersburg leagues to be assigned this mission. We can only choose one, so know your competition and be prepared to perform. Be brave. Be bold. Be ready to work as a team.

- The Governing Body

Kana isn’t afraid of the governing body. She’s lived four whole years that they didn’t, so they don’t really know what they’re doing, as far as she’s concerned. (There aren’t any resistance members in the governing body, are there? Would she know if there were?)

When she receives the letter she doesn’t even have to pretend she is. She thanks Seolhyun absently, and breaks the seal with her eyes glazed over. She doesn’t have to worry about putting on an act of being shocked or honored, because everyone knows there’s something different about her ever since her transformation changed. They think she’s just now coping with the reality of her father’s death, so she has an excuse for everything– even how ultimately meaningless she finds this letter in the grand scheme of everything she’s failed to die to.

She scowls at the use of Kang Seulgi written, mildly appalled that such a conglomerate knows her full name and doesn’t address her as Kana, but of course they do. She wonders if Taeyong received one of these letters too, and if he did, if he’ll think it’s a ploy to round up everyone with a sign of rebellion in their blood and send them to their deaths. She wonders if he’d have a point.

When she reads on, she manages to hold back her sardonic chuckle for the benefit of anyone that might be observing her. Is the you mentioned her specifically, or the entire league? Either way, she’s both skeptical and intrigued, as Kana often is. Of course you’re intrigued by our high performance. We basically invented magical heroes. Don’t you know anything?

It’s a challenge she accepts, even though she couldn’t reject it even if she wanted to– even if testing her adaptability is laughable. Adaptability is watching your best friend’s spear go through your other best friend’s heart and persisting in living even after you kill his familiar. Adapting is leading the rebellion he died for even as the apocalypse takes the lives of everyone there is to lead. Adapting is surrendering to the ones who killed him for your own survival.

Game on. I’ll show you adaptability.

Later, she’ll devote her time to researching the Changsha and Saint Petersburg leagues, and she’ll pretend she doesn’t know their future anyway.

[ccxliv-blog1]

Lifeline

@ccxtaeyong

Pulling her black Katana out of the corpse of a slain monster with a grunt Liv searched her immediate surroundings with her golden eyes for another threat. Panting heavily she got aware of how a trail of sweat -and probably also some blood- was making its way down her back. This so-called easy training fight their higher ups had sent them too turned out to be way harder than planned. They were supposed to fight low level monsters only, but naturally things hadn’t worked out as planned.

Swinging her Katana to deflect a piece of flying debris which was headed her way, the ex-special class hero winced in pain at the lifted arm movement she had to make. Telling herself to get her act together, because this wasn’t the time nor place to worry about the slash in her right upper arm, Liv dropped said arm back down and willed herself to run forward. The cut in her arm wasn’t so bad, it only stung like a bitch when she had to lift her arm up. But with the way she fought she sadly enough had to lift up her arm quite a lot. Luckily for her she also had learned how to wield her Katana with her left hand. Her swings nor cuts were as powerful when she dealt them from the left, but it was better than nothing. Ten minutes into their fight a giant monster with an even higher power level had shown up. The Rookies had scattered and Liv had tried her best to save as many as possible and guide them to safety. That’s where she got the cut in her arm from.

Heading over to the place where a very brave -and probably also stupid- soul was fighting the beast on its own, Liv hoped she’d get in time to him to either help him defeat the monster or to get him the hell out of there. Looking closely at how he was fighting and taunting the monster, Liv saw how a slippery black tentacle of the monster was making its way around the Hero so it could attack him from behind too. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to reach the guy on time to pull him away from the surprise attack she shouted with all her might, “Behind you!” Praying to everything that he had heard her, Liv decided to make sure the beast wouldn’t be able to kill the Hero by charging at it with one of the few long-range attacks she possessed. A powerful single beam of black and gold sprouting out of the tip of her Katana, it moved with the speed of light and pierced right through the tentacle of the monster to cut it in half. The upper piece of the tentacle landing on the ground with a crash, the part that was still attached to the monster slithered away.

