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FATED WITH @whitefrrari
✞ . WARMTH BEGINS TO BLOOM BENEATH HER RIBCAGE, much like it always does whenever noeul is involved. it's subtle, but certain, as if his presence alone digs at the cold ground, planting seeds of light in places that were plagued with darkness. the garden begins to flower, and she can't help the smile that tugs itself at the corners of her mouth. it stretches, the apples of her cheeks rising as he speaks, as he laces their fingers together, as his tone lifts, teases, even when the concern is so evident on his face, playing along as he always does whenever she is involved. he gently pulls her into the confines of his room, hand hovering at the small of her back, protective, even when no one else was around, as though he's shielding her from the rest of the world. her smile grows at the realization, and she finds herself exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding once the door shuts behind them.
"ARE YOU SAYING I'M NOT WORTH FIVE YEARS OF YOUR LIFE?" she continues the bantering as the two of them separate, unserious pout pulling at the corners of her mouth as she threads her hands together, relishing in the warmth from where they had been tethered. it was such a rarity to experience, and yet noeul indulged her again and again without a second thought. maybe really she was a touch greedy. "you can't just call me sweetheart and then say i'm only worth two years," she tilts her head, dark orbs watching him as he moves towards his desk, eyes sparkling with curiosity as he thumbs through the drawers. "let's meet at three and a half," she hums thoughtfully, pulling her hands apart so she can tap her index finger against her lips. "i think that's a fair trade since you're so ever the clever one, no-ah." her voice tilts, a soft giggle, but her minds still wanders, and she takes a second when his back is turned to think back on the events of this afternoon — truly, the entire thing really was juvenile and she knew deep in her heart that she shouldn't pay it any mind.
IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME that someone had invaded her personal space after all, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. humans were curious things, and even though eunbyeol did her best to be cordial, to satiate the curious minds of other WITCHES AND FAMILIARS alike whenever the interest of her powers were involved, there would always be those who took it a step further — sometimes, a step too far.
EUNBYEOL can't help the laugh that suddenly leaves her when he continues, his mastermind plan being to embarrass whomever it was on the receiving end of his apparent wrath. the sound BURSTS from her without warning and her cheeks flush again, this time with the furthest thing from tears. noeul always has had a funny way of pulling laughter from her lips, effortless, as if he knew the innerworkings of her mind before she even did. the fact that she knows there is a good amount of seriousness to his threat makes it all the funnier too, and she can't help but fall into a fit of laughter as he announces he would remind his victim day in and day out that they had been irrevocably pantsed as a form on JUSTICE.
"YOU'RE KIND OF AN EVIL GENIUS," she says between giggles, taking a few steps forward before she's right in front of him, staring up at the victorious look on his face ( whether his smugness is from him locating a very much welcome snack or because he had successfully made her laugh was to be determined ) and finally allowing herself a REAL smile. after all, he so easily was able to pull them from her. "imagine their power is emotion fueled and you've embarrassed them so badly by pulling their pants down that they just go poof! and evaporate," she playfully shakes her head at him, tsking ever so slightly as she reaches out to take the bag of BANANA KICKS from him. "then you'd be expelled and exiled off to some random island in the mediterranean," her fingers brush his as she slowly pulls the snacks from him, pretending she's scolding, though the smile on her face betrays her instantly. "and then who would give me snacks?" a pause, the sound of the crinkling bag filling the room. "or hugs?"
ANOTHER QUIET MOMENT FILLS THE SPACE BETWEEN THEM and though she had used the excuse of snacks as a ploy to accept his invitation inside, now that the two of them were alone, away from the prying eyes of the world, far enough that she couldn't feel the residual shocks of something hot and white and electric coursing through her veins, she feels the weight of it all settle back down on her shoulders. she lets out a small sigh, smile faltering, eyes flickering from his face to the snacks and back again before she speaks, voice softer now, more vulnerable, "yes, a hug would help," she admits, eyes trailing back down before she decides to move first, depositing the snacks back onto the desk before she opens her arms, taking a step forward to close the distance between them, looping her arms around his waist and pressing her face to where she meets his chest.
