TUESDAY

blacksmith for the hunters, going by the name of yu barom. twenty six years of age, hunting for eight psst! this muse accepts demerits.

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&&✹☾ — reunion

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uwxhyungwon:

over a year had passed and hyungwon continues to think he left his old life behind. there was pain that he associated with it; not just because of the way it ended and was turned upside down but also because of the way he was forced to lead it before. his parents had disapproved of him and the hunter society had never seemed very inviting to him. it is true that there were people who he liked and ended up befriending but there were few and far between. it had been over a year and hyungwon thinks they must have forgotten about him. they must have thought he either died, killed by the same vampire as his parents, or become said vampire’s pet ( the last assumption wasn’t even that far off ). he doesn’t reckon anyone tried to look for him, just how no one ended up helping him the night of the attack and he certainly doesn’t expect to end up running into any of them while he’s walking the streets of seoul and looking for the next pocket to pick. it takes hyungwon about three seconds to recognise barom’s face and another five to duck behind another guy, who he happened to be walking behind, but he was pretty sure that the damage had already been done and he had been spotted. he looks little different than before, but the expensive clothes and pale skin were a dead giveaway to a schooled eye. &&✹☾ — @uwbarom

due to an earlier encounter with a certain vampire not very long ago, barom find himself to be extra vary as he walk the streets of seoul. before that it had been quite the time since he had actually fought one himself since he spend most his time either forging weapons, or watching others train to wield the said weapons perfectly. it’s safe to say however, that barom is not to let anyone suspicious slip past his vision to ensure safety for everyone around him. maybe it’s because he is worried to stumble upon her once again, though that should be unlikely.

what he didn’t expect on the other hand is to spot someone else entirely, someone far more familiar to the eye than the female beast that he had just been thinking about. if the clothes as well as dangerously pale skin didn’t give him away enough, his unique complexion did the job itself. barom is confused, and it take him a moment to actually accept the sight in front of him. especially considering the fact that the male had tried to duck away and hide, in a way that barom found highly clumsy and possibly more revealing than it was meant to.

“yah,” he calls out more than loud enough to be heard. some turn their heads to the sound of his voice but none of them being who the shout was made for. “cha hyungwon, don’t think for even a second that i don’t see you!” such a harsh tone of speech is rare coming from him but he can’t help but feel a little aggravated, and it’s followed by a rush to catch up with a man in which he believed was dead. hopefully he isn’t, please don’t say that he is… barom let the thought die however, when he realise that hyungwon’s eyes are fortunally  still brown.

  “what the heck, why are you hiding from me?!” is what he ask when he reach up.

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silver dagger.

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uwdonghae:

‘Sounds like you’re having a blast’

Even if it was meant in jest, Donghae couldn’t help but to half agree. He did enjoy his life—if ‘enjoy’ was the right word to use. There was a certain peace of mind residing within him because of his rather clear purpose: to hunt and exterminate the pests that plagued the world. God had saved him when he was younger and had saved him on several occasions through out his life so that he could do his best for the world. Of course he’d gone through periods of doubt and self-loathing even going as far as almost turning his back on Him. But he persevered; he was still standing and walking the path meant for him.

“I could do with some more sleep but yeah, I’m having a blast,” he replied with a small laugh, clasping Barom’s shoulder in a friendly fashion. He’d grown to be quite fond of the younger man and treated him a bit more familiarly than others even though they’d not known each other for that long. Perhaps it was the way they’d met—in the middle of a fight against their common enemy—but they’d hit it off relatively well considering their differing professions.

“Experimenting?” Donghae asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically, hand still resting on his friend’s shoulder. “Like… you’ve dreamed up some new weapons? That sounds really cool actually! Do show. I’m very curious to see what that brain of yours has cooked up.” He smiled brightly. “Besides, how would you know if I weren’t interested in using them if you never showed them to me? I may be a priest but that doesn’t mean I have to stick to tradition like a limpet clinging to a rock.” Donghae shoved him gently to get him moving.

