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gildcdhearts‌:

“I only barely do. I’ve only met a small handful of faeries while at school,” he explained. “Nah, it’s okay,” he chuckled with a smile. “I don’t mind talking about since we’re all here for the same reason. I hear you on the Asian thing though. Kids used to ask me to read the Chinese characters at restaurants and that pissed me off. But that’s a different tangent. I’m a werewolf.”

zen nodded, trying not to look too disappointed. there had to be someone here who knew more about things like this. “oh, i guess that makes sense,” he said. “tell me about it! kids always ask me if i can watch anime without subtitles. dumbasses,” zen commented, his mood picking back up at the story. “so do you like, transform every full moon? is that a thing? do you have a pack?”

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cfmars‌:

“oh we sure do have a genius here don’t we? the same could be applied to you sherlock. that’s the point of the supernatural. all we are are our powers. why else do you think people are killing each other over us? strip me of my fangs and i die. just like if you stripped any stupid fucking human of their heart. again, the same goes for you and your little faery wings. the minute they’re gone, you have no strength. stop acting like you’re high and mighty. at least i don’t pretend not to be an asshole. at least i don’t act like someone i’m not,” he retorted. he challenged the male, cocking his head to the side. “then i’ll feed off of you until the end of time. make you my little fucking blood bag. would you like that?” he inquired, sizing the male up. he barely noticed the singed shirt. mars turned, picking up two packs of sugar, ripping them open with his mouth. he dumped them in front of the male before snatching the cup from his hand. “why don’t you count your little pixie dust, tinkerbell?” he barked, shaking his head. “you are very much counted out.”

“well i don’t have wings, genius,” zen retorted snappily before quietly adding, “well- i don’t think so. i don’t know.” he flushed red in both anger and embarrassment at the comment. “i do not act high and mighty!” he said, his voice high pitched in a show of how flustered he was. “i thought i was human up until six hours ago!” even so, he was beginning to recognize the signs that he should have noticed long ago that hinted that he was anything but. as much as his skin burned with what was probably magic, zen had no clue how to use it, leaving him unable to really threaten the vampire with anything but words. “no,” he huffed childishly, “i would not.” about to turn away and walk off with his drink, zen saw a flash of pink in the corner of his eye, and only a second too late did he realize what it was. “you wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, just as the vampire spilled the contents of the packet on the floor. growing up, zen had instinctually done many things his parents passed off as quirks- never drinking tap water, never telling a lie, and counting spilled grains. “fuck you,” zen groaned, dropping to the floor to start sorting the sugar granules while mumbling vague insults. at least the floor was tile. “you’re a real ass, you know. this is going to take forever. why did you have to do two? one would have been enough.”

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cfmars‌:

“you wish psychopath was the least i was. i’m the creature that haunts your pretty little dreams. you smell real nice kiddo. you better watch where you step because my kind loves the taste of your kind,” he snapped, eyes narrowing. as soon as zen touched him he was all rage. he took the male’s wrist in his hand and crushed it slightly with his strength. not enough to break, but enough to bruise. “don’t. fucking. touch. me,” he snarled, shoving zen’s wrist into his chest. he used that leverage to push the blonde back and away from the drink. he knew his shove was a bit forceful, but he was angry. he picked up the cup from the table and sipped it. “i tried you. you were easy. don’t bite off more than you can chew. you’re five years old compared to me. you don’t mean a thing.”

zen snarled in response, ripping his wrist out of the other’s grip. almost immediately it began to heal, the bruise slowly melting from its green and purple hues back into his porcelain skin tone. he wasn’t sure exactly how it was working, but the amount of sheer emotion he was feeling at the time probably had something to do with the volume of magic he was conducting. “you fucking wish. people like you are all bark and no bite, you know? take away the fangs and what are you- some dumbass who couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag,” he shot back. a little surprised at being shoved, zen stumbled backwards and caught himself on the edge of a table before curling his lip in distaste. his eyes flashed silver briefly before he straightened up and marched back, more infuriated than before. “so. what. if. i do,” he said, punctuating each word with a jab of his finger, small sparks crackling off and singing spots of the other’s shirt or bouncing off the linoleum floor. “don’t count me out just yet, bat boy,” zen frowned, snatching the cup out of his hand. “i’m in it for the long run. don’t fairies live forever or something?”

