#narise

[belderchal]

Sweater Witches! [Days 18-25]

As a lil' bonus, a closeup of the shelf I set up in Gogh with their merch and photos!

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"Well, who do we have here?" The voice calls across the half empty mall corridor. Narise pauses, just outside the door of the perfume store he'd been in. He'd managed to talk himself into spending a bit of the money that he'd found tucked into his jacket pocket, assumedly from Mr. Paek, since he was the only person with money that Narise spent time with who might do something like that rather than straight up handing it to him or just transferring it to the money pool.

The sweet, chaotic smell of the store leaking into the veranda seemed to vanish as the remembered smell of smoke, and alcohol and sweat seems to consume his senses. He knows that voice far too well. The windows above them let in plenty of light, yet it felt dark. "So which one of my precious nephews am I looking at?"

Narise turns to the voice. "Uncle." He greets cold and controlled, trying to mask the wave of fear that crashes over him. He was not a child anymore. He could handle this. He doesn't even notice the hand flying to his chest, so ingrained is the gesture. The tall, stern faced man in his fifties or maybe his 60's, has short dark hair, cold eyes and a weathered face that showed signs of having had refined features before time, the alcohol that clung to his breath, and a few too many hits to the face took their toll. His beer belly pressed against his torn jacket, but the brand new shoes he wore showed that he was capable of taking care of himself, but chose not to for a reason Narise did not care to know. There was just enough resemblance that if someone told you they were related, it might make sense, but clearly, Narise and his brothers got their looks from their mother.

He takes a breath, focusing on the smells of the perfumes, the way they blended with all the other smells of the mall. It was a busy mix, but one that he was familiar with now, grounding and something to pull him back. He turns away from his uncle and walks away. He counts the tiles as he crosses them, focusing on moving quickly to the more crowded food court where he could hopefully lose himself in the throng and vanish. But he skids on the slick tiles, the thick heels of his boots slipping as he's yanked to a stop hard by a tight grip on his arm. "Narise Ren! don't be rude. Stop walking and talk to your uncle." The drop of that hated name angers him.

"That's not my name. And you are not my uncle anymore. You stopped being one when you didn't protect us, and when you ran off, abandoning all 6 of us to whatever awfulness might have occurred if our brother hadn't stepped up and taken us in."

"It's the name your father gave you. Respect your elders. I'll always be your uncle and you should be grateful for everything I did to take care of you brats."

Narise pulls his arm away, ignoring the way it hurts. He'd have bruises tomorrow, but at least arms were easyish to hide. He needs to get away. He looks around for an out, the people around them glance away and keep walking, entering stores or food lines to avoid looking too nosy. He could see a few teenagers, clearly skipping school, have their phones out and recording. He has to get away. His thoughts bounce and skip, too quick to catch.

"I have to go." His voice is trembling, not as strong as he'd like. He tries to walk away again, only to have himself pulled to a stop again. "I have places to be."

"You owe me. You and your brothers. For all the money you cost me running off with that kid. and all the money me and your father spent taking care of you after that worthless mother of yours ran off and left us with 6 kids and mounting medical bills from a brat who was never supposed to live."

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Narise tugs at the hem of the open back collared vest that he wore as the Rover pulls into the driveway of his destination. He was meeting Paek to attend an even with some of Paek's underworld associates and not the street ones, but the fancy, super rich ones. He'd asked that Narise dress up a bit for the event and so he had.

The sleeveless, three button black collared vest he'd chosen to wear by itself had a plunging neckline to the first of the buttons and the hem was short, leaving small triangles of visible skin on his sides where it didn't quite meet his white slacks. His bare arms and shoulders were dusted with the faintest hint of scented shimmer dust. He paired the outfit with heeled black boots, gold hoop earrings and a black leather watch on one wrist and a three band gold bracelet on the other. His warm honey hair had been swept gently back away from his face leaving his bangs and a few framing pieces.

He'd even gone with a soft natural makeup look and the expensive perfume that Paek had bought him. And of course, his diamond-pattern, mirror leather Chanel bag. Everything he wore except the makeup had been bought by Paek. He'd decided to go with this look since the event seemed to matter to Paek.

He stares up at the mansion as he steps down from the Range Rove that had been sent to get him. He'd been here twice before for Paek's version of 'family dinner' with 'the kids' aka the three men that Paek, his boss and his boss's husband had adopted and raised together, only one of them being younger than Narise. Supposedly there was a niece somewhere studying abroad. But this place never failed to remind him that he could look like he belonged, he could even smell like it, but he didn't really belong here. He swallows and walks inside. He's waved inside and into a foyer with a nod and hint of a smile from one of the guards. He waits in the foyer for Paek as he was instructed. Apparently he needed an escort to enter the event.

It only takes a few minutes before Paek arrives, but it's enough for Narise to take in the room. It was tasteful and not overly ostentatious. Just bigger than he was used too, much bigger and everything, even the mirrors scattered through the room, looked expensive. He turns partially at the sound of footsteps and then turns fully when he sees Paek approaching. He takes a moment to take in his boyfriend's outfit. He may only be halfway through his first year of a fashion design program, but he's learned enough to recognize that this is a higher quality version of Narise's favorite of Paek's suits. A fitted, black three piece with a striped shirt. He'd traded in the simple silver tiger on his lapel for a fancier one, with what Narise guesses are diamonds and maybe other things. But it looks expensive. He only spares a moment to admire though before he moves quickly across the polished floor, heels clicking with every step to fling his arms around Paek and stretch on his toes to kiss his cheek.

Paek wraps an arm around him, his thumb brushing against the exposed skin on Narise's back as he kisses him. As the kiss breaks, Narise steps back and slowly spins. “You asked me to dress up, Daddy. How did I do?” He knows exactly what he's doing using that nickname now when they have to go into the event. Paek's eyes darken, but otherwise shows no reaction to Narise's teasing.

