#fox:r.

[foxlunar]

— unwanted.

with @glassmorphisms ! takes place two years back.

no.

haeun’s steps lead her back through the school gates as they’ve done so many times before, but she can feel in her soul that things are different now. there’s a new weight in her chest — or is it the same one as before, tugging her along as it’s always done? she’s not sure. she’s stuck in a trance. her limbs don’t feel like her own. 

she’d heard from others that there were new students arriving. some of the familiars were happy about it; maybe this time they’d have a chance at a complete life, after all. haeun, on the other hand, hated those days and what they could possibly represent for her and her future, so she often hid away in the forest or even further away, in the small town nearby. 

there’s no hiding now, though. 

she spots a silhouette in the distance, one she’s never seen before, one she is drawn to like a moth to a flame. every sense in her being is screaming: part of her cannot wait for the figure to turn around, and the other part is too trauma-ridden not to be terrified.

the witch moves. his face comes into sight. 

and then it happens. 

simple as that. powerful as that. 

tears begin to form. she wants to scream, but her voice is caught at the back of her throat. she wants to turn away, to run into the forest and burrow deep underneath the soil never to return, yet her body is frozen in place.

no.

there’s no stopping it. no going back. she can feel her life force shifting and changing within her. a warmth she doesn’t recognize spreading through her veins. 

as she stares at the man in front of her, the undeniable truth in his eyes stares right back at her.

haeun is bound.

[foxlunar]

— reminiscing.

with @pasdchat ! takes place a few months back.

haeun hates reminiscing. 

it’s a waste of time, in her opinion. the past is the past, it’s gone, forever — there’s no point in dwelling in it. no matter how hard her nightmares might try to prove otherwise, she is and has always been adamant on marching forward on her own accord, leaving behind anything and anyone she doesn’t deem useful. 

and yet, despite her best efforts, every now and then she finds her steps leading back to that same grocery store. echoes of the past plague her senses as she stares at it from across the street, her short red dress in stark contrast to the beige and grey tones of the small town near the school grounds. once upon a time, she would’ve proudly bragged about knowing every inch and nook of those streets. 

haeun doesn’t know why she’s there. well, that’s a lie; she knows it’s because she misses him, but again, she’s not one to linger. “you’re being silly”, she scolds herself under her breath. and just as she is about to leave, the impossible happens. the past catches up to her in the form of a human man, walking out of the store, a bag of plum hard candy in hand. the same candy they used to share, hidden from the moonlight on random rooftops, all those years ago.

her heart skips a beat. it’s rare for her to be this taken aback.

“...wind?”