#sabxsoohyuk

[sabxqri-blog]

nomen nescio;

bygone; october of 2006

The red-haired girl had first heard of the new inhabitants of the supernatural circle not too long ago, in fact, she had barely officiated her position as a hunter when the nephilims were added to the list of species the hunters had the duty to protect and since it was so rare to come across any of them, Qri was starting to think they weren’t more than just a myth,  however, that was only until the petite girl herself had crossed paths with a young boy that seemed to fit perfectly almost every description of those blessed by the heavens that the Jeju hunter association was aware about, and unfortunately that wasn’t much information still.

Her heels clicked against the cold concrete floor as she made her way through the tall buildings that composed the campus of the Seoul National University in a rather fast pace, her slender hands tightly wrapped around a pile of books as she equilibrated then against her petite frame in the best possible way. Letting those books fall wasn’t an option at the moment, she needed to pass on those information to the reason behind her almost childish curiosity about the children of the heavens, her classmate and partner in molecular and human genetics class was in search for his roots and after a year being in familiar terms with each other, Qri didn’t see the reason to not help him with it.

She made her way to the cafeteria in a rather distant building that nobody usually frequented, nobody but Soohyuk, the other seemed to always be sitting there with a book in hands and a coffee at his side, and it didn’t take a genius to find out that the medical student enjoyed the silence and the solitude. Qri respected that, but after convincing him and herself of what he might actually be, she hasn’t been able to catch a wink of sleep as she spent most of her night time in between the walls of the headquarters of the Seoul hunters association and even the university’s library trying to reunite enough of material to cease their curiosity and provide them some answers.

“Hey there, Soohyuk.” Her velvet voice called out for the rather taller boy as soon as she caught a glimpse of his silhouette in a polite manner, offering him a small smile as she placed the books down on the table neatly in front of him. “We might as well have to give up eating or any break time indeed, but I think you might find this interesting.” She gestured with her slender hand, silently asking if she could sit across him before handing him a book in particular.

“It’s a lot less then what we have to read for the next upcoming exams, but it’s all I can find on nephilims as for now.” The petite girl muttered in an almost apologetic tune, even if they were literally the only ones in the room, she still wasn’t comfortable in speaking about the supernatural out loud for everyone to hear. “I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s a rare situation.” 

[sabxkristopher]

suetus; soohyuk & kristopher.

White. It’s what he remembered of a world shrouded in snow. Winter was nothing more than an inconvenience to some, hurrying along their way in a bustling city, upsetting the blanket of frost upon the earth. It was a shame, really, how the world stopped time, frozen, while others chose to simply fight against it, not pausing or slowing in the slightest to appreciate the spell cast over the land. Winter. He liked to believe there was always beauty in the dead cold.

                                   { Red. }

It pulsed under the thin skin of a boy left out in the cold. Scarlet. It splattered and stained an innocent white. Crimson. Blood, it leaked, a life giving poison. There had been a skirmish at the very least but only one body remained to tell the tale. The snow swirled, urging him to move on and leave the site, a whispered warning from nature but he stayed, rooted to the spot by the compelling force of curiosity, dark eyes peering out from behind a looking glass of frost. A step or two closer. The blood belonged not to the boy who lay on the ground, he was not human. A knee down on the ground and then another, kneeling beside him. A hand ghosting over the warm body, his life force was still there.

He doesn’t quite know why he does it, gives in to the altruistic and generous qualities of a life he thought he left behind as soon as unforgiving fangs sunk into his already pale neck but the stranger is nestled safely in his arms, Kristopher’s own shoulders squared against the wind that picked up until he finds a safe refuge in a library, books and warm lights beckoning them. He leaves the boy in the care of books and shelves but he never quite forgets the being on a cold winter night that manages to earn his assistance.

It isn’t until years after the fact, when Kristopher has nothing more to do than stare blankly at his ceiling, that he realizes that perhaps it’s only because he saw himself in the lonely curled up form of a boy left in the snow.

Green. It washed over the island of Jeju, poking its head through the earth at the coming of spring and bursting forth, full of boisterous life and energy. The heat of summer was an unwelcome change from the regenerative rains of spring, he hated the heavy air, moisture palpable even amidst the scorching heat. Kristopher supposed he could have simply stayed inside where cool air was thankfully available in abundance but the walls of a building only made the restlessness under his skin itch, driving him under the shade of a forest canopy instead. There’s a poignant cry, of distress and alarm.

Kristopher’s first thought was one of an early lunch.

And again, red, to mar the sublime beauty of the landscape. He halts, the forest fading away into a world of white once more, the same boy from seasons ago, the scent of a fight picked that was too large for him to handle and the lingering presence of a wolf who, for a reason unbeknownst to him, who had abandoned an easy meal. Life still pulses through his veins, consciousness still present in his body. It’s a lot more awkward, Kristopher finds, to encounter him while he’s awake and bleeding his life out. He hovers over him, scooping him up into his arms, grimacing when his favorite white shirt is undeniably stained. “Hey, you’ll be alright, just try not to pass out on me, alright?”