THE ROOM BEGINS WHIRLING AGAIN but she welcomes the kaleidoscope of colors flickering through her vision, because this was undeniably NOEUL and even if the room felt like it was spinning before coming to a sudden halt, she knew she was safe now. she lets out another sigh as the dizziness courses through her and she presses her cheek to where she thinks his heartbeat might be. eunbyeol simply stays there for a moment, inhaling his scent, indulging in his warmth, listening to his heartbeat, nuzzling her cheek into the solidness of perhaps the only person she could ever connect with like this. witches bragged about the unbreakable bond between them and their FAMILIAR — but how could one deny the bond between the sun and the moon?
".. SOMEONE TRIED TO FORCE A VISION OUT OF ME TODAY," she finally says after a pause, the weight of her words sinking into the material of his shirt. "well, not tried, i guess, because they grabbed my hands," she clarifies, voice softer, muffled, like speaking above a whisper might chase away her confidence. she feels something drop into her stomach ( perhaps apprehension, perhaps fear or perhaps guilt that she had been so defenseless and so unguarded and had let it happen ) and her breathing stutters for just a moment. EUNBYEOL pauses again, tilting her head up to look at him then, eyes glossy, swimming with emotion she doesn't often show. "but that's all i'm telling you until you call me something sweet again," she tries to lighten the mood before he begins seething. "and you also have to promise not to pants them or do something even worse."
"hold on... you think they'd send me to calypso's island?" noeul's eyebrows raise up so far they become hidden behind his fringe, and a small, breathy laugh slips past his lips at the thought. honestly, a long, relaxing vacation on a remote island with a white sand beach sounds kind of amazing... definitely less stressful than memorizing and performing rituals, at least. but, then again, "i think i'd get bored though— definitely wouldn't stay as long as odysseus. i mean, seven years? just five is pushing it." he lilts, teasing grin quirking the corners of his lips upwards— noeul would never back down from a bantering session... he just had to find a way to slip it back into the conversation. "why do you keep pushing the number up? is this your way of telling me you want less time with me?"
noeul's certain that that's far from the truth the moment she leans into him and rests her head against his chest. he gives her a moment, moving his arms to envelop her almost completely. he can't quite feel what she feels— that whirlwind of her power trying to catch up to his winding clock— but he can imagine it. sometimes, he thinks he might be toeing the edge of it with the way something deep in his chest flutters when she's so near. he brings a hand up to gently brush a strand of her hair back, tucking it neatly behind her ear as he peers down at her. she looks small— so unlike the bright, shiny star he'd come to know.
"i'd miss you too much, you know." maybe it's hubris to think himself better than odysseus: even the gods couldn't keep me away from you. but he leaves it at that, hand pressed tenderly to the small of her back, keeping her close.
noeul tenses at her words, immediately irritated for her (and ready to avenge her right then and there with more than just juvenile pantsing), but keeps his breathing level. "— you're serious?" he bites down on the inside of his cheek, then his tongue, as he racked his brain for someone that'd do something like that on purpose (nevermind the fact that she hadn't really given him any identifying information... probably for good reason).
he blinks, tuning back in to the moment at hand, shifting his gaze from his focused glare at the wall back to down her— it's softer once their eyes meet. it always is, in ways that most people don't get from him— not easily, anyways. "i'm sorry, eunnie." for whoever it was; for the fact that she'd been cursed blessed with this gift. she didn't deserve it— not any of it.
lips press into a thin smile at her attempt to lighten the mood, though it's still pretty obvious that he's ticked off, "... so that's a no on trapping them in a time loop, then?" joking... sorta. now that he's said it out loud, it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea. they wouldn't be able to bother her again, at least. and it wasn't like he was hurting them... physically. honestly, being stuck in a time loop was getting off easy if you asked him. "i prom-ish i won't do anything..." voice lowers, "... too bad," back to normal again, "... to them." his smile's a little bit wider now. it's not lying if he technically didn't promise, right? he'd even crossed his fingers for good measure.
