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Haechul!

( ... )

The third question’s response makes him puff up quite a bit. He made a really dumb mistake, but surely someone else has done something similar in their life… Well… Actually no it is a pretty dumb and really inconceivable mistake. “I think my head is full of locusts more than air. Man, I must have just been caught up in talking. Hit me if I don’t read your responses in the future… You have full permission to deck me.”

The answers to his last question give him relief, and a large sigh escapes Haechul. At least this friend he had ignored for so long has good taste. “That’s a relief, man. I don’t think I’m made for eating either. Probably make someone sick.” He shudders as he completes his thought.

“Really though what is the extent of things you would eat covered in chocolate? Bugs aside, I’d love some grains and bread and stuff. Add chocolate and it’s a little bit better even.”

There’s always something amusing about the people who read what Gohn writes outloud. It’s just something about hearing what he’s just said repeated, or maybe just the fact that it’s nothing like what he imagines his own voice to sound like (or perhaps just how he remembers it). He is plenty patient, though. Propping his head on his fist as he continues to hold the book so that Haechul can read over every sentence and give his responses. He just keeps smiling- waiting. It’s not like this is a bad conversation.

He just shrugs a bit at Haechul’s first reaction. He isn’t going to get into talking about such sad times. He’s lucky enough he’s alive and he’d rather not go too far into details beyond that. So he just waits for Haechul to continue on with the other answers. Besides, they can’t keep conversing about all these things at once. That’s far to complex, even for Gohn as he writes things. He’d rather just skip a topic now and then.

The second topic is met with the same dismissal.

At the next comment, he just smile wider and gives a soundless laugh. Of course Haechul’s head is full of locuts. Gohn’s head is the one that’s full of air. Such is the particulars of the way the two of them are fae. Gohn’s not one for punching, but he could see himself bonking Haechul in the head with the notebook if he tries to ignore the writing in the future. It’s usually considered rude to interrupt people or ignore them, and in Gohn’s mind his writing is him speaking, so it’s similar and he should be more confident about it. So he waits for the book to be given back before adding a little.

“I’ll bonk you if I have to. No worries.”

The next part of the topic is back to the silliness that he associates with the other fae- so he just take a moment to tap his pen against his chin. What would he eat covered in chocolate? Well, mint, but that’s sort of thing anyway. The problem is that human’s might think something is odd but Gohn doesn’t even really have to eat human food... So nothing seems too odd to him. He begins to write slowly and turns the book to Haechul once more when he’s done.

“I think I’d eat a lot of kinds of bugs because they are small and crunchy? So that could be interesting. But I don’t think I would eat most meats with chocolate because that just seems like it would taste bad. I like mints with chocolate on them? But it’s just a flavor thing I think. Human foods are weird.”

Locusts??? In My Chocolate????

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Duri!

( ... )

Maybe she looks less like she’s crying when she smiles, this time: Duri can’t say for sure, even though she manages to meet Gohn’s eyes. “You’re not the first one to figure it out. It was a few days before I contacted you.” Her hands squeeze together, each finger digging into the empty space between knuckles upon the opposite hand. “I needed to see how long you took, because if they started looking for me when I think they did—then they were sure about my identity in less than two days.”

Two days versus a week: and that was assuming they hadn’t been interested in her earlier. Her eyes slide away from the fae’s, distress weakening her resolve some, but Duri pushes herself back from shying away. “I know you’ve been watching me, but you didn’t suspect that it was me, at first. Could someone else—figure it out?” 

(The real question that brews beneath the rest: How safe am I? But the answer is already close at hand, in memory of the first fae and now the second who has tracked her down. Probable cause is proven: the true inquiry she should be making is, Who will know next?)

It isn’t too long before the witch opens her door, and, albeit somewhat nervously, let’s Gohn inside. He looks around with curious eyes as though it’s his first time in the house- looking over the little details that he’s seen already. They interested him the first time, so he might as well give them a bit more thought now that he’s no longer working on trying to learn things. He’s smiling small the whole time- wandering more than he probably should be. It’s not that he ever really stops following Duri, just that he sometimes meanders a bit off the obvious path to stare at little things here and there. He’s just... like this. He can’t help it.

