#phxraven

[phxamber-blog]

hiraeth.

@phxraven

Home. That word brought nostalgia and longing to Amber. It was a word filled with memories of a much simpler time: a time filled with freshly made pancakes on Sunday mornings, rustling newspapers, and the teasing of an older sister. Amber sighed, eyes glazed over from a trip down memory lane. She shook her head; that was the past. It’s not like she could exactly relive it. Yes, she missed her home, her family and friends, but they were safer now that she was on Jangmi Island. They were far away from her barely controllable powers, and although she was lonely, it was worth it all. They were away from her monstrosity, and she would do anything to protect them, even isolating herself. The days on Jangmi Island weren’t particularly lonely, but she felt herself missing the little house she called home more often than not. Most of the time, she wondered if they were doing okay without her, if they missed her.

It was a quiet day at Cafe Legato, peaceful and calming with the light music she had turned on to fill the almost silent gap of noise. A few clinks and clatters of mugs and cups echoed throughout the room, but those were still few and far in between. The lunch rush had come and gone, and now it was only filled with a few customers who seemingly had nowhere else to be: mostly college students or people just looking for a place to wean wi-fi off of. Her trained eyes scanned the small crowd of people, looking for any cups that needed a refill. Seeing Raven with an empty mug was already carrying her over to him, standing before him with the jug of hot coffee. As usual, his wings filled the expanse of the area surrounding him, and she couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful they were. They were definitely magnificent, big and commanding attention. 

“Hey there,” She said, careful to not disturb his peace or thoughts, smiling softly, "Sure is quiet in here at this time of day, huh?” 

The silence settled in between the both of them for a few moments as her eyes glazed over before she shook her head, clearing her thoughts again. “Do you want a refill?” She lifted the jug she was holding, tilting her head to the side and awaiting his answer. 

[phxamber-blog]

hc + consequences

consequences.

Amber has never been one to think too much about consequences. To her, as long as she was doing the right thing, it didn’t matter what would happen. That could explain why she’d gotten into so much trouble when she was younger, why she would try to fend off bullies even with her much smaller frame, why she had gotten so many cuts and bruises. Amber’s gotten plenty of scars, and most of them are due to her worry-free attitude. Consequences mean nothing, not as long as she was helping to reduce pain, one person at a time. 

[phvin-blog]

hc + envy

He couldn’t help but stare at the way the young child before him tugged on his mother’s dress, eyes bright and full of joy. He couldn’t help but notice how the mother smiled fondly at her child and reached down to lift him into her arms, and kiss his full cheeks. It wasn’t often he missed his mother - but he could feel the pain in his chest raise as the father laughed and planted a kiss to both child and his wife; a happy family. 

A family without flaw.

at one point, Vincent held that - but his birth father passed and that man stepped in. He ruined everything; even Vincent's bond with his mother. Shifting his gaze away from the happy family, he made himself busy and began to decorate the pastries before him. 

He was, sadly, a tad envious - but he knew deep down those feelings would amount to nothing. 

He can’t change what had happened. 

[sooyoung-ph-blog]

hc + courage

Courage was what fools believed they had right before they died. Sooyoung doesn’t believe in courage. She believes in facts, information and money. Before she was moved to the island, she had been self seeking and always been on the lookout to improve her standing in life. After all, it was how she had volunteered for Project Hercules. But courage? That had nothing to do with it.

[phsehun-blog]

on rainy days

it was uncanny how often it poured whenever he planned to visit changsun, as if the weather was always scheming against his agenda for the evening. on second thought, perhaps it worked to his advantage exaggerating the “drenched kitty” look that would have melted the iciest of hearts, and changsun’s was no exception.

it was at this hour--eight in the evening--that sehun perched on top of the windowsill and waited for changsun to notice his punctual arrival. recently, he hadn’t been visiting every few days like he used to, but he was finally back to his old routine of mewling outside until he’d be allowed inside. at first, his only motive had been to spy for suspicious activity; however, as tuna filled his kitty-belly and calloused fingers offered him head rubs, the true purpose of his random visitations blurred.

now, he reveled in the simple joys of observing his new companion and viewing through the lens of a smaller creature how this particular human he had befriended behaved in the privacy of his home. sehun had kept him company on lonely nights and listened with an almost human-like glint in his eyes when changsun ranted or rambled about his day. 

tonight, he dreaded the cold void of his own home and sought the window he knew was always glowing warmly, even through the curtains of rain that matted his fur. he sat on his haunches, shivering involuntarily from the chill that seeped through his soaked pelt, and raised a pebble-sized paw that rapped impatiently on the glass. once, twice, the grey-speckled kitten clicked his tiny nails against the surface that had been dulled with his previous attempts at entry, and waited for changsun to fetch him out of the dreary weather.

‘what’s taking him so long?’ he questioned with a huff, his frustrations only voiced by meek, but angry mewls.