“Come on, you’re wasting daylight, Barom-ah~!”

laziness weighs on barom’s shoulder as he feel the friendly hand grasp it. he’s been working all day without a single break and it’s only then that he notice how exhausted he actually feel. prehaps the thought of sleep as donghae hint towards the lack of it play a little part too, sleep doesn’t come to him easily after all. “i think we could all use some more sleep,” he continues in a joking matter though it’s in fact the truth. he exhale harshly in a form of laughter, and he return the touch by giving the elder’s back a few sympathetic pats. they might as well get used to it if they haven’t already, because a good night’s sleep is nowhere to be found.

barom escapes donghae’s grasp not because he isn’t comfortable, but because he finaly gain the strength to start moving again. that as well as he’s given a clear go on showing off his new creations. not that he thought his wish would be declined. you’re wasting daylight, brings forth an almost childlike grin on the blacksmith’s naturally plump lips. “alright, i’ll bring some of what i’m most pleased with!” that meaning, not necessarily what fits donghae to fight with but what is generally making himself feel excited. first he pick up a bladed brass knuckle, next what is seemingly a plain old belt that hold a hidden belt buckle. these are only some.

he bring a few different shaped daggers too for diversity’s sake, yet what he is most interested to see a reaction to being a necklace. lately he has begun to create the kind of hidden tools, it has occurred to him that it may be wise to have something alike for emergency situations. the knives held within each item might not be fatal for any given threat itself but should the owner be so unfortunate to be tied up, for instance, it can certainly come in handy. for the time being he has forgotten about the initial request, the dagger can surely wait just a moment or five.

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021417, report.

throwback: february 14th, 2017 mentioned: @jonginxuw, @uwailee

barom has just returned to the headquarters as he feel the dire need to speak to no other than the the captain himself, rather than one of the many squad leaders. although they might be as efficient with the information he believes that it’s best to head higher nonetheless, it is about a seemingly strong vampire after all, and he trust jongin to know who is best for the job. perhaps it’s ultimately the wrong call, but it’s the one barom makes in the end.

   “i need to report an encounter,” he doesn’t beat around the bush.

without wasting any time he simply explain what had happened. he has no reason to believe it should be a pressing matter considering the fight’s outcome, there are likely way more serious matters at the table, but he feel that the female vampire’s very obvious presence should most definitely be known. possibly not to civilians, but since he so easily recognised her she might pose a threat sooner or later even so. after all, one can not be too cautious.

“she’s about five foot six-- maybe seven, with long red hair.” he’s almost embarrassed since he feel like he should be able to do more in a fight. with further explaining, he mark the location of where he had made an attempt to strike her down. “i tried to fight her off myself but there was unfortunately no chance of me taking her down. i’m assuming she might be a thousand years, or even more, so i strongly suggest that we keep our eyes open.”

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fanboy *;; barom&kai

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jonginxuw:

the piece is beautiful, really. jongin watches and he can already tell its something new, it’s not like any other weapon barom has made before. the metal is sleek and smooth. it looks like a sword rather than a dagger. it had been a while since jongin had used a sword and he was rather envious of the hunter that would earn the privilege of wielding that weapon in battle. 

he wanted to ask question, was itching with curiosity as to what had inspired him to make such a weapon, why a sword instead of a dagger, who was the weapon intended for, could jongin have one for himself? his eyes were wide and round with excitement and intrigue, leaning forward in his seat to try and watch a little closer. he just wanted to know more! was that so bad? he was a curious one, not many saw this side of him either. 

“wh-what’s it for?” his curiosity had gotten the better of him, forcing him to ask. soon enough he was on his feet as well, timidly shuffling a little closer to get a better look, eyeing the other like a shy child out of bed when he shouldn’t be. “it’s beautiful… did taeyong request this? maybe daniel?” it would only make sense, the leader or another captain requesting such a fine blade. it was a shame jongin hadn’t thought to ask for one himself.

barom glance over at the younger every now and then, finding it somewhat endearing to see a childlike curiosity. if he should be honest though, he feel rather excited about the blade himself as he believe that it can be a confident touch to the correct fighting style. it is far from barom’s personal way to fight but the closer he come to finishing what is meant to be a dual blade, he must admit that training to wield them properly become more and more appealing.

satisfaction lie beneath the blacksmith’s small grin, but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions right away. even if jongin might express his excitedment over the weapon it doesn’t meant that he wish to bear it himself. it wasn’t a bad idea however, to lend it over to either taeyong or the other captain, daniel, should they be interested. “neither,” he state simply. he doesn’t meant to cut the other short but he just want to finish up the last remaining details for perfection.

he still has to make the twin blade but for now, it’s certainly ready to be showcased. “i actually thought that maybe you would like to test it out,” the look in his eyes flimmering with query as he should perhaps have consulted the captain before him about this beforehand. what’s done is done. before barom actually allow him to examine the piece, he elegantly wrap black rope around the shaft for a more comfortable grip to the hand. “i’m thinking two blades.”

