#lizedemigod

[kookiexdemigod]

Seven in the morning. With sleep still in her eyes despite being fully dressed for their London departure--a mostly white ensemble with a coat, scarf, dress, and dark tights--she knocked upon the other's door, her gloved hand echoing upon the wooden surface as she called out. A huge pink trolley stood behind her, and she hoped the other did take to her words and packed what was needed for the trip that very night. "Kookie? Are you ready to leave?"

He'd just finished carefully folding an old suit -- the one that he'd worn to his own father's funeral -- when the knock resounded across the room, and he made sure to leave a note at his roommate's desk before he opened the door, snakes wound around his form. "Ready," he replied, Nagini in a cage under his arm, plain black luggage at his side. "Don't worry about Monty and Sir Nelson; I just fed 'em, so they'll behave."

[kookiexdemigod]

[ book description ]

You won’t notice him. You won’t notice him when he’s sitting by you, writing or doodling god-knows-what on that notebook of his, nor when he’s standing in front of you, all legs and shoulders and a towering height that is not fit for his age. Heck, you won’t even notice him until he is literally inches in front of you, breathing in the air you just expelled and dark eyes boring upon yours. On your worst days you won’t even notice him at that distance, and only until a slimy head of one of his snakes suddenly pokes you on the cheek—it is usual, contrary to popular belief—would you lift up your head and give him a glance. And once you do, you would ask yourself a million questions on why you have never noticed him before. His eyes are dark coal, a sense of mischief hidden beneath their murky pools, matched only but that curved smirk that always curls upon his lips. Black locks form a mop on his head and they never seem to stay still, their ends usually sticking out of his scalp without the proper attention, kind of like the myriad of limbless reptiles that curl around almost every part of his body. You query why you have never seen them before, but instead of fear, you are encroached with a sense of awe, a sense of childlike wonder as to how he could tame those beasts that seem to hold a lot of poison. Maybe he is poison in himself; his innocent visage could hide a number of ill intents. But you leave that question in the air, let it linger in your subconscious—threatened to be forgotten—because you see his hands and on those outstretched palms dance a number of sparkles. And you are enthralled. The boy is magic, and today you feel lucky enough to be his only audience.

[emoboy1219-blog]

[ ' the bright smile never leaving her face, the girl placed the brochure back in her pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels as she shook her head at his query ] No, I don't need to use the bathroom. And no, I haven't told you my name yet! But it's Charlize Kingsleigh, and I am daughter of Hades.

Well, if you don't need to use the restrooms, why are you--- (/the male paused. Hades? In the silence that consumed the two, Junhyung eyed the female, analyzing her features-- Only stopping when his eyes reached her beaming smile) You're a child of Hades? (/he didn't bother stopping the chuckle from slipping) I'd introduce myself, but you already know my name.

[kookiexdemigod]

Crouched upon the deepest area of the Academy's garden as she sobbed, the mourning girl tried to still her tears as she dialed the familiar number, fingers shaking and lips quivering as she placed her phone close to her ears. The ringing was torturous, and she almost burst out into incoherent sobs upon hearing the other's voice, yet she swallowed it all in, not wanting to appear pathetic to the other. "K-Kookie?" She began, her voice slightly broken. "A-Are you free? I n-need you right now."

At first he wanted to ignore it. He wanted to finish this new sketch, right hand doing the drawing the left made for easier controls of which pen he's using. With the comic half-finished, he finally reached for his phone, answering it and holding it between his ear and his shoulder as he continued to colour the panels in. "Yeah --?" The digital pen was immediately dropped as he scrambled out of his seat, already reaching for his jacket. "Yeah...yeah, I'm free," he answered softly, not liking the way her voice sounded at all. "Where are you?"

[emoboy1219-blog]

[ ' the girl blinked, checking the student council brochure once more if to see if she got the wrong face matched to the name--nope. ] It says here you're Yong Junhyung-nii! Student council treasurer, yes?

(/the males gaze shifted to the brochure in the females hands. since when were there brochures--- i need to charge whoever printed that. The male brought his hand to the cloaked lower half of his face, lightly rubbing his chin) I might be Junhyung, but only if you're here to pay for something. Did you perhaps need to use the restrooms? (/he blinked) What did you say your name was?

[melinoebansin]

With a skip in her step and her floofy teal dress flouncing up behind her, the girl approached the unfamiliar looking female, stopping just a few steps short before her. “Hello! I am guessing you are new, miss!” Giggling, the little miss fetched a small pink flower sticker from her dress pocket, gently placing it upon the other’s cheek. “There. Cute. Welcome to the Academy!” She poised a contagious grin, extending a hand to shake. “I’m Charlize Kingsleigh, daughter of Hades. ‘Tis a pleasure.”

     -- flowers reminded her of her mother but the girl in front of her certainly did not. perhaps she was another child or the queen but then again she didn't seem to have the right persona. at least not until the name of her father was brought up and she immediately lifted her head to gaze over at the other's physiques. "hades?" pausing right there, her plump lips almost disappeared as they were pursed into a thin line when she hummed to herself in thought. "we share the same father then, charlize."

[emoboy1219-blog]

[ ' skips over, hazel eyes wide and practically sparkling as she approached the unfamiliar male ] You are Junhyung-nii, right? (◡‿◡✿)

(/the male stared at the unfamiliar figure, brows lightly furrowing together as his name was spoken. Who--) No. Wrong person. 

[minyoonxi-blog1]

black bird

"black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past

He’s alone and there’s no one there for him anymore— honestly he’s always been scared of the dark, but he’s too god damn prideful to admit to it. There’s no one to comfort him, to comfort him from the dark before it swallows him whole. His relatives don’t care for him, classmates avoid him, parents are gone from his life— who is there left? There isn’t anyone to save him. He’s left vulnerable to everything: his thoughts, his nightmares, everything that’s haunted him.

It comes to a stand still. It’s dark, everything’s dark and he can only hear the tempting whispers. They tell him to destroy, destroy, destroy, to create chaos because that’s his only purpose, to prevent peace from arising, Destroy the ones he loves— to ruin those around him.

"No," he says, covering his ears. "No, no, no," he chants. "It’s wrong, wrong, wrong, it’s so wrong. No— shut up. Fucking shut up—"A whimper escapes and he curls into a ball.

It’s just another sleepless night that he can’t do anything about.