#ophelixs

[theolunar]

🍺 + do you have a crush on anyone?

send ‘’🍺‘’ + a question and my muse will answer it while they’re drunk

   there was no denying that questions like this made the werewolf uncomfortable and it was even more so obvious when she was drunk, failing to keep a straight face. she did often romanticize about people in her life, lulling herself to sleep at night with a mind full of what if’s. but it wasn’t a crush. no way. “the only thing i’m crushing is it.” teddy laughed - much funnier when she was sober and could see straight - before her expression became serious. “even if i did have a crush on haerin, it wouldn’t matter anyway. we are just friends.” she didn’t realize that that wasn’t the question and that she had blatantly said his name despite the fact she would rather take anything like having a crush to the grave. 

[heruines]

deal with the devil’s maiden. ✦ jiwon & iseul.

            Only gentle gusts of breezes signal his arrival whenever he feels like making an entrance,   as opposed to knocking on the doors to the Boss’ office just like everyone else does.   He knows he’ll be called out for his   impudent   behavioural trespasses through the walls and into the room itself,   but it’s just a room like anything else;   nothing matters to a Ghost,   even the rumours and distaste in the air within O-Jeom’s network.

           Iseul is a Runner,   and no matter how much he runs,   he is expected to run back to O-Jeom.   More so,   back to   OPHELIA’s   side regardless of any reasons,  excuses,  intentions or emotions.

           This time around,   the Runner brings back a good alcoholic drink as courtesy of one of his clienteles outside of O-Jeom.   For every trespass forgiven is an expectation that he will bring something else besides from news he picked up along the roads.   Today,   as he   UNVEILS HIMSELF   from the dust and shadows,   Iseul places down a wine glass and an   offering   to soothe the Boss’ nerves or rather,   guarantee that she will not lash at him.   Well,   he can always run away,   but ever since that her magic had known his on the day they met,   Iseul needs to be more careful around her.

            For   OPHELIA FOUND HIM   in between life and death on a rainy midnight,   the Veil between the living and the dead closing in on his immortal body that his mother had attempted to take with her that time.   For he felt   OPHELIA AND HER MAGIC   aided his essence back,   for   OPHELIA GAVE HIM   more than a push in keeping his existence;   she promised him a   PURPOSE.       

            As Iseul makes himself comfortable in some corner of her office,   having a glass himself to show the safety of the drink,   he chides her,

    ˚❛     If you keep ignoring your...   health,   your subordinates will think I’m your   KEEPER   more than your Runner.     ❜˚        Then,   a murmur.         ˚❛    Is this your   real   reason why you offered to    KEEP  ME    around ?     ❜˚

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @ophelixs ， plotted sc.  

[1xuyuxu]

How to tie a shoe -

for @ophelixs​

This was embarrassing. He had stopped in the middle of the street and had sat down to tie his shoe, he did it without even thinking, he just sat down ready to tie his shoe, but as he took up the shoelaces with his hands, he realized he didn’t actually knew how to tie a shoe, not really knowing what to do he had chosen to try to tie his shoe.

But as minutes went by and the only thing he had managed to do was tie a knot he became more and more frustrated, how could he manage to kill a man with his bare hands but not manage to tie his own shoe? 

He slowly laid down his shoelaces and then rested his face in his hand and sighed. Wouldn’t it be easier to just take off his shoes? or to just walk with untied shoes? If he needed to run it might have been harder with untied shoes or no shoes at all, but right now he really rather do that than look like an idiot in the middle of the street.

[hanjewel]

Fire and Ice // Gyuri&Jiwon

@ophelixs

It wasn’t often that Gyuri ventured very far from the cold stone walls of the Yongsan condo. Unless the Haedogje pa leader had serious business elsewhere, she mostly stayed put, instead choosing to feed, live and work at their headquarters. To some, she may have appeared like a queen in her castle, but as far as Gyuri was concerned, she was more like a dragon protecting her hoard. This way, she knew who and what was coming in and out of the building, and this way she was primed and ready if anything were to go wrong. But this – this was serious business, and something Gyuri felt was best dealt with personally.

Baek Jiwon.

Although she had had eyes on her for a while, Gyuri hadn’t had the fortune of being able to go and greet her former underling in person – no, that had been a course of action that she had been heavily advised against, and after discussion Gyuri had begrudgingly agreed despite everything in her nature telling her to take matters in to her own hands. But that was only going to last for so long. When a fresh tip had been brought to her, pinning her former communicator to a near by dive bar, well – how was Gyuri supposed to pass that up?

Truthfully, it had only been at the behest of her most trusted adviser that Gyuri hadn’t ripped Jiwon’s head off her shoulders the day she even suspected that the girl had done anything that was detrimental to Haedogje pa’s integrity. There had never been any proof (no, Gyuri was certain that that information had died along with the informant who had tipped her off in the first place, the secret now safely kept with their decrepit corpse) but that didn’t mean that Gyuri hadn’t had her own suspicions. There had always been something off about that girl.

Every new member that joined Haedogje pa was clear on the rules – if you were with the gang, you were with the gang, and any action that suggested otherwise was dealt with to the most severe degree. Every member knew how Gyuri worked, and they knew the consequences if they were to ever step a toe out of line – but as far as Gyuri was concerned, Jiwon hadn’t only toed the line; she had disregarded it completely. Even if she did not betray the gang, as so many whispers had said, she still left without word or warning, and not only that; from what Gyuri had been told, she was now not only in another gang, but she ran it, and that made Gyuri’s cold, black blood boil.

It doesn’t take her long to spot Jiwon, tucked away in one of the velveteen booths at the back of the bar, and Gyuri wastes no time in taking long, purposeful strides over to O-Jeom’s newest leader. Without asking or announcing herself, Gyuri slid in to the plush seat facing Jiwon, crossing her arms across her chest as she settled in to the booth.

“Long time, no see, Ophelia.”