“i can make adjustments if desired– for example; i can put wood on the shaft for a smoother surface, or perhaps a different fabric of thread. depends what you like, if you’d wish to test if out for me, of course.”

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silver dagger.

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uwdonghae:

Before Donghae could say ‘no, that’s quite all right’, Barom was off at the opposite end of the workshop with his defunct dagger readily picking up a replacement. It made Donghae smile to himself. The younger man was always so helpful and did everything in his power to keep everyone in tip top fighting shape with the latest creations fresh from the forge. Brown eyes take in the slim dagger he’s presented with, nodding at its beauty. But beauty alone wouldn’t cut it—pun intended—out in the field.

“May I?” he murmured taking the dagger from Barom’s hand. He tested the balance and the weight in practised hands, marvelling at just how light it was. It was lighter than any other blade he’d used which would throw him off before getting used to it. His greatest fear would be him using too much strength causing it to shatter. But then again Barom didn’t make bad quality weapons: none of his daggers before had ever broken off despite being abused for long periods of time.

Donghae gave a light laugh at his friend’s description of his workplace as a ‘dungeon’ continuing to examine the knife in his hands. “Me? Oh you know, same old, same old,” he said meeting Barom’s eyes with a small shrug. “Eat, pray, train. Hunt vampires, pool resources, help around church. Normal priestly things,” he teased as he handed the dagger back.

“Beautiful piece, truly. But I’d like something with a bit more weight? Roughly similar to what I had before since I’m used it. Got anything like that, hm?”

that was a fair request coming from donghae, the weight difference between the two daggers may indeed be a disadvantage during a fight and barom should have thought of that. he nods when given back the weapon, and offer a small smile of amusement. there are times that he forget where the two of them actually met, that it was in fact during a hunt and that donghae is most capable it not even better than barom on the battlefield. and since the memory at some times slip his mind, there are moments where he forget that the elder has preferences.

“sounds like you’re having a blast,” he joke as the blade slide back into the holster. barom find that their schedules have taken different paths as there are only but two things that they have in common; eat, and pool resources. not that they have ever had religion for a shared interest but there are rare occasions where barom miss being the one of many to slay vampires. those occasions however, lasting for few minutes until the unforgiving remembrance of the time that he turned eighteen years old. he heave a sigh, not having meant to bring back the memories.

“i should have something alike what you’ve got there.” at least he bring the creatures to death by his many creations, if not by his own hand. “i’ve been experimenting, by the way.” he lead the conversation back to equipments because equipments are what barom do best, and they don’t come with any kind of feelings or emotions. barom doesn’t want to think, as per usual. “i mean, i don’t think you’d be much interested in using them but they’re kind of cool if you want to chek them out at least?” this time he wait for his friend to answer before making a move.

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black ‘n tan.

(` @uwnayoung .   THROWBACK.

there are by rare occasions that barom get the chance to do something ordinary, those being occasions that he treasure more than everything. he wasn’t given many opportunities to live a normal life, if any at all for that matter, due to the circumstances around his biological parents. though unaware of that, he has yet to even question the reason as to why he was lead into a life as a hunter, blindly accepting it as the only reality he is allowed to know.

and even something as casual as to accompany nayoung to pick up a new puppy isn’t really by normal circumstances. the reasons may be common enough, to gain protection and a safe-guard, but what scares her being incredibly far from the typical human concerns. perhaps a dog isn’t much help when it comes down to it but if she feel better with the presenece of one, then a dog is exactly what she need. and barom is gladly there to help her pick.

“looks like you have been chosen.” he laughs as the younger is not only with one puppy, but a whole lot of them, each seemingly more excited to receive attention than the other. for a short moment barom feels normal, for a short moment he allow to let his guard down.

[uwailee-blog]

coincidences

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uwailee:

it wasn’t surprising any of his movements, they weren’t as sharp as she had expected them to be– then again, the smell of steel and silver on him told her that he wasn’t one of the people that the hunters would have in their front lines. ailee swiftly dodged all of his advances, this much even she could do despite not having fed for quite for almost two weeks. 

she can’t help but snicker at him as he tries to attack her, that is what she thinks of this as just one big attempt– she had heard about hunters with intense hate for vampires, that was all that drove them, this hunter was no different. one look into his eyes and she could tell, he hated her existence but she wasn’t ready to give up her life to some hunter that was not even skilled enough to sneak up on her properly.