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cfmars‌:

mars let out a sadistic chuckle at the male’s words, shaking his head. “no you listen, kid. i don’t care how shitty your day has been. it affects me in no way. i will feel no less guilty than if your day grew worse simply because i took this drink before you. cry. fucking cry you little. tiny. fucking. crybaby. do it. i dare you. i’d love to watch. in fact, i’ll take pleasure in it as i sit and wait for my hot chocolate to cool. call me an asshole all you like. it will no more hurt me than your incessant crying,” he spoke. he then squared himself up against the male and cocked his head to the side. “now hand it over or you’ll be sorry,” he growled, teeth protruding from his mouth. it was an empty threat. he wouldn’t kill an innocent boy. he only ever killed criminals of the serious like.

a year ago, even the first four words out of the male’s mouth would have made zen have a breakdown right then and there, but frustration was running through his veins and had no signs of dying down. zen clenched the hand that wasn’t on the to-go cup. “what’s your fucking problem? are you some kind of psychopath who gets off on that, huh?” he hissed back, shoving a finger into the male’s chest. it was hard to seem threatening with the knowledge he’d been called “pixie” and teased all through grade school because of his delicate appearance, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to stand up for himself. “or maybe you’re just some self-centered fuck who likes feeling big and bad by threatening the little kid. well guess what, asshole,” zen snarled back. a light shattered overhead as he stabbed his finger into the other’s chest again. “fucking try me.”

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gildcdhearts‌:

“Oh, fairy, cool,” he smiled. “Sorry you had to find out this way, though. That really sucks.” He couldn’t imagine what that would have been like for him. “I will do. I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.”

“is it? i wouldn’t know. i’m not quite sure what being a fairy entails, i guess,” zen shrugged. “what about you? what are you?” he asked, before slapping a hand over his mouth. “wait, i’m sorry. is that a thing i can ask? is that okay? i don’t know the etiquette- i just know i hate people asking me ‘what type of asian are you’ and now i’m rambling, aren’t i?”

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cfmars‌:

mars heard his order called out, walking towards the pickup area for his hot chocolate. it was a bit of a childish drink, but it was one of the only things that connected him to his human life. he was just about to reach out and grab it when another hand collided with his own. his temper had been a bit testy lately, so upon this probable mishap, mars snapped. “this one is mine. i was in line before you. don’t think you can just cut in front of me,” he growled. it didn’t help that this whole situation was bringing attention to the fact that he had ordered a hot chocolate. not so vampiric of him.

it wasn’t that serious. zen knew that. it was just a cup of hot chocolate, and he was pretty sure the second one would be served soon after the one he currently had his hand on, but goddamnit it was his cup of hot chocolate. “listen,” zen started, trying to keep the hysteria from rising in his voice. “i don’t think you understand exactly how shitty my day has been, so i’m going to kindly ask you to take your hand off this cup before i start crying in the middle of this café, asshole.” normally, zen would have backed down immediately. this guy was well over six feet of pure muscle, but the genuine frustration of all the events that had occurred so far were making him ( stupidly ) bold.

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fcxys‌:

the girl sat on the tennis court, it was empty and no-one had signed up to play and it was a quiet area. honestly, akiko found the place overwhelming and she missed her mother sorely. she sat out in the autumn sun, playing with her fox spirit. she shot her blade into the post,, watching it be surrounded by a pink and purple aura. ‘ nice. ’ she said to herself but her spirit was almost a different entity, she felt like it was a friend. she leaned, tugging it out before seeing someone coming down. she smiled with a friendly nod. ‘ i’m just leaving. ’

glancing over at the source of the voice, zen waved his hand half-heartedly and simply slumped into a bench on the side of the court. he promptly placed his head in his hands and screamed in frustration. for the last few hours he’d been wandering aimlessly around the place, trying to make any sense of what had occurred in the last twenty-four hours to no avail. “nah, it’s cool,” he said coolly, once he’d finished screaming and taken a deep breath. “take your time. don’t mind me.”

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gildcdhearts‌:

“You didn’t know you were supernatural?” Jack asked with a frown. “Shit…what a wake up call.” He could only offer a shrug at the second question. “Wish I could tell you. I don’t think anyone knows.”

zen wrinkled his nose in frustration. it seemed everyone here knew what they were. why was he just finding out? “yeah, no shit. yesterday i was about to take my botany midterm, and today they’re telling me i’m a... a changeling? think that’s what they called it,” he said. “a fuckin’ fairy. unbelievable.” he looked over at the guy next to him. “yeah, well. if someone finds out, send them my way? ‘m zen, by the way.”

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gildcdhearts‌:

“Have to say,” Jack hummed as he picked at some loose string in his sweater. It’s…scary how well…whoever brought us here knows us. All of my clothes were in my closet. And my inhaler was on the nightstand. I haven’t had an asthma attack in ten years, but they knew that’s something I have. Creepy.”

zen jumped at the voice, he nerves too frazzled to give the bare minimum of attention to his surroundings. “you think? i didn’t even know i was a... you know? suddenly, i’m here and they’re saying my mom isn’t my mom and my dad isn’t my dad,” he said, his voice panicked. “what this hell is this?”

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( HANSOL CHWE, 20, MALE, HE/HIM & PANSEXUAL. ) WAS THAT A FAERIE? I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST A COLLEGE STUDENT. BUT RUMOUR IS THEY WERE TAKEN IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT TO ASP LUXURY HEIGHTS AGAINST THEIR WILL. THE WORLD IS FALLING APART, LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS OVER. LET’S HOPE SUN-WOO "ZEN" YUN SURVIVES.