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"i'm not playing. i want you to be my familiar." - minho

send me things! // @deceasedbloom

❛ w-what... i mean... yes, sure. i would love to--i just... oh my god. ❜

‘ you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable. ’ - minho

he’s like a wild animal backed into a corner; minho had found him – and of all places taemin usually never is, he’d been caught. in his room, at the dorm he never comes to. locked away in a bedroom packed with canvasses upon canvasses; the smell of acrylic paint thick on the air and mixing with a note of damp soil. the boy liked plants, he liked keeping them - and watering them. what he kept in his room were the durable type, only needed a touch of water to flourish – and oh! how he wished he could be like that too. the only desk in the room is stacked high with full sketchbooks; shreds and sheets of paper stuffed away and overflowing, pencil shavings and broken pieces of oil pastels. his room was almost as messy as his head was.

his depression struck in episodes. he couldn’t time them — couldn’t predict, nor prescribe them. they came, and like a black sea, they drowned him. in winter, it was the worst. the weather depressed him, the cold evenings and long nights. it seemed to upset some natural clock within him, and if he was going down, taemin fell HARD.

the blind was drawn shut, he’d been laying in bed for days now; unable to pull himself free of the covers - sleeping and dreaming, mostly nightmares but otherwise, a deep slumber. he hadn’t showered, brushed his hair or even taken out some dishes he’d eaten food on. laundry filled the floor. he was – in his head –, pathetic.

the anti-depressants were by the bedside table, open; but they hadn’t been working. taemin had sunk into his own hole without telling a soul, and no one ever came to look for him.

until now.

he turns a matted head of hair, the sweat caked to his temples; and sees a familiar frame hovering in the door. minho looks almost angry — taemin squints as a shard of light from further within the dorm splits the darkness in his room, hurting his eyes.

minho is speaking, and it takes a second for taemin to register it – when he does, tears prick his eyes immediately.

“don’t look at me.”

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Aiden looked around curiously as he followed behind his older brother, Ethan, interest definitely peaked by the mysterious location they were walking towards. It was a temple he hadn’t even seen before, yet he was sure he had passed the area multiple times. The reason they were there was for some sudden meeting called for the witches to gather. He was just lucky to tag along since he was with his brother when he was called. “Hyung, is it really okay if I come?” Might be a bit late to ask, but he thought he’d shoot the question anyway while he could turn back.

Ethan glanced over at his younger sibling and nodded his head, “Of course. You won’t really be in on the meeting itself, but you are allowed to wait in one of the areas in the temple while we meet privately in one of its rooms. There’s almost always some sort of designated waiting area for the extras that follow.”

“Oh... Okay, well, is there anything I should know about it before we walk in. Like, magic related stuff?”

Ethan hummed as he tried to think about it, already walking through the temple entrance with his brother as he turned around once more to look at him, brows raising as he did so. “Oh... Well, there’s that.”

“That?” Aiden furrowed his brows until he felt his ears perking. Now for anyone else that may seem normal, but his ears weren’t normal anymore. The charmed necklace hidden beneath the collar of his sweater was nulled as he stepped through the entrance, causing his German Shepherd ears and tail to show. “Oh no-”

“Now, Aiden, there’s no need to panic. It’s completely normal for magic to be nulled in a meeting place. It assures everyones safety-”

“Hyung, no, this is not okay- What if someone sees me?!” His ears moved all sorts of ways to show his shifting emotions, tail already tucked between his legs when fear and anxiety settled in. Even a whimper passed his lips. “I’m not some magical creature, hyung, people are gonna stare at me and think I’m some sort of science experiment from Hell!”

“The worst case scenario is that someone would think you were a furry-”

“Hyung!” Aiden whined and whimpered more, unable to hold back the dog like sounds that escaped him as he frantically tried to hide his ears and tail, though to no avail. “What am I gonna do??”

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‘ i always look sleep deprived. is that hot? ’ - minho

taemin’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants that are far too large– (surprise, they’re minho’s ), with bare feet poking out and toes rubbing along the soft sheets against minho’s bed. the artist was fiddling with some handheld gameboy that the other owned, he wasn’t too good at technology, didn’t really have the head for it! – but he’s giving the game his best shot, trying to keep up with the rolling text and fast-paced instructions. he was laying on his back when the other arrived in, and the boy’s eyes flicker from his game towards the doorway where minho was stood.

his eyes travel over the heavy bags and droopy eyes before a cheeky grin stretches his cheeks. “maybe s’cute instead—”