#illusionaires

[joyfulrebelblossom]

Visiting London. 1st stop was the Illusionaires space in Canary Wharf.

[redemptioninterlude]

                        All she was doing was walking home...

Innocent enough in other spaces, but not here. Not in Seoul, not for her. Blonde hair and hands shoved deep into pockets, it’s a wonder that she even caught the sound of something going sideways behind her with her headphones on and the music, loud. A jump within her step that slows, no more ROMANTIC MOVEMENTS for her when the ground suddenly feels loose, like it’s all about to crumble and give way beneath her, bones all set into vibration. An innate feeling of wrongness permeates everything, mouth - dry, eyes -alert. It’s with apprehension that she turns, not expecting to see two men caught mid-fight, a hand already raised to pull at her headphones, but it pauses in that shock that follows.

                                                She knows him...

Or kind of does, at least. No, does, she’s just UNDER SELLING it. To Alice, there’s no mistaking the man who rises, even if he’s left all dressed up as if some masked Avenger, tearing through the city; all he’s missing is the war cry (Wakanda forever!) though it wouldn’t suit him by a mile, another thump, and she’s lost her footing, that sudden desperation cluing in over the surprise that Hojun there, the man that she used to intern for before the semester ended, how she got him coffee and wrote his minutes and did work, staying up late, to ensure his briefs were ready by the morning, and... 

Oh FUCK. She’s going to die, isn’t she, the fight moving her way, scrambling, suddenly, in her own insistance to get out from the line of fire. A shoe slips, you shouldn’t have worn those heels, as she scrapes her knees on pavement, feels that hot-red-discourse of blood against her shins, there’s a haggard gasp that rips itself from her lungs. He won’t see her, not when his attention’s all robbed, only dodging just in time when something’s thrown her way, a reluctant scream echoing through the space before she realizes that it was her that had made it. Fuck... she’s going to die. She’s going to die.

a starter for @illusionaries​ // hojun

[phnctsa]

☾ — ⋆ awaiting the unknown @illusionaries

“so.. how has life been treating you?” kangjoon turned to the female with a soft smile spread over his lips. it had been a while since he graduated from school, gotten his degree and finally worked in the company. kangjoon wasn’t very into the caring about younger generations or helping anyone out but he had taken a liking of chiyori as the female had taken an internship in their company. it wasn’t a great environment - so the male thought - for females. not only were the guys annoying and lusted over anyone but the females were ready to stab a knife into anyone’s back who was getting in their way of getting on top. being the ceo’s son and taking the female under his wings at least allowed him to keep her protected from most of it. “hope the internship wasn’t all that bad? school’s been all good?” he didn’t want to be nosy but he was really curious if the female had been fine so far or if he needed to kick anyone’s butt to leave her alone. 

it was so unlike kangjoon who hardly even spend a second caring for his own half-sister. the only one the male really ever cared for was his best friends and their siblings. sometimes, in really explicit moments he even cared for their friends. not that this would happening regularly but rather really seldom.

[jngkjn]

PREV. Aiden was annoyed when he found out he is not the only demon in this district. He immediately initiated a meeting. but he was more than displeased when he got to know the other demon is one of those “too much talk, losing it’s worth” and he was also impatient he lost his temper pretty fast after arriving. He did let the other speak as much as they needed and he did listen, but he hated when someone tried to speak to him with a mannerism of trying to sound wise. But let’s be honest, it was all Aiden just being pissed that he is no longer alone and probably won’t be as free to do what he wanted as he was before. Demons tend to cross their way and apparently the other wasn’t all about what Aiden was. “Just shut. Answer the questions. How old are you? Demon of what are you, except boredom? I barely feel any aura from you, is it because you are this powerful or are you just recently recruited demon?” he tapped his fingers against the wooden chair. “You settled at my area, it’s my district, I’ve been here and I rule here for a very long time and I don’t intend to suddenly change any rules just because of you deciding on staying here. Do you understand what I am saying?” he asked and got up. “I’m Rosier and I’m keeping this part of town alive in lust, sexual desire, I play a lot here and it gives me enormous power when they all fall into my trap, don’t disturb me and my actions and we won’t have any problem. Do you understand?” he came closer, sitting on the side of the desk. “Also don’t try to show me or act like you are stronger or different, if you build up any defence, I will more likely attack.” he smirked leaning. His finger sliding against other’s cheek. “That’s a handsome body you have. Good taste.” he pulled his hand back. He obviously was quick to switch moods, but it was in his blood already. Then he realised, he never lived close to another demon and he suddenly felt this might be more interesting than he ever could imagine. “Now tell me, where do you stand in topic of sex.” @illusionaries​