It’s quiet for a bit, not that he minds. He’s always quiet, so it’s only fair that when others are he doesn’t think too much of it. If he did, that would make him constantly rude. He’d really rather not think too much about that. When she finally does speak he snaps his attention to her- smiling just a bit wider. He’s been offered a seat which is only polite with humans. He nods slowly and walks more to the living room- finding a nice chair to settle down in. 

He couldn’t help but notice that this poor witch seems awfully on edge. While being figured out might be sort of a big deal, he can’t fully comprehend why it is that her voice is conveying nerves so strongly. She did, after all, ask to be found. What did she really expect? Did she think that he was bad at finding information? Did she assume that because he was a fae that he wouldn’t even be able to use a computer? That’s awfully rude. He crosses his legs- more resting on his ankles on his thigh as he clasps his hands together in his lap. He’s still looking around with that curiosity that only seems fitting. There is, after all, something so very strange about this place. He can’t find it without looking more, but he can feel it everywhere. Maybe the reason he’s so curious is because it’s so empty. The rest of the house wasn’t. Did she clean? He finally looks back at her- eyes turning up into half moons.

She’s writing and he just sort of blinks. For a moment his smile drops as he waits. Again, the silence doesn’t annoy him, but he does admit he has a distaste for people using technology with him around. Then again, he has no way of knowing what she’s doing or even if she knows he can’t use the tech, so he just waits as patiently as he can. He pulls out his notebook- choosing to doodle while he waits for her. It can’t be considered rude when she started it, after all. He’s about half way done with the penguin he was drawing by the time she pushes the envelope over. He looks up with a slightly more curious face before picking the envelope up and turning it over in his hands a few times. He’ll open it later, when he can know it’s safe.

Finally she speaks up and he’s smiling again almost instantly. She starts by telling him something he already knows and he laughs soundlessly- covering his mouth with one hand in order to somewhat hide the action (though that hardly does anything but point it out more). He waits to let her finish, though. Watches her actions closely as though he’s learning something more from it when all he really sees is that she’s still nervous. It isn’t until she gets a little further in that he actually understands.

He pulls out his pen and taps it neatly against the notebook for a moment- thinking. So she’s being stalked? Someone is after her? A hacker? He looks up at her again. Two days is pretty impressive. They must have wanted something more than Gohn wanted to be paid... Did they need something with her? He blinks just a bit and continues to tap at the pen. He’s leaving the air awfully quiet but it’s normal for him to do this. He starts to write moments later- pen scratching on paper killing the quiet at least slightly. He could put this nicely or he could probably be a bit more rude about it, but he determines it’s better to be polite and avoid upsetting nervous witches. He already has a dislike of them naturally... He’d rather not push his luck.

“Depends on how bad they want it.” Is the first line- written directly above the half drawn penguin from earlier. Underneath it is the rest of the explanation. “I had to get some outside help from hackers. You use your home IP for all of this which makes you easier to track, according to my source. Look into something that scrambles it, I guess? On top of that, you’re home has a very supernatural air. Anyone with the ability to sense some sort of magic might be able to tell that it’s odd. That might help people find you considering the whole witch thing.”

He yawns- which probably makes him seems less like he cares but it’s just a factor of him being tired. He taps his finger to his chin for a moment before taking the notebook back. He’s got a little more he could probably say- so he writes it a little bit below the original line.

“I pride myself in being able to find anyone, but the truth of the matter is simple. Anyone who wants to find you bad enough probably could. Anyone who wants to find someone bad enough probably can- it just depends on time. Two days is very little time, though. You’re dealing with a lot of power, probably.”

Fae Findings

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☯: What do they think of ‘good’ and 'evil’?

Morality Meme: accepting

Good and evil is an odd concept to a fae who’s morality is already a little twisted by how inhuman he is. Gohn’s definitions of if something is bad or not tend to depend strongly on how how he feels about the person committing the action and the people the action effects. 

Generally, Gohn tends to assume that nothing is evil by default (with very few exceptions). As such, Gohn is a very neutral force who tends to take no sides until he thinks he can understand what’s going on. Even in the case of a murder, Gohn will often be completely neutral on it until he hears a bit more about it. If the murderer was a friend, he’ll likely side with them and assume the action to have been for the better good. If the victim was, then the murderer is evil without fault.

However, if he has no association to either, it’s harder for him to form an opinion. “Good” in Gohn’s book is more “Gohn-aligned” and evil is “Not Gohn-aligned”.

