#recollectionblue

[butterflymarks]

SCENE 5. EXT. ON A DARK STREET, NIGHT.

co-starring @recollectionblue.

HE IS LISTENING TO A STORY about someone who hides as much as he does.

"no, really, i can't wait for you to see him. well, i guess not really see, you get what i mean. he's the only other one i know who dresses like you. no offense."

bomin is a serpent. bomin, despite this, is generally non-offending, if kiyeon doesn't count the petty acts of theft and arson. bomin has also never been caught. usually he goes out on these deals with hwanjoon, but hwanjoon is the opposite and serving the night in a holding cell again, so kiyeon gets to go with him this time. it turns out that a villains' startup (disorganized crime group) doesn't generate much money (doesn't generate any, actually), so dealing under the table's one of the few ways they do make money. kiyeon's not really sure about the specifics of it, has actively looked away from the specifics of it, but he does know that this one deal needs to go well or their hideout (an abandoned warehouse) is going to lose lights and water again. it's apparently just his luck that bomin's scheduled to meet with their "best" and "most reliable customer" tonight. you probably won't even need to use your eyes on him! bomin had cheered before they left. we'll be quick. we can even stop for food after.

"if he's so perfect, why did you even need me to come with you," kiyeon mumbles as they cross into a darker street.

"because you should start getting used to it. what if one day, i'm also in jail? you have to— oh, shit, i think he's here already." bomin's pace suddenly quickens. "okay, just act cool. say the line for me."

kiyeon lags behind a step so he can take the lead. half of his face is obscured with a mask again tonight, his markings at rest around his eyes and over the bridge of his nose thanks to a couple of suppressants, but there's always a non-zero chance of something going wrong whenever he's with bomin or one of the others, so he's tense as he shuffles up next to him.

the client's shoes come into view first, nondescript, partly obscured by their jeans and the general lack of light. kiyeon doesn't look higher than their knees, because it's not his business. but then bomin elbows him.

kiyeon bites back a grimace. "a full moon rises before nightfall," he mutters to the client's shoes, which is bomin's stupid passphrase. a good night to enjoy the fruits of the land, is the second half of it, though kiyeon can't imagine that any real buyer would actually say these things.

[lucksdraw]

"i didn't mean to startle you." / @recollectionblue

the darkness is scary, at least initially. you're twelve, in a new town, a new apartment, and the electricity has been cut off: you're alone, sitting on the cold hardwood floor, awaiting or something that's unknown to your childlike mind. every creak of the floor above you, wails of the wind outside, gaunt hand knocking against the window in intervals, as a warning. it's a common occurrence, leaving you acquainted with things that no one should be close with. and then it develops: unknown phenomena turn into friends, turn into comfort. there's something about that pitch blackness that brings comfort and when you close your eyes, there is peace.

it's true now, too. despite the sirens' wails in the distance, echoing through empty streets, relentless chatter of men and women somewhere in the distance. he drowns it out, leaned against the back exit's doors, a cigarette between his lips; it's the only source of light, at least in this area. knowing darkness intimately gives him an invisible (or rather, one that's only perceived by him alone) advantage over others: it is what it is. he's unbothered, to a blasé point that sudden and quick-passing flickers of flashlights behind him aren't even acknowledged ----

that is, until the doors behind him give out; minhyun stumbles, cigarette falling out of his mouth with a short curse. he stares for a second, his eyes both adjusting to the newfound circumstance and trying to discern a face amidst it all.

"oh, no, it's i should have paid more attention." a subpar excuse that comes with a shrug; he offers somewhat of a half-reassuring smile. "do i look like the type who's easily scared? wow, i'm almost offended."

[wickedhours]

@recollectionblue : "the scanner won't read my card and i can't get back in, so…" current location : silver line's front entrance, 01:34

when she left the building hours ago, she was one of the many who believed the power would be back by the time she decided to return home. she can only stare at the male with a mixed expression of confusion and exasperation, unable to withhold the deep sigh that leaves her body. what an interesting night, that's for sure.

"i don't think my card will work either... but i guess it doesn't hurt to try?" she can only offer him a weak suggestion, though she has a feeling they both know how this will go. she reaches into the pocket of her cardigan, taking out her own key card to attempt to open the front doors. a fruitless idea — seriously — as she knows their cards are basically the same, save for the names printed on the front of them.

to her horror and displeasure, the scanner quickly flashes red.

silently slipping the card back into her pocket, she takes a moment to let reality sink in ; resigned, she turns away from the scanner. there's no point in trying again, and truthfully she doesn't think there are many people inside anyway. "i don't know if you're feeling cold, but i saw someone handing out blankets at the bonfire earlier! it's a bit late now, but hopefully they still have extras..."

[wickedhours]

if you could have any other ability, possible or impossible, what would you want?

ASK MEME N°17 ⸻ if you could have any other ability, possible or impossible, what would you want?

"hmm... i had never thought of wanting another ability, but there were many instances where i wish i had an ability that was considered more... useful?" she tilts her head to the side, very much resembling a confused animal, as if doing so would help her come up with an answer. there is no specific answer, as she thinks there's a vast array of abilities she could think of that seem more useful than creating illusions ; and all of them are equally appealing. "i try to never be late for anything, as i feel that it's rude to not respect someone else's time, however unless you can predict the future there's really no telling when an emergency will come up or if there's something obstructing my path... i feel like possessing the power to teleport is so useful, even in combat—should you ever need to use it for that. with hallucikinesis, i could 'teleport' within my own illusion but i highly doubt it's the same as actually teleporting."