#lotusless

[rainyvirnally]

i felt younger when i met you specially written for @lotusless location, first floor (hall) bedroom 4

cw; implied anxiety and injuries

the aftermath of the blood moon hunt is thought, even if hyunwoo does it best to keep it under wrap. it all happened so quickly. the way they split up, learning to work with a new witch for a little while, the constant anxiety brewing under his skin at the idea of juwon being somewhere out of reach of him again... he doesn't exactly handle it well. he could have handled it better, but it's been three days since he was last in his familiar form and the tremors in his hands isn't from the anxiety today.

they are in their shared room, tucked into their own corner and going through their laundry. fresh batch of clothes, they smell nice, easy to divide as well.

hyunwoo has kept quiet, listening to juwon as she speaks, hands working on folding different pieces of clothing to keep himself busy. he hears does listen, but he doesn't really hear her. it takes him a bit longer to realise his witch had stopped talking.

"sorry-" he starts, shoulder hunching forward a little bit more as he glances at her "can you repeat that?" hyunwoo asks, head tipping to the side as he looks at juwon, brows furrowed. "i was listening i swear-" it's a lie, they both know it but he hopes she doesn't point it out.

it takes him a few seconds to decide what to do with the hoodie he was holding in his hands, before finally dropping it on the edge of the bed and taking a seat. his leg bounces as he looks at juwon, giving her his full attention.

"you were saying." he feels a bit bad, having to stop multi tasking something easy just to listen to her.

[neretiics]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓: @eurydieces, @lotusless, @rainyvirnally

the blood moon haunts her. sena would swear on it if her tongue could enunciate the sentiments to her companions. each apprehensive glance upward is rewarded with an eerie sheen in the copper red moon. it isn't nearly red enough, the realization drops like a pin, it's as if its waiting to be fed more.

the forest is no different from the the ones in hanno. dirt is dirt. but magic—magic is alive. magic permeates, parts metal and parts earth (blood. blood and dirt. dirt and blood. always and forevermore in that order.)—so much so that each step runs her lungs haggard and blood pounding against her sternum. magic, in a startlingly abundance that floods her mind to the point that she's unable to think; nails pressing into the heart of her palm till her vision blurs and clears.

earlier's elation has come and gone. in its place is monster discombobulated, thirteen limbs and four sets of eyes, it crawls past the unwilling small of her mouth and down her throat—straight to bottom of her gut. "we should," sena starts despite herself, giving pause at a faint chime of the bell. must be the wind. "split up, i think." she gestures vaguely, eyes roving from face to face. it is the best way to cover more ground.

"eunho can search from the skies." she points up, finger giving a little lighthearted twirl. funny, the ease in which she takes to ordering around a familiar she had renounced all but a week or so ago. "what about... yours?" her attention flitters over to juwon and her companion, blinking slow. sena realizes she doesn't even know the form (nor name) of her familiar—never bothered to ask, more like—though, even that doesn't matter at the end of the day.

anything's better than a damned magpie.

[linguaste]

╋━ 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 with @lotusless present; school ✦ see individual curriculum

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓽urning pages after scanning each one, the sound of crisp paper breaks the silence every now and then; sometimes, followed by motions of fast scribbling, paper laid still on the wooden table, before the tip of his pen dance on its surface. with a different sensation from the usual drag and pressure when holding the writing instrument, order is prominent in the way his thoughts translate neatly and with less resistance, the space in between words and the strokes are even and consistent, and decisiveness embedded in the lack of accidental blotting. hajun makes use of the time to read through submitted applications for the class while waiting for the next student in line, someone he reserved the entire afternoon for.

ㅤ ❛   miss nam, there's no need to wait. you may enter. ❜ the man says without looking up —— already sensing the flow of her magic nearby, particularly around the entryway to the classroom. for the long time that he gained the privilege to work with nam juwon, hajun has already catalogued the predictability in the spikes of her flow, mentally noted in the archived signatures within his mind. it is fortunate that within that span, he learned to install basic runic safeguards as a failsafe protocol within the room before any spellcasting classes ensue; and whatever advanced ideas for improving the system will be later on discussed with @runeink jiho when hajun gets the time.

once he pulls a paper with her name on it, the professor finally lifts his head for a proper greeting. hajun stands from his seat, holding the paper with one hand and the other reaches for his nape, as he stretches his neck. walking around the table before he leans against the counter, crossing his legs as his heels and passive magic supported the balance and stability of his chosen position.

ㅤㅤ ❛  welcome to the spring semester of this class. ❜ his tone is softer than usual, a good mix of conscientiousness and mindfulness towards the repeater this year. shoulders relaxed, pausing and waiting for her to speak up at any time. hajun didn't want any misunderstandings to start off their learning journey for this month and the next ( or so ), after all. ❛  i know there had been delays provided that the blood moon hunt had been the focus last month, but i hope that you've been well. tell me, what have you been up to lately? ❜