"who was it?" noeul tries not too look too eager to find out, but it's not really working. he sighs, then, shoulders deflating in the slightest. he's chill. he's sooooo chill. "actually, jagiya, before that..." he pauses for a moment, letting the sweet little name linger in the air between them— tries to gauge her reaction. abort mission? keep going? "... are you okay? was it... bad? or just unexpected and overwhelming?"
it has been few days since he saw noeul and his brain cells decided that picking up skateboarding will be the perfect thing to overcome the horrible feeling of getting old. it has been just few weeks since he turned thirty but it might as well been an eternity. and wind swears that ever since he woke up on that day, his bones are protesting more and he really is starting to feel like elderly. and so, what way did he decide to still feel young, you might ask? to bug noeul for skateboarding lessons, of course!
but first, he needs to mentally (and physically) prepare himself because as much as wind thinks that after many years spent dancing, his balance and core must be in their best state ever, something about it still feels a little daunting. he is already standing outside, contemplating whether putting on some knee pads would be good idea or not when that is when he notices noeul and his skateboard.
" hey! those knee pads are a little bit too much, right? " he gives a little wave to noeul, brushing their shoulders together when they are finally standing next to each other. to emphasize his point he lifts one of his legs that already has a knee pad on it, pointing at the incriminating thing. " i mean...should be easy breezy, and it's not like i am going to be jumping around on it, " he says like the liar that he sometimes is, because he is definitely going to try and do some tricks. but lying to himself only counts as half-lying anyway. those are the rules !
wind scrunches his nose, doing a little weird dance as he shakes off his limbs as if preparing himself for something way more challenging than learning how to skateboard. " okay, what's the plan, boss? i just step on it and then.... " he doesn't even have time to finish the rest of the sentence because he immediately does as he says. the problem is, he uses a little bit too much force and so the skateboard starts going forward too quickly, what is not what wind expected at all, and in a second he finds himself with his ass on the ground.
when wind had suggested skateboarding lessons a few days ago, scenes of him flying off the board flashed through noeul's mind. he'd been tentative then in agreeing. it's not that he didn't want to spend time with his friend— he just didn't want to watch him get hurt (and, in turn, be partly responsible himself). noeul's not sure he'd even know what to do... when a familiar gets injured, do you take them to the hospital or a veterinarian's office? did it depend based on the form he was in when he flung himself off onto the sidewalk? it wasn't exactly something you could just google...
he's still slightly concerned about it now, even after agreeing to teach him. it's too late though— he'd already said yes. besides, what's the worst that can happen, really?
once he spots wind's blonde head down the way, he pushes off the pavement, letting his wheels carry him over quickly, narrowly dodging small groups of students in the walkway. "hey!" he calls out, foot on the back of the board to slow down before he kicks it up into his hand. it's like second nature to him now; he doesn't even have to think about it. honestly, he's not sure how he's going to explain what to do besides 'just go.'
but noeul doesn't get a chance to explain— doesn't even get a chance to tell him that he looks silly with his knee pads on— before wind is hopping onto the board with way too much confidence and immediately falling to the ground once it starts rolling away without him. maybe noeul was a prophet after all.
he's not going to laugh. he's not. or... he's really trying not to, at least, hand covering his mouth as he looks down at him. "... dude." the syllable is overflowing with mirth; as soon as he opens his mouth, the whole not-laughing thing flies directly out the window, "it hasn't even been a full minute since i got here," noeul manages through his laughter, "forget the knee pads, we're going to have to cover you in bubble wrap at this rate."
"c'mon." he extends a hand out to help him up, eyes glimmering in amusement as he looks to the other man in front of him. "you good? we can try again— the knee pads stay on though. you sure you don't have any wrist braces laying around too? a helmet? where did you get these things anyways?"
✞ . IT ALWAYS BEGAN AT HER FINGERTIPS like some odd sensation, a blurring, a burning, the world tilting on it's axis, like the second her skin registered warmth it was pulled out from under her, replaced with something heavy, something cold, something unseen. it would settle in her chest and squeeze against her lungs, stealing air until her chest ached to the point of collapse. it could be the weight of hands pressing against her neck or the burden of a loved one begging them not to go, the waves of the ocean pushing them down or the feel of flames licking up at her skin. it could have even been everything, anything, nothing and even something she couldn't even describe, but no matter what FATE was in store for someone who touched eunbyeol, there was one thing that was inevitable — regardless of how it happened, when it happened or where it happened, there was no denying that it would always happen.
NO ONE COULD ESCAPE DESTINY and while some people wanted to enjoy their lives without thinking of the ending credits, there were some ( bold, brazen, the furthest thing from GOD FEARING ) who felt that her powers were a hoax, that something surely couldn't be predestined.
