🏞: what are your top six essentials you must carry with you at all times?
a smartphone and a wallet – “actual no-brainers, right?”
although barely anyone notices it, soobin’s phone is always in a nearly perfect condition. despite him not using any kind of case for protection. he just never let it drop and makes sure to handle it with care. and also whenever han is accidentally destroying it he also manages to repair it without soobin noticing.
a pair of noise cancelling headphones – “these saved my life so many times... you won’t believe how noisy people can be at the library...”
soobin isn’t all that crazy about music. it’s not bad but it’s also not the salvation some people make it. in general white noise or the sound of rain, thunderstorms, the sea or anything similar will do the job just as well. whenever he’d feel rebellious he’d switch to asmr.
changing clothes – “okay, forget what i just said. these are life-savers! oh trust me, every medical student keeps at least some underwear and a fresh shirt somewhere easy accessible at any time!”
just the idea of being smelly is torture to soobin. and while fragrances or deodorants are definitely an option to avoid that, working at the hospital has teach him how much more effective a change of wardrobe would be. even the most beloved perfume won’t make it better when you have someone else’s blood on you.
a pair of scissors – “honestly i don’t know what to tell you about this without sounding weird. let’s just say it’s handy to have scissors around, okay?”
{tw: mention of gore}
scissors tend to be the one thing people could need constantly while being outside but yet nobody is ever able to provide some. except for soobin. there is no specific reason he decided to carry some around with him at all times - and actually get into trouble because of them more than once - but it feels right to him. and even if it would not, han would never allow him to leave them behind. every warlock is in desperate need of a subject to channel their magic and though metal might be harder to control and the outcomes might be less powerful it still is han’s choice. after all if the spell goes wrong, you still might use the scissors to stab them in the eye or slit their throat until they bleed to death. Sometimes violence can be just as useful as magic.
his diary – “no, i cannot let you look inside. what do you think why i call it a diary?”
he never talks about it but soobin tends to be upset about not being able to remember what happens when han is in control. and in order to keep track of his black outs he had have a diary for almost 15 years now. secretly soobin still hopes that han would participate in those recordings and let him be a part of his life. but han couldn’t care less about it - he doesn’t need a diary.
the pages of the notebook are actually enchanted and soobin is provided with a new one by his grandmother regularly. whatever he writes onto those pages will forever be a secret. if other people should get their hands on it or peak inside it they will only see what they want to see - what they believe what soobin would write into this notebook. study notes, shopping lists or even stupid poets, people will only see their perception of the male in his writing.
Come here. Use the stairs to the basement outside on the back. Do NOT go in on ground level. Hurry.
[location attached]
Today, 1:07 AM
I... need help.
[tw: descriptions of an (illegal) operation and medical stuff]
han glanced at the phone shortly to check the time. almost 20 minutes passed since he wrote rigs to ask for help. he didn’t know what the naga had been doing or how long it would take him to arrive at the abandoned building but han still felt impatient about him taking so long.
the young warlock brought his attention back to the body in front of himself. the cut opening the female’s chest down to her upper abdomen was clean and there was only a small amount of blood on the edges of her skin as well as han’s gloves. but still he hesitated to go on. as soon as he’d continue his work he’d have to hurry in order to finish it off before she’d lose too much blood and most of her organs would die purposelessly.
his train of thought was interrupted by a loud bang. han didn’t have to look up to know what it was, he heard it multiple times in the past minutes. he had blocked the door to the ground floor but judging from the sounds that wouldn’t help for much longer. whoever was on the other side of the door had noticed han’s presence and tried to get to him. and while han first had thought that the noises came from some homeless people looking for shelter in the now run down mental clinic he started to question his own judgement. maybe he was wrong? but as those people didn’t find the second entry to the basement yet it was save to assume that they were not surrounding the whole building.
and for the first time in a very long time - more likely even for the first time ever - han could’t wait to see rigs’ face. he just had to arrive soon.
Cue the angered flicker of their marbled tails. The gumiho’s foxy ears twitched in response to the thinly concealed irritation that seemed to rise with each word that fell from the other’s lips. “Perhaps you should not have said anything, then,” Cloud snarked back, flinging the dust off the sleeve of their silky robe. There was nothing that annoyed the gumiho more than being threatened in any way or form. What added to their vexation was the added equation of the unknown. Cloud did not appreciate not knowing things. “Had you not gotten carried away with your incessant need for a petty fight, perhaps we would not be in this situation.” Unlike the millenium old being that they were, the gumiho ended their statement with a stomp of the foot. A literal putting their foot down.
Inhaling deeply, Cloud seemed to find their bearings once again as their shoulders relaxed with their natural poise. “It matters not. I will not be hunted like one of those pathetic dogs,” Cloud sneered as they began disrobing, peeling the dirt-laden material off their torso. Fur began to sprout where skin revealed as their two legged form morphed away, twisting and stretching until they were in all fours - a large marbled arctic fox with nine beautiful black-tipped tails spread out behind them. “The ones that should be concerned about safety should be them, for I will be the most dangerous right here and now.” The fox opened their maw, letting out a sharp, shrill laugh that pierced the night. “Now sit down and watch, little venomous noodle. Let this be a lesson.”
🏞: what are your top six essentials you must carry with you at all times?
🏞: what are your top six essentials you must carry with you at all times?
“Iron fans, diabetes bars, city map, credit card, cayenne pepper, my fox marble. Why, looking for another opportunity to kill me again? I’ll have you know that even without my essentials, I’ll still beat the hell out of you.”
