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fire and gasoline.
@djinnbyul
it’s probably a mistake to come out alone at time like this, given how dangerous it could be for the leader --- god knows if there is a hunter among these people right now, but jiwon figures this is the only place that could provide her with some privacy as she thinks about their current situation. it’s not too noisy nor is it too quiet, and jiwon purposely chooses the table in the far back to enjoy her dinner, although the food on her plate is barely touched despite her already being there for almost an hour now. if anyone doesn’t know better, the expression she wears on her face could be falsely misinterpreted as her being stood up by her date, because how else would a woman like her look so gloomy in such a glamorous restaurant like this?
not that she cares though. all that she wants is just some peace, but it seems like she might not be getting any tonight. out of nowhere a guy comes and takes a seat in front of her, much to her confusion, because she's damn sure she didn’t make any appointment to meet anyone here. after a quick scan of his face, jiwon couldn’t even recall if she has seen him before this, which makes all this even more confusing and suspicious. “how bold of you to assume that i would even allow you to sit with me,” she says, dark eyes looking straight at him. it’s obvious that there are other empty tables in the room. why did he have to come here instead? “i don’t really need a company right now, so you better leave while i’m being nice,” the witch warns.
covered in colours apart from the seams. ✦ eunbyul / iseul.
Iseul has never been fond of therapists.
To be fair, he’s never really fond of people, except when crowds are useful for blending in and covering his tracks. Finding himself occupying an unused chair by the corner of the room in the midst of a group therapy is something Kwon Iseul will never do... well, except that exceptions are made to satiate his curiosity.
His fingers drum on his arms where his cheek rest, head lay down, as silently as he can; boredom as a mask to anxious or impatient ticks he’s been practising to completely wipe off. Being silent is not an issue to a GHOST , certainly not to one who’s been used to the comfort of being dead enough to use the VEIL as a cloak and being alive enough to escape the souls attempting to attach themselves to him.
By memory, the boy is aware that his friend attends these therapies that never worked on Iseul nor Iseul wanted to work and that by extension, Iseul is more than welcome to attend this event himself. Well, as close as “attending” as Iseul defines... if it counts that Iseul is NOT PRESENT in the mortal plane but still resides on an unused chair reserved for one physical somebody. Silent and HIDDEN are things that Iseul finds comfort in being a Ghost as voices float above his head, eyes emptily gazing through every person until it lands on Hyeon Eunbyul.
Hyeon Eunbyul, who is sitting still and looking pretty five seconds ago. Hyeon Eunbyul, who is holding a chair and looking murderous now.
Hyeon Eunbyul, who Iseul definitely has his eyes on now, alert and awake as his head raises in alarm. Quick assessment jumps to impulsive reflex; his transparent arm reaches through a very fragile vase hastily, SOLIDIFYING HIMSELF as he swipes the thing off the pedestal—— CRASH !! —— as Iseul calmly lays his cheek against his arm again with an attempt to look bored rather than cautious before the group catches on.
˚❛ Finished ? ❜˚ Iseul’s soft, disinterested tone cuts through the gasp and surprises from the cracked glass shards on the floor, though his tense shoulders say otherwise. The darkness of the greyness in his optics tell let’s go, let’s go, let’s go as he remains seated on his chair, passing the decision to Eunbyul’s judgement.
▬▬▬▬ &; @djinnbyul , plotted sc.