A list of things that Gohn will usually take as being evil include:

Killing or harming Fae (this is often negated by him knowing the fae or knowing the person hurting the fae).

Hurting animals.

Not taking peppermints at all from him (or outright refusing them).

Using magic. Often paired with a lack of feeilng toward or understanding of non-witch supernaturals

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It’s not everyday that Gohn gets a job like this. He’s a fae, after all, and while that’s not exactly advetised on the tin it certainly stands in the way of some of his work. He’s never been great with technology, obviously. He’s made ATMs spit money and sometimes when he touches a laptop it bursts into flames... So being hired to figure out the identity of a blogger isn’t exactly his cup of tea. Not that he can’t do it, obviously! He’s great when it comes to finding people and information. He has sources that can help him with all the computer crap and then he can get to the meat of things.

With everything that’s been going on recently, just working is sort of nice... There was the death of that poor fae they accused of being the chaos controller, and now apparently some blog has blown up all over the news. Gohn’s been out and about some, watching riots and attempting to, perhaps, participate in his own way... But his nerves keep gnawing at him. He keeps going back to that witch who nearly killed him as he tried to fly off the roof. To the way he felt when he was picked up off the ground in horrible pain. The way his blood stained everything it could touch and he clung to some human like he was the only thing that could prevent him from disappearing like all the fae he once knew and loved. He can’t get the images to leave... So working feels... safer. As much as he wants to help the supernatural world, he wants to feel safe too... So this is okay. Finding some witch is okay... And...

This job doesn’t even involve any bad people! So there’s no need to pull out the whole “torture people” thing that he frequently has to use on all the annoying criminals and bad people. This person is just a witch! Well... To be fair, he doesn’t really like witches. Witches tend to think their all that when it comes to being supernatural when they really don’t get what being supernatural is like at all. They’re the weird in between where they can claim supernatural if they want and because of it they really don’t get the struggle half the time. He often finds that he dislikes them just at a first glance. It’s just how his mind works. Maybe it’s because he associates them with that warlock ex-owner of his. Truthfully, not all witches are like him but the association is so hard to shake... And who’s to say that any witch couldn’t turn out like him if they think they have the power they need to do so?

Curiosity can be dangerous in humans, but for Gohn he finds it tends to be helpful. It helps him learn and he can always listen to the little whispers of the wind in order to learn more. Then again, it’s not like the wind actually talks to him. He just uses the wind to slip into smaller areas and hide from sight while he listens in himself.  In this case, he just needs the info on where this girl might be and he gets enough of that from his sources. A description of what she might look like, a few notes on what she can do, a location that makes sense from the hacking his source did. He’s glad that humans know technology better than he does. He doesn’t even know what it means to triangulate a location but it sounds fancy and he thinks that’s pretty cool.

Of course, when he actually finds her it’s a rather amusing thing. He wasn’t exactly expecting for his client to be hiring him to find her. Meaning, his client literally is his target. He’s never had that happen before... It doesn’t make a lot of sense to him, but as long as he gets paid he doesn’t care. He needs to money to fund his mint habit, after all. So he gives her the time of day- watches her closely to confirm she is who he thinks she is before jumping to far to conclusions. She’s probably on edge, since she’s a witch. She can probably feel the tiny weasel’s presence as he hides in different places around her house, waiting for her to open her computer to see what she does. The house feels breezy... He enjoys that.

Once he’s got his confirmation, he just takes the time to slip outside. The house still feels weird to him. He’s noticed it from the beginning but it’s not weird enough to bother him much. It’s got the feeling of being full of spirits or... fae or something. Magic. It’s almost homey to him. The feeling of that many things in one place. Even if he can’t place exactly what that feeling is, he can tell it’s there and it’s nice. He places his greater illusion up as he stretches- readjusting to the concept of being human for just a moment. He pulls at his scarf before knocking on the door loudly. Now that he’s standing outside, he puts on his usually smile and half moon eyes. He’s sure that this unexpected visit will go... interestingly.

He opens up his notebook and goes ahead with what he’s going to write. He already has a good idea of what needs to be said. He’s scribbling it all down in his red pen- which is nice and emphatic. He’s sad the green gel one died the other day. He really should get another one... The door opens and he looks up- smile in place as he finished up the writing. He holds the notebook up for her to read and leans forward- one hand behind his back as he shows his teeth just a bit in a grin.