“You look beautiful little bird.” Paek brushes some of Narise's hair away from his face and his hand cups his cheek for a moment as he stares fondly at Narise. “You look like my treasure.” His hand drifts from his cheek to his throat, his thumb brushing across the front possessively, making Narise smile at him. “I got you something.”

Narise grins again, “Daddy, you don't have to buy me things all the time. I already look like yours.”

Paek nods sharply. “You are mine. And I want to spoil you.”

He turns Narise and resting his hands on his shoulders, he guides him in front of a mirror. Narise takes a moment to admire the sight of them both, here, together.

Paek meets his eyes in the mirror, his eyes soft and the smile on his lips, fond and caring. He reaches his hand around Narise and only when it's in front of Narise's eyes does he open his hand and let the gold chain in his hand unfold as he held the simple gold chain with a small songbird in flight. Narise widens his eyes at the simple beauty of the piece. “It's beautiful Daddy!” He pulls his eyes away to look at Paek in the mirror again. “Really, Paek! I love it!”

Paek nods as though he'd known this would be Narise's reaction, he probably did. He had had Narise figured out from the beginning. Paek gently lays the necklace around Narise's neck, doing the clasp and adjusting it to lay flat. He smooths his thumbs over the back of Narise's neck and bends his head to place a kiss on the back of Narise's neck. Narise smiles and lets himself lean backwards into the solid strength of Paek. “Can we skip the event and spend time just us?”

“No, little bird. This is work. Besides, I want to show you off.” Narise grins and reaches to pull one of Paek's arms around him as he watches the two of them iin the mirror. “You just want to brag that you got a hot, young college boy hanging on your arm.”

Paek chuckles, enduring Narise's teasing, he loves his attitude but he doesn't have time to indulge him the way he wants to. He has only a few more minutes before he has to be back at his boss's side. He picks up the wrapped box that he'd set down on the table next to the mirror. “ I have something else for you. This one is important.” He pulls off the plain, brown paper to reveal the polished leather box marked with the jewlers logo and hands it to Narise. “In my world, status matters. Who you are to someone else matters. I want everyone to know that you are mine.” Narise looks at the box, larger than any of the other jewelry boxes he'd been given.

He looks up at Paek, still facing the mirror. “I'm always yours. You've made that clear to everyone before I even was. I don't think that there's anyone who could doubt that.”

He opens the box slowly and stares at the item inside. It had to be worth thousands, maybe even millions, he wasn't great at knowing how much any particular piece of jewelry was worth. But it was expensive. A beautiful collar, gold, diamonds, emeralds, and a black stone he can't identify, creating two tigers, their tails forming the connection behind his neck and the heads would rest on either side of the hollow of his throat and connected in the front by one paw of each tiger.

“It's beautiful, but it's too much. This is too much. I can't accept something this expensive.” It hits him again, how different his world and Paek's world is. Something like this could probably cover all of his and his brothers expenses for a year or more.

“There is no such thing as too much for you, little bird.” Paek reaches around to pick up the collar and unfasten the clasp. “You deserve pretty things. I enjoy giving them to you. Let everyone who sees you know whose you are. Wearing my symbol also means that the guards will be able to make sure you're identified and protected if something happens. I'd burn the world if something happened to you.” Narise saw the fire in Paek's eyes and shivered slightly. He should be scared, the fierceness, the possessivness, like Narise was property, the way he issued a threat he meant so casually. It should scare him. He knew that. But it didn't. He felt safe, protected. No one could take this love from him and no one could get near enough to hurt him. Paek lifts the collar and clasps it around Narise's throat. His hands linger until hee embraces Narise, leaning down to place his head on his shoulder. “There. Now you look like my darling.” Narise stares, there had been a finality in the soft click of the clasp, as though a promise had been sealed. As though Paek was saying without words, run if you dare, you've long lost your chance to escape me. You're mine for life now.”

Narise lets Paek take his weight. “Any chance I can convince you to take off and go find something fun to do or maybe drag me off to one of these closets?”

Paek laughs, “No, my heart, but I promise I'll make it up to you later.” Narise sighs, but turns in Paek's arms to kiss him. If he couldn't do what he wanted, he could at least be kissed properly before he had to go in.

Paek didn't let them linger too long, pulling himself together and pulling away. But not losing himself doesn't do anything to bank the glowing embers in his dark eyes. He wraps Narise's arm through his. “Remember little bird, if we get separated, just tell people you're my darling and nothing else. You don't need to talk to anyone if I'm not right next to you. And don't go anywhere with anyone. Not even the boys. Just find me or Eryx and no one else.”

[jainavogt]

I gathered up all my favorite references that I never got around to drawing and threw them into a collage. Also posting each pic on its own.

[prgrmmr]

Shush, Hethurin doesn’t have a favorite...

[belderchal]

Made a set of Chibis! Out of the 8 characters from their story, I only had 4 chibis so I wanted to make the other 4. The old ones are very outdated so I might as well re-do them too

[belderchal]

OC-Tober 11: Narise

Narise is a timid girl who prefers the company of flowers. She lovingly tends to her garden every day and uses her produce to skillfully cook up delicious meals! Her ability to summon giant carnivorous plants is powerful, but she’s scared to use it. By wearing peonies in her hair, the symbol of bravery, she feels just a bit braver.

[belderchal]

Narise!

Pronouns: She/Her Likes: Ruuha, Plants, Food Dislikes: Anything even slightly scary, Socializing, Her bad memory Attack Ability: Summon Giant Carnivorous Plants Support Ability: Petal Smokebomb