“ohh~” she uttered, swapping his hand away from her, “careful you might hurt someone with that.”

with  quick step she moved to the side as he launched at her again, at least he tried– but his moves were somewhat clumsy and she wondered how he expected to survive– she was sure the only thing he would be able to kill would be a newly turned vampire if anything, he was picking a fight with the wrong vampire that was for sure, but he didn’t know that.

“if your intention was to hurt me–” she started, “you are a thousand years too early.”

there is a time and place for everything, but both being wrong for this fight. frustrated with the results of if he find that he need to up his game, that he need to place his focus on everything that he has learned up to this day. barom purposively won’t respond, both as a strategic move as well as he really don’t find her worthy of the words he would murster to tongue.

carefully planning his next steps, he’s as obvious as ever. he dribble his way towards her once more and now, seeming more in control of what he is doing. there is no hiding that his time out and away from  the field has marked evident flaws in his fighting style but nonetheless, he’s by far a rookie. though, barom has never fought someone so strong before.

he both rely and expect that she might be dodging his blow yet again. judging from her moves so far he make a fair attempt to calculate where she might pop up this time, and hope that his guess is in fact right when he easily throw a small dagger, one hidden by his belt. he refuse to believe that he is so out of shape, though making a mental note to hit up the trainer.

  he is by no means dying in this park, not today.

[uwailee-blog]

coincidences

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uwailee:

a feeling of annoyance grew inside of her, she really didn’t want this to be her evening, all she had wanted was to observe quietly maybe find someone that she could have some fun with and then head back to the conven. she sighed heavily as she looked up at the night sky, the stars were unusually bright which only frustrated her more.

might as well have some fun with him, the thought makes her snicker quietly to herself as she stops in her tracks, tosses a quick glance over her shoulder before trying to just sense him.

he was a hunter alright– it was noticable.

ailee stood still for a few seconds before quickly turning 360 degrees onher heel, scanning the area quickly as she tried to figure out where he could possibly hide and when she noticed him, the left corner of her mouth curved up slightly. then she mentally counted to three.

1. 2. 3., poof, like that she disappeared, though she had only moved quicker than his naked eye could catch. with all the sealth and silence that she could manage ailee almost floated to where the male was sitting crouched, glancing towards where she had once been standing. giving him a moment to realize what had just happened and she had successfully managed to stand behind him, without as much asa sound.

“looking for someone special?”

  poof, and she was gone.

the feeling of confusion emerge and take over barom’s train of thought. whatever he meant to do next could suddenly be considered absolutely useless as the situation took a very different turn compared to what he expected. it took him a moment to understand what had happened, and it hit him hard how rusty he actually is. he curse underneath his breath, being slower than he would like to admit as he has yet to even bring forth his weapon.

and then he hear her voice again, a voice he from this point will recognise whether he want to or not. barom is quick to turn on his heels as he realise that she is now standing behind him, it could as well be his last moment and he is well aware. his heart beat hard against his chest to reveal his agitation. perhaps it had been a bad idea from his part to follow after her but as the hunter he is, he simply couldn’t help it. he would die against her if he had to.

he doesn’t answer the question as he charge at her, his silver blade just barely missing a shot at the monstrous creature. strike first, questions later -- that’s the way barom has always lived by, and this encounter being no exception to the rule. frustration build up and consume him as he realise that he really need to be training again, he doesn’t even consider that the vampire in front of him might be stronger than those he has fought in the past.

  it doesn’t matter. barom wants her dead, and preferably by his hand.

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silver dagger.

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uwdonghae:

Donghae gave a small smile as Barom gave his short greeting, as his eyes slid around the room as they usually did taking in any changes in the workplace. He’d only known the younger hunter for around a year but he’d made it a habit to pop into his forge every known and then to check up on him and for any equipment repairs he might need. It was also an excuse to observe the rest of the hunters whom he found really cool… though they often looked at him in contempt.

“Hello, Barom,” he replied making himself comfortable in an unobtrusive corner. It looked like he’d just caught him finished up for the day which suited Donghae just fine. Sometimes he just wanted to talk. Not that he was lonely in the priesthood but… it was nice having a friend in the outside world. If one could call the hunters part of the outside world: they were both fighting the same enemy that hid in the shadows at night.