[ccxleon-blog]

* a whole new world

+ @ccxtaeyong

when it comes to friendship, leon is pretty terrible at it. you give what you get, so they say anyway, and he doesn't give that much at all -- keeping up with the pleasantries, affection, whatever that most people demand of "friends", is too much effort. most people choose to avoid hanging out with leon for that reason. and, for the most part, he thinks good riddance.

but there are a few who don't really care all that much about leon's attitude one way or another, and taeyong is one; maybe it's partially because he's kana’s friend, but he doesn’t find taeyong nearly as irritating as the other rookie heroes. with him, leon doesn't have to put up as much of a front ( though his guard is never completely down, it never is ) and for a man who has to deal with the annoying nightshade members nearly every day, it’s refreshing, almost, to not have to waste extra energy on being an asshole.

maybe they aren't exactly friends yet (leon doesn't really know how to categorize those these days) but at the very least, he doesn't mind having him around.

so when taeyong mentioned offhandedly during practise that he's never really had alcohol before, leon didn't hesitate when he offered to take him out. he spent most friday nights there, anyway, and maybe it would be nice to bring a friend this time; and honestly, he thinks taeyong could probably use a night out; leon isn't the most perceptive person on earth, but he can tell when someone's been through some shit.

he was actually a little surprised that taeyong agreed -- but pleasantly so. ( he didn't realize how badly he wanted to actually hang out with someone. )

"well, here it is," leon announces as they leave his parked car, gesturing proudlu at the bright red sign hanging a little precariously over the entrance of the fairly seedy-looking bar, the sound of laughter, glasses clinking and muted rock music coming out from somewhere inside. "home sweet home."

he glances back at the younger hero, grinning slightly. "you excited yet?"

[ccaelius-blog]

– lionheart –

@ccxtaeyong

It was a warm day, just a touch of too sunny but it’s not like Aelius was complaining. The same couldn’t be said for the students though; since morning, the children whined and wailed for him to let them stay inside. It’s too hot they exclaimed. We want to be inside with the air-con!

But Aelius is nothing short of persistent. With promises of an extra ten minutes for nap time, he wrangled the little tigers out to the kindergarten’s outdoor playground. Grumbles were replaced with frenzied giggles and Aelius patted himself on the back, a job well done. He smiled to himself as he watched the kids run around the soft turf, making sure there weren’t any accidents or scrapes. Thankfully, the children were brought back into their classroom with minimal grumbling, bless their energy, and every tot knocked out the second their heads hit the mats. The head teacher switched places for his lunch break and Aelius found himself walking to the small park a few blocks from the kindergarten, his lunch bag in hand.

The cicadas were humming their summer tune, the height of summer, and Aelius stopped to breathe. He looked up and smiled at the greens and blues swimming in his vision, the sun heightening his senses more than usual. And, maybe, that’s what it was. His heightened senses, his timing, fate. Whatever it was, it caused a basketball to gently roll against Aeliu’s ankle, the sound of jogging footsteps interrupting the cicadas’ song. He bent down to grab the ball with every intention of returning it but the second he locked eyes with the stranger, a boy, really, his eyes widened.

The ball dropped and continued to roll on the ground as Aelius’s mouth slightly dropped, a sudden chill almost making him gag.

[cctaehyung]

ccxtaeyong replied to your post “kill”

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[cctaehyung]

kill

Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours. 

he wasn’t sure what’s led up to this point, but if there were an opportunity to turn back time to prevent this from happening, he wouldn’t take it. he figured that eventually he would come to face to face with death. whether it’d be from becoming a familiar or getting rid of his life (finally), he knew that he would eventually die at a younger age by unnatural causes.

but out of all of the people in the world, he didn’t expect to be killed by lee taeyong.

