#ofmorninlight

[spoiledsovls]

[ grab ] from song : 0

send one of the following to see how my muse reacts.

[ grab ] to aggressively grab my muses arm 

status: accepting.

the amount of anger rushing to hyejung’s face had become apparent upon her visage, there was pain, desperation, chaos, explicitly hidden for the longest time between her and song for she was unable to fully express herself. sure, they were of the same nature but that necessarily didn’t mean they were to get along everyday-- nor get along at all. fuck. why were there so many misunderstandings between the two if they were around the same age, somewhat same ambitions and so on? the two had already been arguing, anger bubbling inside of her stomach the whole day before things started flying in the air. 

a broken vase’s edge had scraped the side of hyejung’s face, blood smearing across her cheek before she initiated the next move. the girl was light on her feet, avoiding another object before smashing her fist against his jaw, enough for him to regret the words he would not take back. it was enough for him to lose his balance, but since the two souls had been acquainted each other for quite some time, she knew that he wasn’t going to be knocked down anytime soon. the goal was for him to divert his attention anyway, so that she could leave. so that she wouldn’t drown in her own demons that lulled her to sleep at the crack of dawn where the moon’s light shone down on them.

song stopped her in her tracks, grabbing her arm as her back was facing towards him. her words slip out in between the spaces of her teeth from being gritted. “what, what is it now, song? i’m pathetic? you’re a lion, i’m the lamb? what is it now?”

[sweetmarzipan]

@ofmorninlight​​ liked ( this post ) for a starter from the new muses! for cain & kristopher

“ well now isn’t this interesting. ”

eyes are fixated on an unknown figure, yet there remains something about them which lingers, nudges at the mind with whispers of familiarity. the only estimate she can make is that he is from hell as well— though anything further is a frustrating mystery. 

she blames her darling brother for this obstacle; the incompetent whelp followed her to earth but can’t seem to get over the sin in the air. pathetic. now both their abilities are subdued, though at least it means she can walk the earth a bit longer. it’s only a matter of time before abel banishes her back to the ninth circle.

approaching an unknown entity might be dangerous for others, but cain is nonchalant as she maneuvers towards the stranger. the mark bestowed upon her all those eons ago tingles along the back of her neck, as much a promise of her own protection as well an unruly curse. lips stretch into an easygoing smile, eyes flickering briefly while a single hand reaches out to rest on his arm. 

“ pardon, but have we met before? ”

[lighthazcd]

@ofmorninlight​

“well  ,  i  think  we  all  sometimes  get  distracted  by  taking  the  easy  route  in  life.” ian  commented.  he  ,  himself  was  a  person  who  was  like  that.  technology  playing  a  huge  part  in  his  like. “but  ,  barley  SHOWED  me  that  there  is  magic  out  there  ,  magic  in  me  and  it’s  pretty  freeing.”

[lustfordxath-blog]

@ofmorninlight

            “tell me you love me.”

[noblehigh]

written for  @ofmorninlight,  because brian wanted to see kris??

❝  hey  --  douchebag-mcgee --  ❞   it’s a term of  endearment, really. along with the powerful  sentiment, the demon tosses a medium-sized medical bag of  blood  into kris’ lap, soon joining him on the couch. sure, make yourself  comfortable. personal space isn’t a thing at all.  ❝  okay,  on the real  --  you don’t like beer, you didn’t seem  thrilled  about my juice box idea, so... this is the next best thing. ❞   feel free to ask  why  he has bags of blood, though that will only open up another  story.  ❝  -- does blood have an expiration date if you keep it refrigerated? ❞

[missedlcve]

you know who’s  really  good at picking up on other people’s vibes?  anne.  you know who also doesn’t  care  about the vibe kris is giving off that’s screaming to be  left alone?  that would also be anne. he’s roaming the night, that should be  ominous  enough, but whens he sees a familiar face she can’t just let it slide. especially this new guy who apparently hangs out in elouise’s apartment.   ❛   hey!  ❜   she pipes up, jogging forward to catch up to him,  ❛   don’t make a sick lady run, dude.  ❜ 

written for  @ofmorninlight  /  they  ♡  this.

[fatetempted-a]

                        it wasn’t all the time that lavender felt a strong feeling to use someone, something, or somewhere as   her muse   for painting. usually it would be visions stemming from her abilities and she might dabble in a bit of her witchcraft roots to enhance it. but sitting out on the fire escape of her los angeles apartment one night, her camera in hand as the sun began to set gave her the   perfect   muse she was searching for. he was quite tall and dark. dark in the sense that he seemed to cause quite an eerie, ominous feeling to arise within her whenever she saw him. after that night, after taking still photos of her newfound muse, she saw him   quite often   due to the fact she would watch his nightly routine of passing her apartment building and heading toward the more shadier part of her neighborhood. part of her felt as though it were   her duty   to protect him. lavender knew what lurked in those alleyways and behind the crumbling structures that lined the streets—–danger. 

                        so of course when she wasn’t slinging paint across canvases during the daytime, she was trailing far behind him but close enough to make sure he wasn’t getting hurt or being harassed. part of her somehow knew he could   more than handle   himself no matter what situation he got himself into and she was unsure of why, but she did. the other part of her found him so interesting and found herself painting in ways she never had before that she   needed   to keep seeing him, keep following him. on some levels she felt like she was probably stalking him, but to her it was different because she wasn’t obsessed or infatuated with him for the wrong reasons or delusions. she just wanted to keep him   safe .

                        tonight felt different. it felt like something in the air had changed and it piqued her interest more than ever. lavender trailed far behind, but   slightly closer   than normal as the unknown male headed down winding pavement. a chill in the air caused a shiver to rise up the witch’s spine. per usual, her camera hung from her neck while she tucked red locks behind her ear. but as she turned to look behind her for   one split second   she was met with her muse cornering her against the brick wall that had only been feet away moments ago. the energy was immense and nearly draining for her. she’d never felt so much from a human’s aura. and as their eyes met, tension in the air, she question if he   was   human.

❪   ♡   ❫   —   @ofmorninlight      //      closed   ⟶   lavender + kris   !

[lighthazcd]

@ofmorninlight​

“no  ,  see.  i’m  partial  to  candy  too.  got  to  love  the  taste  of  strawberry  laces  and  sherbet.  but  chocolate.  it’s  OKAY  not  my  favourite.  i  don’t  see  why  girls  in  those  chick  flicks  go  for  it  when  they’re  sad.”