“Greetings  MagCoChe~! I seem to have found the information you were looking for right here in your own home! I do hope it’s not an issue, but perhaps it would be best if I came in to discuss my findings with you, hm ~wo !”

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Himchan!

( ... )

The next line of neat handwriting immediately made Himchan’s blood run cold. “Being mute isn’t rude..” Alarm was apparent on his facial expressions. Had he given off the impression that not being able to speak was rude? He shook his head immediately. “It is more rude of me to not be able to sign. I mean, you cannot help it, but I can help that I don’t know any sign language. I really should learn.” Himchan briefly paused, an idea coming to mind. “As a matter of fact, I will start learning it now, in honor of you, Dongsung. How does that sound?” He was apprehensive, but he did not want to feel the sinking feeling of guilt in the pit of his belly any longer. 

For a moment there’s a twinkle in his eye. Gohn’s smile widens at the clumsily signed hello and tilts his head a bit further- eyes turning into crescent moons. The attempt is cute, admirable, though this poor doctor doesn’t seem to know sign language very well. It’s nice that he’s trying, though. It doesn’t exactly cross Gohn’s mind as even remotely odd that a doctor might not know KSL or anything like that. He sees no reason that they should have to learn it any more than any other human or supernatural. It’s not like this poor doctor is likely going to be working with people like Gohn frequently. Maybe more frequently than some, but Gohn holds no grudges. He just finds the attempts cute enough and plenty well meaning. He leans on his bloody fist for just a moment- holding his elbow as he continues to smile.

He pulls the book back in order to write a bit more a second later- scribbling down his response in always neat letters. The pen today is red, since he was using it to write to his, er, victim just moments ago. Red is, after all, the scary color! Actually... He should ask if it is the scary color. He thinks he knows someone for that. He turns the book around with his response in clear writing- making sure that Himchan has more than enough time to read and reread.

“Now, now... It’s no issue. I understand so please don’t trouble yourself like this! I am quite used to using writing for my usual form of speech.” And airy chuckle is added- mostly soundless, as he pulls the notebook back to himself. Now that they’re further from that scum of a human it’s much easier for him to smile more genuinely. It’s not every day Gohn finds himself talking to a Were-Doctor!

He taps the pen against the notebook slightly at the next question. The blood is a bit telling, but he’s pretty sure his lying skills can easily make up for it. After all, it’s so much harder to tell a person is lying when they don’t even speak. On top of that, his expression stay controlled and he has all the time he needs to think about what he says. He holds the pen properly again- writing this time a bit more slowly. He turns the notebook around once again once he’s done- letting his smile fall to punctuate his thoughts.

“No No. This is his blood... Since I pulled him all the way here, it got all over me. I’m not very strong, you see. I would have called an ambulance but- ah... I truthfully don’t know if I could have. I have been told there are ways for mutes to communicate with emergency response but... I’ve never had to do it, so I didn’t know what to do. I had no choice but to drag him here myself.”

He smiles just a bit a moment later though. Better that this man live, after all. Gohn isn’t in the killing business, just the hurting one, plus this way he gets to be a warning to others like him. There’s another glint in the wind fae’s eyes as he nods a bit. The next statement catches Gohn just a bit off guard, though. He had never considered things to be really rude or not rude. He’s just used to apologizing for the inconvenience his lack of voice frequently causes. The idea that this were-doctor is willing to learn signing for him, though... For some reason- it makes Gohn beam- nodding happily. He starts to write yet again- bouncing just a bit.

“Thank you. That means a lot. If you need a hand, I would be happy to help you.”

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Tae!

( ... )

It’s been nice today still, warm and humid in the city as he made his way to and from classes, followed by a rather short project that had taken less time than he thought it would take. It’s that free time left over that has him here in this coffee shop with Gohn, and given that he’s the one that invited him he’s - and reasonably so, he thinks - alarmed at what the other writes out in return to his statement.

“I didn’t say that? No, no, that’s not what I- That isn’t what I meant,” Taehyung insists, brows furrowing as his eyes skim the paper once more. Leaning back into his seat, he sighs, eyes closing for a second.

“I’m not comfortable because I don’t like talking about- Um, I don’t really like talking about vampires.” The words sound childish even to his own ears. “That’s all. I don’t care if you write. You could do interpretive dance if you wanted and I still wouldn’t care. Talking’s nice. Doesn’t really matter if it’s not verbal - I do that plenty for the both of us.”