EUNBYEOL had long since mastered the art of avoiding others in the physical sense. she could be considered an enigma — craving warmth, craving community, craving connection, but never drifting close enough to touch. at least, not to anyone that wasn't NOEUL. maybe that's why when she been cornered after her last class that she had gotten so overwhelmed. it had all happened so fast, after all. one second, she had been skipping her way through the halls and heading towards her room, and the next someone was knocking books out of her arms and gripping her hands like her morbid visions would transfer right to them if they squeezed hard enough.
IT WAS ALL TOO SUDDEN and something bright and white a flashed in front of her eyes, perhaps lighting, followed by a crack of thunder, something ungodly hot and sharp running through her veins before it went dark, cold, still. her chest heaved, and the curious witch let out a laugh, mouth running a mile a minute as he asked everything and anything under the sun. her head spins, and they lean in, demanding to know when would he die? how would he die? what did she see? how did she see it? did she see anything at all? what did something as ambiguous as FATE have in store for him?
EUNBYEOL hardly managed to get the words out of her scorched lungs, broken, straining, a simple, "sorry, your fate hasn't been determined" leaving her softly, alongside a weak smile as the other clicked their tongue in disappointment and walked away. she waited for a few seconds afterwards, trying to compose herself, trying not to feel overwhelmed from how it felt like shocks were still rolling through her trembling frame, before she finally moved, legs carrying her unconsciously, further and further through campus until she finds herself in a familiar hallway, in front of a familiar door, hands knocking against the wood like she's done a thousand times before, searching for someone familiar.
and perhaps FATE takes mercy on her, because no sooner does she decide he isn't in his room does he appear before her — jaw slack, smile lazy, voice tilted in a way that's comfortable teasing as he cages her in against the doorframe. it takes everything in her not to tear up right then and there when his brows begin to furrow, his voice dipping, familiar nickname filling her ears. instead, eunbyeol lets out a SMALL LAUGH — soft, a little broken, all watery, his expression a telltale sign he can see right through her, can see how small she feels, though she tries so desperately not to come apart over something so juvenile.
"I WAS LOOKING FOR MY FAMILIAR," she says, trying to sound playful, clearing her throat a little as her voice wavers at the end, the running joke the two of them had spilling into the space between them. NOEUL'S hand finds her own and she lets out a breath — the world spins, colors rush past her as though someone was racing in circles around her, but it doesn't feel sad, it doesn't feel painful, just a little dizzying. time simply spins as it always does when her and noeul touch, like it's running through so many possibilities it can't decide before simply giving up, and the witch finds it a most welcome change to the fate that had weighed itself down on her before.
"NOTHING HAPPENED, NO-AH," she says instantly, trying again to be cheerful, to not make him worry, but there's a beat of silence that follows her declaration. she's also mastered the art of glossing things over, but she knows noeul knows her well enough to know when she isn't telling the truth. she feels something bubble up in her chest, voice cracking a little as she continues. "i think that rumor about me being able to suck the lifeforce out of someone is going around again," she trails off for a moment before she decides to push the conversation along in hopes he won't press too much on the subject at hand. it's not the entire truth, but it's close enough for now. "that would be a pretty cool power to have though, don't you think? like, what if every time you spoke my name you gave me like, five years of your life?" she squeezes his hand, the whirling of the world around them finally coming to a stop, and looks up at him with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "i think you would be a vegetable by now though if that were true." a pause, a small laugh, and she tilts her head at him. "anyway, yes, let's go inside please," the last thing she wants is for the two of them to be standing in the hallway while she tries to keep it together, so she continues rambling instead. "oh, and speaking of vegetables, do you have any snacks in your room?"
she's not being honest... not completely, at least. the look on noeul's face makes it clear that he's aware of that fact. he's never been particularly good at stopping his emotions from taking over his features— even less so when it came to eunbyeol. she knew him too well for that. brows aren't pinched anymore, but his eyes are narrowing now. it's not that he's upset at her skirting around the issue (god knows he's guilty of it too— maybe even more so)... he's just worried. suspicious. eager to know what— who— caused her cheeks to bloom red as she bit back tears. noeul's not certain of what went down, but he has a few guesses. all of them make him angry. i'm going to kill them. is his first thought, but then... would she have seen that coming?
ugh, alright! fine. they'll live to see another day. he doesn't want to push too hard (not out in the hallway, at least). besides, noeul's pretty sure maiming is high on the school's list of 'absolutely-do-not-dos,' and he doesn't really want to be booted out just yet.
