#m; jisu

[hellslittleprince]

Fallen (for you) jisu+doyun

When Jisu had talked of falling all those years ago, when he'd sat beside Sunny and Iseul and Doyun and whispered amongst them all what it might be like, to be free of their creator and experience things they weren't free to... when he had Doyun had sat, heads ducked close together to plan and plot and work out how to do it and get them all out in one piece... He'd never expected it all to end up like this.

He'd never expected in all the milllennia that he wouldn't have fallen with them. That he'd endure years of hell in heaven, only to be ripped from up on high by a man hellbent on hurting First, and thrown to actual Hell like a piece of dirt. He'd never expected that weeks, months down the line, he would still be healing. That his back still ached, that the scars still pulled and his powers still stuttered...

And he hadn't expected the war. Foolish, really. He hadn't been oblivious to it prior to his fall. He'd known things were unsettled, but maybe he hadn't realised quite how close to it all his friends.. his family were. It had meant that, despite how long it had been since they had seen eachother, he didn't see them often... and when he did... seeing the pain in their eyes, the memories like ghosts haunting them all? It stung. To know what they had before, what they were, and not to think they might not be able to even look at him... that Doyun might not even be able to look at him...

Jisu inhaled, eyes closing against the sting in his eyes at the thought, nestled as he was in the armchair in his bedroom. He couldn't lay anymore... He preferred it here, anyway. Sat in that chair, eyes out on the view from the window. And then he felt the air shift, head tilting... Someone was here. Not just someone... "Doyun?" // @n0chanxes

[tintedpeach]

She had never imagined she’d be at a company this big. Even when her and Skye had spruced up her resume and prepared everything; she thought, with a simple background check, they would’ve hired anyone else over the unqualified, Kim Jisu. The most experience she had was working various part times to help with her apartment and she was in no way, shape or form to be fit with this company. But she was glad that she had Skye to back her up and force her employer to keep her in contract for 4 years with no chance for pay out. While most would consider that a death sentence, Jisu knew her cover would be blown as soon as she began working. But if she had a job like this, for all four years on her resume, she knew she could get hired on anywhere. She steps into the office, a gentle smile on her face as she greets her new employer with a deep bow, “Hello, I’m your new assistant, Kim Jisu.” She hums,  a smile giggle slipping past her lips at her new found position title. @mccnxhild

[hellslittleprince]

Everything had been quiet, fine. Working as always, following orders to the letter to avoid repercussions. And then pressure on his back, a tilt, and a fall… oh god, such a fall. And then…

Agony. Burning, unrelenting. Angry, fierce, fiery. Sharp, and deep, and tearing through his every nerve, his every limb. Darkness, then light. Nothing, and then a grin, teeth white and sharp and menacing, with eyes darker than any he'd seen. Taunting. Words whispered into ears that rushed with blood struggling to reach every part it needed. His healing… was nowhere to be found. He couldn't reach that light in his heart. Not as he failed to cling onto it with bloodied fingertips as it was leached from his body with an almighty rip.

But it wasn't just that light though… More than the light. Wings, sprouted in defence as he tried to drag himself away on his stomach. Pristine white, turned crimson, then rotting. Black, black, black. And one, wrenched from his body and the agony from the fall felt like nothing more than a dull ache in comparison. Did he scream? He couldn't tell. Hands clawed dirt as he tried to pull further, but the pain was so much, too much…His once crisp white shirt turned crimson in blood, the material sitting in tatters barely clinging to weak, shaking shoulders. Blood smeared across his skin - his back, his chest, his chin and cheek. Anywhere, everywhere. The world around him tilted, flickered in and out. One wing… still attached, a festering wound in itself. Another wound by it's side. The other wing… Gone. On the ground, dirt and blood and black engulfed by flames as his limp, rapidly fading body could do nothing but watch it burn. And then the darkness came again.

Elsewhere, something shifted in the air. A quiet evening amongst the chaos of the past few weeks, Nix was clinging onto his time with Iseul with everything he damn well had. Everyone was fine. At their homes, in their beds, doing god knows what with who knows who and Nix had no damn problem with any of it as long as they stayed safe and unhurt and out of his damn business. That was until the quiet evening shifted, the air changing and… and blood? Brows furrowed as he looked up from the blood sprayed over his arm and immediately, the panic set in.

"Iseul… Oh my god, Iseul! What the fu… What…" He shifted, hands immediately cupping cheeks, eyes searching for injuries, hurt, poisons, any damn reason why his damn heart was suddenly coughing up blood, "Iseul?!" || @n0chanxes

[hellslittleprince]

o p e n

"You know, the most common cause for angels falling from heaven is curiosity? We aren't allowed to experience emotions and... feelings like humanity does. And so those who wonder too much, wander too far, or are simply sick of wondering, fall." Jisu murmured, head tilting just a touch, "The second most common reason is forced falling. Ironic, really, that I almost fell for the first, but was pulled down by the second and now, I'm not so sure I want to keep feeling like this. It hurts too much."

[hellslittleprince]

jisu did not have a type until he realised it was men who would buy him pretty underwear and gifts and worship every inch of him in same pretty underwear and gifts

[hellslittleprince]

@wingsnwangs | Feeling eyes on him wasn't anything new - Jisu had had a fair few humans staring at him for all number of reasons since his fall. Some in horror, when wounds bled through his clothes in the earlier days, some in confusion when he didn't seem to know what was going on around him when cars sped past or music blared loud from seemingly nowhere, and some with something similar to this particular man - something he couldn't put his finger on.

"Do you look at everyone with such intensity, or am I just special?" Jisu hummed, a warm if slightly shy smile settled on his lips, "Though, I have to admit, I can't tell quite what it is that you're looking at."

[hellslittleprince]

Meet Jisu

Fallen Angel - Age Unknown - Seonghwa (bio under cut)

Like for a starter?

Jisu had meant to fall with his brothers. Way back in the earliest years, when Angels fell from the heavens with or after Lucifer, Jisu had meant to fall. He'd wanted to fall. But when Heaven caught wind that some of his closest and dearest were taking that path, it came down to a choice - try and fall with them and risk them all getting caught, or give himself up and give them a headstart. Known as a mediator, one who restored peace and order when things went wrong, his choice was an obvious one - he let his brothers take their fall, and he held his arms out, prepared to be caught.  The years after that, his abilities, his title, were stripped from him. From The One Who Restores to The One Who Remains. A torture in itself. A constant reminder, and a way to make an example of him to the others. He stayed, and so should they. If only heaven had shared the real reason for his decision. And so the years spanned and stretched and tortured. Until a random evening, doing his work alone, he was pushed. The fall was long, and painful, but that was nothing compared to what greeted him on the ground. Wing torn from his back by strong, malicious hands, Jisu was left to bleed and claw his way to try and survive. From restoring, to remaining, to resenting, Jisu now swears he will bring revenge and chaos down on those that harmed him or his brothers over the years.

[hellslittleprince]

o p e n

to; any (m/nb for ship) note; jisu is a fallen angel, veryyy new to the human thing

Thigh high boots, Jisu had learned, were very stylish and certainly made him feel somewhat pretty but were a very, very poor choice for someone who was lost on a warm day in the city. Huffing at how uncomfortable they felt, he looked around frantically for any sign that he'd made it to his destination. No such luck. Groaning, he waddled up to the first person who looked vaguely approachable.

"I'm... awfully sorry to disturb you. But um... I appear to be lost? My friend told me I should catch a train to the gallery but... I guess I didn't realise that they didn't... all go to the gallery..."