#seulchi

[nocteurnx]

His tone seemed sharp, too cold and foreign and Seulgi didn't expect to hear such words from the male who had meant so much to her, such a hint of seriousness and hostility to carve on his features. Without a single word, she pursed lips,turning her head away, only to walk away, the slow, light steps quickly getting hurried, fast as she run away. Where to? It didn't matter as long as Seulgi didn't have to stare at him and-- to show how much she truly missed him.

❝I’m sorry, Aurae,❞ it was a whisper that fell from his lips. He was trying to live without her; whether it was the right or wrong thing to do, he knew that he was keeping her safe by staying away. His heart clenched within seconds as the silenced swallowed them whole. He recalled Irene telling him that Aurae wanted nothing to do with him. But he was too stubborn to believe that she could miss him. After all, she was a storm that raged across his soul whenever he saw her in the back of his skull. The slayer furled and unfurled his fingers, feet rooted to the ground where he stood. He hadn’t intended to be so cruel, so indifferent, but he was sick of blaming himself for being the source of the hatred. He had to protect her from afar, from the creatures that lurked in the depths of Seoul’s streets. He didn’t take the chance to confront her, hoping one day their paths could cross once more when they were ready.

[nocteurnx]

"Do you miss me sometimes?"

Dark lashes flit to features his past self was familiar with. Her sudden presence was a shock to him, he did not expect to encounter her ever again. And still she seem to haunt him. His fingers had caressed her cheeks with hesitance and those lips were once claimed by his. The slayer tells himself he wouldn’t be sorry anymore. He’d rather reload the cadmium cartridge into his pistol than answer her. He’d rather slay supernaturals and bask in the blood rain than conjure the truth. But the reverie is broken and he reverts to reality. He exhales a sigh of exasperation, his voice containing not an ounce of emotion, ❝Why would it matter now ? You’ve moved on.❞

[nocteurnx]

seulchi

      This wasn’t meant to happen. He wasn’t meant to come back. Not now. Not when she decided to move on on her own, with the remaining bit of self-control, with the familiar solitude, hiding herself under the mask of hostility. The sudden voice, always warm and soft caused Seulgi’s fingers to curl on the side of her shirt. He was the one to leave, without any trace, without a word, not even explaining anything to her. Leon left a scar on her skin, drew a history in her heart and left. Sometimes she truly thought it’d be much easier if she’d pushed him away before. Seulgi should have seen it coming. Another one. Another to grow bored or irritated, perhaps searching for something much more entertaining than her. But she’d remained proud, never kneeling down under the weight of just-discovered emotions. She swallowed down, fighting with a feeling of boiling anger, the mixture of carelesness and irritation and hurt, everything at once. Too many feelings at once. Not even bothering to look at him, she remained silent, pulling a sweater over her head before she spoke up, muttering shortly.

"Leave."

✁—Like a ghost he felt her hands on him when he was gone. In Scotland, she was on his mind the most. And before the coma came and he was claimed to have retrograde amnesia--he pondered if she had forgotten him by then ( because he convinced himself it was for the better that she should move on ). She needed someone more mortal than he could ever be ( hadn't he sworn to protect her, too ? pathetic ). And he had handled the storm so well with careful, cautious hands. When he was being trembling beneath death's touch he thought it would be the last time he'd see her. And so far he has hurt every loved one since the amnesia. Leon does not know what makes of the memories, lately they've appeared often. Wasn't that a label for progress ? What he cannot remember was the way his heart would hammer against his ribs, or how her velvet lips would feel against his. He cannot recall the way their limbs would tangle together underneath linen sheets, or how her locks would tickle at the tip of his nose whenever they hugged. And there he stood with his arms at his sides, trying to explain something he could not grasp himself. It was too complicated. And no--it was not her pity that he desired, but the explanation as to why she was the one he was seeing when he stared at the stars. "You must know why," his jaw clenched and his stormy irises glossed over, "All I remember is that you're Aurae."

[aillure]

seulchi replied to your post: I’m going to be one of those last min...

"And here I thought I was the only one— "

Lets out a sigh of relief, reaching a hand out to pat the younger female gently on the back. "We're gonna get through this. And somehow manage to get good gifts while we're at it." 

[fukwon]

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[aillure]

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[87427]

seulchi said: "Hey… how about you spend a moment or two with me? I’m mostly boring and quiet but we can at least get a mug of hot choco, hm?" A small smile ghosted over Seulgi’s rosy lips as she tilted her head to the side.

"Hello there." Minha nodded her head a few times, one time deeper in a bow before letting a soft smile spread across her lips into the other female's direction. "I think that's not a bad idea, I usually talk a lot so I hope I can warm you up. I'm craving some chocolate right now, I just hope that nurses won't see a thing... I'll do it illegally because of my strict diet at the moment."

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seulchi replied to your post:

Tapping lightly on her lower lip, she sent the girl a challenging stare before humming. “I probably valued you too much before… maybe it’s not this wonderful to own you.” WIth a grin, she tilted her head to the side, taking a step to the back.

Covering her mouth with both hands, she rolled her shoulders up and shook her head before bursting out into laughters, eyes crinkling into the shape of two crescents. "Don't be like that! I'll give you a kiss for Christmas. Would you like that?" Scratching her cheek, she refrained herself from smiling too widely. "The best of the chocolates!"