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sentimentalscientia​

Crisp air and warm sunshine made the day close to perfect. The wolf happily nestled into her little perch in the boughs of a large tree. Singing along to music blasting through her earbuds. Book cracked open and held precariously balanced on her lap. Thoroughly enjoying the relaxing moment. Until it became ruined. Not by a sudden storm or crowd of humans. Those interruptions were easily tolerated. No this was something much worse. The overwhelmingly scent of vampire. Old and pure.

There was nothing personal in her reaction. Ordinarily she liked vampires. Even the somewhat rude ones like Rene. But at that moment her life felt unbalanced. She hadn’t heard from Seiji or Dorcha in a while. Papa dragon wasn’t anywhere close and angel….well she basically told him she would be disappearing for a week. In that moment she had no protecters. No saviors to come to her rescue. If he was hostile it would take all her luck just to survive. Jumping off the branch she rolled along her frets,knees, and back to disperse momentum. Standing up and hastily moving from the area.

      — ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀs without any place he intends to visit. But it is typical of Izák, to enjoy an aimless wander. At least nowadays when leaving his home doesn’t feel as difficult as it usually does. Perhaps because he’s getting used to it. Little by little. So he finds himself at peace like this, hands in his pockets and eyes directed upwards. Watching the darkening sky above his head rather curiously.  He has always been fascinated by stars, though quite disappointed since his move to Seoul, where you can barely seem them due to extreme light pollution. Another thing he has gotten used to. 

   Practically lost in thought, it’s not until hasty footsteps reach his ears that he stops. Eyes scanning the area in a slow controlled motion. He wonders, why someone so suddenly broke into a dash. Especially when he seems to be the only one around. The Hungarian king furrows his brows, lips twisting as he decides to follow. Simply to see, what or who, it might have been that found his presence intimidating, or strange, enough to run away from. 

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avixr

Yixing lifted his head from the small pillow, rubbing at his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. It wouldn’t be the first time his wishful thinking had made him think Izak was really back only to realize that it was a figment of his imagination. The heavy medication he had been on recently probably had something to do with that, but this time, when he dropped his hand, the older male was still there. Yixing sat up and reached a hand out, fingers curling into the fabric of Izak’s shirt. “You’re really back? No more leaving?” 

— ʜᴜᴇs ᴏғ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ cerise linger by the boy’s frame. Observes the way he moves and takes notion of the lingering scent of medications tainting his blood. Guilt, is quick to nestle into mind and heart — a sigh falling from parted lips. He, has been away for far too long. he reckons, has known from the start. Though hasn’t been entirely prepared to face the results of such an act. Although practically innocent, in being withheld from returning home. “I am here, yes.” He states, reaching for Yixing’s hand, prodding his fingers away from his shirt and squeezing slender fingers. “No more leaving, no more being away.” He states. “I’m so sorry Avior, for putting you through this.”

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avixr

Yixing sighed and hit his head on the door. He knew Izak well enough to know the older male was going to make him wait. The younger glared up at Izak when the door was finally opened. "We were out of milk and eggs so I went to get some."

"Well, how nice of you." He chuckles, because he knows that Yixing knows he's messing around. And as soon as he has stepped inside properly and the door behind them has closed, he cars a hand through the younger male's hair. " You should have told me you went out, you had me worried. " He states calmly before retrieving his hand, letting it slip into the pocket of his jeans. 

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unprogrammedemotions

The cyborg touched lightly under his eye, wincing at the feeling he had come to know as ‘pain’. “I got hit by a guy because I smiled and complimented a girl…but the books I have been reading said that compliments were good. How come he hit me then?”

His hues narrow for a brief moment, head tilting to the side in the faintest manner. He dares to take a closer look, still careful enough to avid touching as merely leaning forward to inspect the damage done.  It is strange perhaps, the way he cares a bit too much bout beings he doesn't personally know, but it's in his nature. Woven into the strings of everything that he is these days.  "Maybe you happened to compliment his girlfriend? That usually causes such raging emotions for reasons most stupid. "