"five years seems excessive... downright greedy, actually." he lilts, eyes running over every square centimeter of her face, trying to gauge just how much she's holding back. despite his intense stare, he's still playing along with her hypothetical. best to keep things lighthearted for now, right? "let's say two. feels more reasonable." he keeps their fingers laced together, fishing in the pocket of his sweatpants for his room key with his free hand as he continues, "do you really think so little of me, though? i think i'd be clever enough not to say your name." finally! the damn key. noeul is quick to shove it into the lock, giving it a turn and a little jiggle before pushing the door open. hopefully, none of his roommates are around. his hand ghosts the small of her back, gently ushering her inside. "there's plenty of other things i can call you, sweetheart."
he's still looking at her a bit weird, though he's not really meaning to: he's just trying to figure it out without words. sometimes, noeul really wished mind-reading would've been the power bestowed upon him all those years ago. he shuts the door behind him, thankful that, after a quick scan of the room, nobody else seems to be around. "so," he starts again, finally letting go of her hand and stepping over to his desk to sift through one of the drawers. maybe it's less intimidating this way— if he's not looking at her (even if she still has his undivided attention). "is it just the rumor? or is it something else?" noeul's trying to be gentle in his prodding— nonchalant.
"i could always pants them, you know." the thought comes out of nowhere. it's so ridiculous, he actually laughs a little in disbelief at his own words. she hasn't even confirmed or denied that someone had fucked with her yet. noeul just has a feeling; she should know he's got her back anyways. a small, satisfied hum fills the air once he's found what he's looking for, turning towards her with a bag of banana kicks and a triumphant look on his face. not a vegetable exactly, but a snack nonetheless! and he's still going, "stop time... pull their pants down in the middle of a presentation... resume... then they'd have to live with that embarrassment forever. i'd remind them every day, too. they'd never be able to forget... 'hey, remember when your pants fell down out of nowhere one day? that was nuts!'"
gaze drifts back to meet hers. he's hoping she's giggling at the proposition— that it's just absurd enough to make her forget, even for a moment, what upset her so badly. he really can't stand to see her light dimmed. "... would a hug help?"
some classes take forever. donggu sinks his head into the cold wooden floor and sighs his fifth sigh of the hour. (the grandfather clock waiting in the hallway with him says it’s only been five minutes since the door took eunjae.) frustration becomes anger in a blink. he resists a growing urge to open his mouth and let the door know exactly what he thinks. he’s wondered if it’s this body and how much smaller it is, if that makes it harder to hold emotions in. he’s been told that for a human, he’s pretty big. one of the teachers gave him a look and told him, as a human, he’s not as... reactive.
he shifts. the door stops taunting him.
his clipped ear twitches at the sound of footsteps.
here comes that teacher now, the one he was just thinking about. donggu doesn't believe in coincidence—it’s magic. it has a way of knowing. they come with someone in tow, ask him if he’s busy. he notices the grandfather clock saying it’s only been seven minutes. they tell him this one needs help with something, to take care of them, then they leave.
noeul hates this class. he hates this teacher. well, actually... hate's a strong word. he strongly dislikes them. or... not even that. he's just easily frustrated, and the teacher's constant chiding about proper ritual performance really got under his skin. it's not his fault that magic doesn't always agree with him! that's magic's fault... or whatever. he won't take the blame for his lackluster execution (even if he is a bit of a slacker sometimes).
what he can't brush off is the fact that he's lost his notebook for this class... yea, alright, fine. maybe that was his bad. instead of letting him sit in in class anyways, he's being ushered out of the classroom with instructions to 'find his notes' and that 'there's someone that can help him just in here, actually!'
noeul's not really expecting a dog to be that someone, but... he supposes that makes sense. "uh... hey." he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a bit awkward as the door clicks closed behind the teacher. "i lost my notebook?" as if that's helpful. "can you... sniff it out, maybe?" brows pinch, slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. noeul hasn't found his familiar yet— doesn't really know if asking something like that is sorta offensive or not. he cringes. "sorry... or, hey, you can just help me look. i think i need to retrace my steps."
