#gideonia

[leejieun-ia]

@gideon-ia Some love struck student or staff was going around and throwing some ceremonial flora on the door frames of the academy. Gideon himself had seen a wandering sprite fly upwards and pin something above his door. How odd that a simple type of plant could cause love struck students to finally confess their love to their significant others. He found out what mistletoe was the hard way when he was trying to enter the cafeteria and there was about three different kissing groups under a large spread of it.  He, himself, wouldn’t mind…enjoying the festivities. Except, the only person he could truly find acceptable was an untouchable, someone of higher standards and very…very..beautiful. “Nurse Gideon, I cut my finger while wrapping presents…”

The nurse felt his skin blanch paler then ever and then grow exceedingly red. Standing in his doorway was none other then the person of thought for that occasion. “Miss Jieun,” he said quietly in response. My, she was beautiful. His knees felt weak as he stood to retrieve the antibiotic ointment and band aid. He could feel his own will to follow the student/staff rules slipping away with each step closer. “You must be more careful, I’m sure the people you give presents to are as lucky as can be to receive your love. However I’m quite positive they do not want blood on their wrapping paper.” He took her pale, gloved hand and removed the silk to bandage the wound. And once he was done, he leaned down and kissed her hand. “There, a finally touch to ensure it’s healing,” he joked, looking up and meeting her eyes. The halls outside smelt of cinnamon and fir trees. And she, she smelt of all the winter scents combined; of holly and…and mistletoe.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips gently against her own, breathing her in with an explosion of fireworks in his mind. The spark flew like buzzing bees and his eyes shot open and her hand dropped from his grasp. “I-…I….I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I..I hope your finger feels better in a short amount of time. Enjoy the festivities, Miss.” And with that, he turned on his heels and shot back to his desk, covering his mouth.

While there were many problems with having thin skin one of the worst was how easy it was to break the skin. Rough fabric, sharp corners, even paper could be the enemy as she had just learned. Her glove had been removed on one hand to make wrapping the various presents around her a bit easier and all had been going smoothly until a particularly sharp piece of foiled paper sliced across the length of her index finger leaving her with a blood weeping wound. With a hiss of pain and a frown she clutched the wound as she rose to her feet. 

It had become her thing to appear at the nurses office with even the most minor of injuries. She liked to think it gave him something to do and it also let her see that gorgeous smile of his and play the ‘how many times can I make him blush’ game. 

It would seem her game started early for when he approached already the tell-tale blush was upon his cheeks bringing a smile to her lips. “I don’t wish to bleed on the paper either, it was expensive but it looks so pretty when wrapped with all the ribbons and things.” He was at the moment the only one she had allowed to view the disgrace that were her hands and the fact they didn’t make him cringe often surprised her. The kiss upon them made her laugh softly, he was so strange sometimes, but nothing would prepare her for his lips brushing hers almost to briefly to be real. And suddenly gone was the familiarity and here was the Gideon she was used to all business and polite manners but oh no, he had kissed her and she was going to remember it forever.

The slow grin that slid across her face would surely remain there for hours as she remained in his doorway staring across the room at him. A familiar tune played upon her lips as she began softly humming ‘I saw mommy kissing santa clause’ before stopping and leaning against the door. “I guess Santa does exist, I’ll have to confirm with Zoe that one of my wishes came true.”

[seungie-ia]

|| SeunGideon

Click. Clack

The furious tap of her shoes on the cobble stone up to academy’s main entrance echoed through the atrium and the princess tossed her gaze over her ahoulder once more, having finally lost Seline to the night. The previous events whirled in her mind and she stumbled passed the threshold into the dimly lit parlor. No one was around so Seungwan made no effort to cover the disgusting corpse of her hand–each look made her naseaus and furious all at once.

The pain was surrmountable and an angry throb engulfed her hand traveling up into her shoulder as her mind cried out in confusion and chaos. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled into the nurse’s office. It was dark save the sliver of moonlight beaming in through the thin curtains. After hours… Someone had to be around though and so Seungie burst through the double doors yelling for someone, demanding their service, not caring that there were patients trying to sleep in the stiff hospital beds. Her hand glared back at her with its ugly black hue and in her fury the blond was tempted to kick over the desk in the front, but quickly reconsidered allowing herself to growl lowly. “Damn it, help me!” The princess hissed to the silence when no one appeared for some time. If she had to break in to the office to find her own remedy of medicine she would do it!

Twigs clung to her messy blond locks that appeared more as a dirty blond from the literal dirt in her hair, and her body was sullied from head to toe. It wasn’t long after her threat that someone finally came to her aid and she charged him with a flash of her hand. “I’ve been calling for someone for the passed five minutes! I need you to fix this, now.” All formalities had gone out the window and her desperation to regain her self-titled perfection took over. Seline had ruined her pedicure and her manicure, scuffed up her sandals, destroyed her hand and bruised her pride. Worse yet, Seungie looked a hot mess in front of a faculty member who would not have a good first impression of the princess.

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[nekyiaxjiyong-blog]

Tiptoe Through The Tulips | Jiyong + Gideon

The smell of pine and lilac was thick, the rich aroma almost overpowering to Jiyong that he felt his throat constricting to choke on the thick and heady scent. It probably didn’t help that he had a small fire going as well, the smoke rising and making his eyes burn and water incessantly. It was that time again, the itch to do magic a thorn in his side, tempting him at all times. It seemed to be getting worse, like a rash that didn’t fade, but only spread with each nail bitten scratch when he embedded his nails into his skin to relieve himself. He could barely go three days without experiencing that undeniable calling to let his powers sink into the rich dirt and spread his blood, his magic like wildfire until the dead beneath him sparked with life once again. Except he couldn’t afford to keep raising the dead, no he was trying to take the edge off with smaller rituals, ones that didn’t leave him scarred and dizzy from too much blood loss the next day.

Today was no different. It was a simple blessing really. One that didn’t require blood, but he found himself cutting open his wrist anyways, just to pour more of his own essence into the ground and hopefully make him sleep through the night without the primitive urges that kept him up. There had been too many nights for the necromancer to enjoy, tangled in the sweat soaked sheets as he fought with himself to stay still, don’t do more than what was needed. However, his blood boiled in discord, a sinister command to do more. He was running out of ideas, which is how he found himself rubbing his own blood across his face to amplify his blessing in hopes that someone or something would hear his cries and ease him for a few nights. His own voice sounded foreign to his own ears, as he fell more into the trance, hands buried in the fresh dirt and grass. He was almost done when his concentration wavered and his eyes flickered open quickly to spot an individual close by, no doubt seeing him. It brought a wince to his lips, because really this is how his kind got a bad reputation, people stumbling along during sacred moments in which he no doubt looked like some worshipper sacrificing to some evil presence. He held out a bloodied hand and grimaced once he realized this must really look bad. “I- Uh don’t freak out, I promise this isn’t as bad as it looks ah ha?”

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