“Ah. I just wanted to get a new edge on my dagger, but if you’ve stopped working for the day I can come back another time,” he smiled apologetically, his hands clasped in front of him. He walked towards the other, placing his dagger in its sheath on a workbench. “There’s no hurry. I still have my stake on me.” Warm eyes sought out Barom’s, crinkling slightly in the corners as he smiled once more.

“How have you been? It’s been a while since I last stopped by.”

with all of the equipment and safety tools put back to their respective places, barom brush his hands against one another out of pure habit as if to rid himself of dust. even if he wear gloves his hands still manage to get dirty underneath. he make a quick stop by the sink to just clean up quickly, before he head over to join his friend by the workbench. having listened as he get ready to end his working day, barom doesn’t waste a second before he check the dagger.

barom concludes with a quick inspection that the dagger mostly contain of superficial bruises, and those certainly something he can fix easily. a brief chortle escapes him though, when the other male made his apology excessive as though he had done something wrong. "you might borrow a new one to try out if you want, while i take a look on this?“ without even waiting for a reply he is off to the other side of the room to pick up one of his newest creations.

after all, he needs those who are out in the field to test out his equipment or he won’t know if they are any good or not. he smile proudly when he show donghae a simple but elegant new dagger, there isn’t anything particularly special about it other than the look really. “i’ve been alright, nothing much happens here in my dungeon.” and even if something were to happen, barom likely wouldn’t be talking about it. “how about you, hyung? how are you?”

[uwailee-blog]

coincidences

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uwailee:

this was not the way that she had wanted to spend her valentines day, though– ailee had never had a special preference towards how she spent it, being as charing and beautiful as she was there had never been any trouble for her to find company if she wanted it. however, walking into a hunter had never been apart of her plans, it never was.

“well then,” she bowed her head at the male politely, “have a good day.”

with her reply and hopefully he hadn’t noticed though, if he was capable then he would have noticed how different she was. ailee turned around and walked the opposite direction, inhaling and exhaling, trying to ignore what had just happened and go about her night. however she soon realized that the male wouldn’t let it or her go and a frown furrowed her brows, a heavy sigh slipped past her lips as she smoothly walked past people.

ailee had already noted that one heartbeat was different from the rest, everyone else around her were laughing an ahaving fun, the blood in their veins were almost dancing with joy– except his, his heart beat calmly, so it stood out like a sore thumb.

how do i deal with this, she thought to herself as she took a quick turn and into a park.

admittedly it has been a while since barom last encountered a vampire, his days well spent in the blacksmith’s corner instead of out in the field. that means he has expert knowledge about his equipment because well, he made them himself, though may not admit that he is rusty. he hadn’t planned for his trip to the festive mood however, honestly just wanting to get laid as the infamous holiday ultimately provide the easiest ‘targets’.

but no, barom finds himself following after the supposed woman that had just bumped ito him a moment earlier. he keep his distance, for there is no way he would lose sight of her even if he tried to. there is something about her that makes her stand out, whether it’s on purpose or not, and the vibe is simply impossible for barom to ignore or lose. he keeps cool although he is a little unsure how to exactly play his cards safely.

his hand rest comfortably, but ever so discreetly to the plain eye, on the beloved silver dagger which he ironically received from his father on a joyful birthday. barom never leave it behind, it has almost become an extra body part and he use it accordingly. his breath steady, his heart beating calmly, his steps easy; there is nothing revealing to the civilians that there might be a dangerous situation, he has no intention to alarm anyone.

barom fails to think about consequenes as per usual, and he follow her into the seeming to be empty park. it’s still a grave risk to confront her, but he has to take it.

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silver dagger.

(` @uwdonghae .

though it has been a long and uneventful day at the blacksmith quarters, barom has come to a point where he wouldn’t wish to trade the calm days by the heat. there is something about the occupation that keep him calm and relaxed in the midst of everything, likely because he spend most of his time to hammer along on a piece of metal. he is about to call it a day when there is a visitor showing up to his corner of the world, and a slight grin tug at the corner of his lips.

“hey,” is all he say as he rid himself of the dirty and stained leather apron along with the pair of gloves that he use to keep his hands safe. he should definitely consider new ones, as they are heavily affected by his work after being used for longer than barom can even remember. there are a lot of things that he would like to show the young priest, he has made a whole bunch of new equipment since the last time donghae visited. that being saved for later however.

first and foremost, barom is curious what the occasion is. he never know whether the elder is dropping by to simply say hello, or if he need help fixing his gear. either is fine really, because the blacksmith truly do enjoy the other’s company despite the two of them being from two very different groups. there is something about donghae that make him different from all the other priests, something kind of pure and innocent. he’s just different, somewhat trustworthy.