( tw: blood, death, angst, etc. ) 

everything around them didn’t seem to matter. their focus wasn’t on the loud voices of friends, acquaintances, or strangers who shouted at them to stop. no matter how loud they could be, it seemed like neither both of them noticed. both of them were oblivious to the old wizard and the frightening monster who secretly watched as they fought.

there was no way to convince them to stop. some people acknowledged that, while others are still trying to get them to have a grip. this isn’t who they are. they wouldn’t fight each other to the death. sure, a few insults, punches, and kicks sounds reasonable when it came to their stubborn asses. but taehyung wouldn’t kill someone unless forced to by another individual. the only thing forcing him to get into this fight now was his heart and he doesn’t know why.

he was so desperate. he was so desperate to not let himself lose to the darkness in himself. after years of pushing people away just so he wouldn’t get so overwhelmed by worry over any particular human being he knew, he doesn’t understand why it hits him now. he was doing so well. he thought that if he continued this, he wouldn’t be so hurt anymore. but as the more days past and the more he interacts with certain people in his life, the moment he realizes what he’s done, he pushes them away again. but loneliness doesn’t leave him happiness. and it doesn’t stop the horribly slow process of becoming a familiar either.

the big idea that he couldn’t seem to get out of his head while fighting taeyong was how he messed up so bad. he was perfect. he lived a happy life, had an amazing family and friends, and everything in his life was positive. why did he let death control his life and emotions? why did he let it control himself? it seems that no matter what he, he’ll have to realize the truth anyways. no matter how much he could do, he’ll eventually succumb into darkness and become a creature just as horrifying as the beast that killed basil. he’ll become something so horrifying and dangerous that someone else has to take him away.

his mind becomes blank as he hears the loud sound of his gun fire a bullet into the man in front of him, feeling a sharp pain in his chest as he looks down to see the long greatsword pierce through it, unaware of the bloody half of the weapon sticking out in the back. he looks at the blood spread across the other’s shirt and it makes him want to laugh. the fact that he’s been stabbed right when he shoots taeyong’s heart makes him was so unreal to him.

so… this is it. wasn’t it?

it wasn’t like he had anything left at this point. happiness? trust? love? people who actually cared for him? it’s his fault for letting those things leave him because in the end, he’ll be alone. he expected to pass away alone, to be honest. the fact that taeyong was dying with him and somehow relating with him in a situation like this makes his stabbed heart warm.

the moment taeyong and him make eye contact, all taehyung could do was weakly smirk at him. it’s a way to show his amusement over the situation with the fact that he was stabbed by someone. the moment they both fell to the ground and looked at each other before they eventually die together. there was so many words he wanted to say before they pass away. he wanted to thank taeyong and apologize to him. but it was too late for that now, obviously.

[ccjisoo-blog]

💵  saving up

@ccxtaeyong

As the two hid in an alleyway whoever passed by probably thought they were up to no good and, well, maybe they truly weren’t, but Jisoo would do almost anything for a good discount. The plan sounded easy in theory, but as they still stood outside the store the thing was already starting to crumble. Why she had chosen Taeyong out of so many people continued a mystery, but they were already there and it was too late to go back. It wasn’t like the girl was one to easily give up, either.

The couple discounts were obvious to anyone who passed by the store and Jisoo was there to save some good money. The two weren’t dating, of course, so the grand plan was to simply pretend. As a dancer the girl knew the basic of acting, but there was no way she could be sure about the other. Before heading inside she pushed him towards a nearby alley and just stared at him for a bit, both wanting to scare him and to make sure he was ready for any questions people could make.

“Look, we’ll have to hold hands.” Her own hand chopped the air between them, trying very hard to make a point. The last hand she had held was probably of that incredible barista who prepared the greatest coffee she had ever tasted. Needless to say she lacked the skinship ability - unless punching counted as so. “You gotta like look me in the eyes and we need to finish each other’s sentences. We need to fall in love, you hear me?”