haein has found himself in a peculiar situation. being a part time cat comes with a few downsides.
what sticks out is the attempted kidnappings, really. a pretty white cat who’s been through at least three of then. first time he felt guilty for scratching the hands and arms of a young girl. in his defence, he was nineteen and had to hurry home for dinner. yet she held on tighter, and tighter until he got let down on her apartment floor. her parents looked at him in surprise and asked where this cat could’ve possibly come from. he’s too clean —
whatever. stranger danger and all that.
this is the other peculiar situation, haein needs the help of a kind stranger. his normal go-to’s are missing, he’s stepped on something sharp. from being a four pawed creature to three and hobbling around. each step drives the stick in more and he was left keeping his paw up in the air. first best stranger will work. this one seems available, unoccupied and he uses three legs to approach. his own attempts to get it out haven’t worked.
and then, once he’s in front of them, he takes a deep breath and jumps up on their lap. paw held up. a quiet plea.
it's nice out today. there's a slight breeze rustling through the trees, and sunlight is filtering through their full branches, dappling light all over the forest floor. pleasant enough to bask in, but not too hot. it's perfect. and, importantly, quiet. noeul's surprised he's got the small clearing to himself, honestly... with weather like this, he expected more students to be out and about. not that he's complaining— he'll take his wins where he can get them.
he's propped up on his elbows, laying out on the mossy floor, eyes held shut as he relaxes underneath the canopy of pine overhead. noeul could stay like this forever. it's nice to find a moment of serenity without having to stop time completely.
he almost forgets that time is still going, actually, despite the birds chirping quietly in the background. feeling something plop into his lap just about takes him out, eyes flying open, sitting up on his palms. oh... it's just a cat. surely someone's familiar. house cats don't belong out here— definitely not one that looks as clean as this little guy.
"— jeez, you scared me half to death. no warning? no meow? what if i flung you off of me, dude?" his words are soon followed by light laughter, shaking his head at the thought of being afraid of the cat in front of him, bringing a hand up to scratch right behind the ears. "alright, what's this?" noeul doesn't mean to be patronizing, but it's hard to resist pitching his voice up juuuust a little when talking to him. he's got a soft spot for cute things. sue him.
"here. it'll probably hurt a little bit, okay?" he doesn't really wait for any sort of response, just plucks the sharpened stick out quickly, then presses a thumb to the small wound to put some pressure on it and (hopefully) alleviate some of the sting. "there you go. all better. you really gotta watch where you're walking... limping all the way back to campus would've sucked."
it's been a long day (and that's putting things nicely). even when he swore up and down that he did everything right, things always seemed to blow up in his face somehow.
today, that wasn't even an exaggeration. things had literally blown up in his face. noeul didn't even know that could happen to potions... it's not like they were made of actual chemicals, right? just shit like eye of newt— whatever the fuck that was. but alas, against all odds, it had happened... while making liquid luck, no less! the irony isn't lost on him. in hindsight, it's actually a little bit funny.
needless to say, he's ready to crash right about now. the thought of curling up in bed in t-minus two minutes is the only thing keeping him going. he had half the mind to just stop time and completely ditch class once he'd felt the first splatter of green goop on his face, but he'd decided against it. noeul was regretting it now, converse dragging against the floorboards as he trudged over to his room.
but then he sees it— or, well, her. the familiar witch standing just outside his door has him putting a little pep in his step (not that he'd actually admit that aloud). noeul reaches her just as she's turning to leave, but he leans forward to prop his hand against the doorframe, effectively caging her in. it's not threatening— definitely more teasing— evidenced by the grin lazily taking over his features. "looking for someone?"
suddenly, his bad day is nothing more than a memory... until he gets a good look at her, that is. nope. still a bad day. she almost looks like she's about to cry. noeul's palm slides down the doorframe, instinctively reaching for her hand instead. he hates seeing her upset. "eunnie... what happened?" his smile has been replaced by pinched brows and a small frown. "do you want to come inside?"
hi! i'm dani, 23+, she/they, comin' at you live from pst ^_^ really happy to be here and create some magic with all of you ⊹ . ݁˖ noeul's a more established oc of mine, so i'm double excited to introduce him to all of you and develop him in new ways :3
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