   “what’s up today, hung?”

[uwailee-blog]

coincidences

— @uwbarom february 14th 2017, valentines day

it was a normal and cold winter night, even though she couldn’t really feel the cold– she knew that it wasn’t warm because it was winter and humans wore thick clothing. occationally they would breathe warm air into their hands and she would wonder what it felt like as she tried to blow hot air out of mouth. she wondered what it would feel like to have the cold snow melt against her skin. 

sometimes she wished to be human again but then she remembered death would once agian be knocking on her door.

without paying attention she took a sharp turn, wanting to get out of the crowded area– as much as she knew how to control herself, the longer she stayed the more her thrist would grow, especially on day like this, where there was so much love and adoration in the air, it almost made her sick. as she turned however, she felt a hard thud in her shoulder and she stopped and looked up at whoever she had bumped into, firstly to aplologize but for a moment she was just stuck staring at him.

her blue eyes scanned his features quickly, he was attractive– with a quick glance she also noticed his posture and the scent of steel, but also a hunter.

“i am sorry, i’m at fault,” she quickly said.

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valentines day, if barom has to pick a favourite holiday then it must definitely be this particular date. there are lovey dovey couples crowding up the streets, restaurants, and just about every other place that they can show their love and affection with each other. along with the extreme hype towards the specific date of february the fourteenth, barom knows that there are some to many who are stuck in the midst of everything alone.

someone who has nobody to celebrate the day with, that someone being a certain someone in which barom is highly determined to find in the horde of people. it’s cold outside due to the season, yet he hasn’t really clothed himself accordingly. he is wam bloded as they say, and don’t feel the same need to tuck himself into a thick winter jacket that evidently make quick responses a little harder. no, he has to be prepared for everything.

though, he wasn’t exactly prepared to bump into someone at the street. he was about to make an apology as he notice the ice blue eyes of hers, and no matter how beautiful she is he can’t help but want to jam the silver dagger he has right through her non-beating heart. dammit that they are in public, he think for himself and feel conflicted about what to do. “don’t mention it,” his earlier agenda escaped him the very moment she spoke.

with hesitation throughout his moves, barom walk away from the vampire. he has no intention to let her escape however, he just don’t want to be too obvious when he decide to follow her.

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fanboy *;; barom&kai

kai was a quiet one, considered stoic and composed, maybe a little serious in demeanor. nothing seemed to really excite him, he was always so hard to approach, it wasn’t a surprise that no one felt close to him, like they could grab him for a beer to have fun. he didn’t even drink, it impaired his ability to do his job. so, so serious. never was there an exciting moment while waking and around kai.

most didn’t seem him in the blacksmith quarters though.

kai was a secret nerd for weaponry. he loved using it, he always trained and practiced with all kinds of weapons, however the way weapons were made was an art form to him. he loved watching weapons fused and forged, it was like watching a play or an opera. barom, the blacksmith, was amazing at what he did, a true artist with a gift. a muse even, in kai’s opinion.

and so here the man was, sat atop a stool, watching the other man work with brimming eyes full of excitement and awe. he did this regularly, it was almost a pass-time of his. he enjoyed it to no end, watching the sparks in the forgery fly and the silver metal cool into sleekness. he watched and watched silently, focused on the artwork being made before him.

@uwbarom

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forge, hammer, shape -- repeat.

sometimes barom get incredibly bored with crafting the upteenth basic silver dagger, so there are days where he take the liberty to experiment a little with what he produce. to try and make something unique. and what better day to do just so if not one where the captain has come to visit. barom has gotten used to the younger dropping by to simply wacth the weapons being crafted, and the blacksmith really don’t mind the company.

though they don’t necessarily talk much during jongin’s visits, one reason being that the job is very loud, the blacksmith find it slightly amusing to see the captain in such awe. he strike most to always be serious after all. not to barom, though, but it isn’t something he go about and tell everyone. none, in fact. barom is highly focused on the task at hand, at the end of the next hour or two he should be completely done with the new knife.

more like sword, because it’s turning out to be quite big after all. he strike at the heated metal with a ball peen hammer, using the flat face to shape it towards his liking. each and every one swing of the hammer is placed with careful thought as he need the piece to be perfect, barom want jongin to be able to take it with him when he leave to test it out in training. he shape the silver carefully on the anvil to create an u-shape at the shaft.