A moment’s pause is given as Gohn listens closely to what the other fae has to say. It’s often enough that he misinterprets a conversation, or, if nothing else, jumps to the wrong conclusion. He’s good at telling emotions apart and reading people, but that only goes so far. He tugs on his scarf again- still smiling ever so nervously as he looks down at the hand in his lap. From his wording now, though, it would seem that Taehyung might be a bit upset that Gohn would even... come to that conclusion in the first place.

But Gohn still thinks it’s relatively fair. Long gaps and pauses in the conversation, being unable to covey the emotion of his words in sounds, the lack of the feeling of speaking in real time at all... There are a lot of people who don’t deal with it well. Gohn has more time to put into his words because he writes them down, but that also makes it easier for him to fabricate them. It makes it easier to lie, and that, in a way, is probably a part of why he jumps to such conclusions so often. He clenches his fist yet again. He wishes frequently that he was better with technology and could use online chat boards. Those would be more fitting.

But he looks up again nonetheless with a smile. His eyes no longer show that nervousness because he’s determined to make it go away. So he just laughs without air- swatting a hand to the side as he does so. Vampires aren’t a usual topic for him anyway. They just come up sometimes when relevant. He can easily avoid talk of them if it’ll make this other fae feel more comfortable. He certainly won’t press for a reason as to why Taehyung is uncomfortable with them in the first place. Those aren’t matters he feels he’s allowed to hear.

So he pulls the book toward him again- seeming to have pulled a complete turn around from his original nervous nature. He’s writing again- letters finally not shaking as they were before. He takes more time to think about his words now- about the meaning each carries. Maybe he writes a bit too long, but he’s trying to make up for the way his writing look moments ago.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you had issues with them. I won’t press, I won’t press. Don’t worry. I won’t talk about them again in the future.” A break. “Would you rather talk about interpretive dance? I tend to think that when I’m flying about in the wind my moves could look a bit like it. Do you think I could start a studio where I teach people to dance in thin air..? Oh, wait, no no. Most people can’t fly so it wouldn’t work, would it? Here, have an apology mint.”

The joke is meant to lighten the air, but he’s never sure if it’ll work. Jokes have never really been his strong point. He slides the notebook over with a peppermint neatly placed at the end of the last sentence. Hopefully it’ll do it’s job well enough.

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Gyu!

( ... )

Sunggyu wanted one too; maybe if only to be part of the group..He often felt he was too old and unlucky to handle such technology, but he had a small glimmer of hope that Gohn would be able to show him the absolute basics in operating such a thing. 

“If you’re willing,” he adds on,”I know it would be very difficult to teach me, as I’m not very good with most, if any technology. I’m lucky the CD player doesn’t burst into flames, actually.” How he had managed to keep that thing operating is beyond the elder Fae. Maybe it was pure luck, or perhaps the CD player being over a decade old was in his favor. 

The phone was new, something way more intelligent. 

Gohn’s smile only grows just a little as he listens to Gyu talk about the phone. Truthfully, he’s pretty sure that the older a fae is the harder time they have with technology. He can admit whole heartedly that he himself has a terrible time with them, but he’s never been worried about actual fires with his tech. He just assumes that it will spark all over the place and stop working. There have been times that he’s attempted to use ATM machines only to watch them suddenly start screeching and possibly trying to attack him. He really wishes he had better luck with that sort of thing... But at least he doesn’t have to use it that often.

“I’d be willing to help, though I’m not fantastic with phones myself.” He signs only a little more slowly now. He’s trying to think of what sort of thing he can even teach Gyu. “Assuming your phone is the same as mine. If it’s not, I’m not sure I’ll recognize the tiny pictures that operate it. There’s a magical connection between the little pictures and the magic phone operation systems. I think it’s a... like a ward or something.” He rocks in his seat now- thinking about how exactly that magic can work. He’s pretty sure there are touch activated wards but so many tiny ones in one space? The witch who made the phone must be awfully talented.

Witches do make phones, right?

“Just let me see it!” He holds out a hand after signing and waves it lightly to ask for the phone. While holding the phone stands about a 25% chance of it breaking, he’d at least like to try it. Then again- he might need to put the phone in with the magic power string. The wards require magic from the walls to gain power, after all! He’ll just have to see though.

cellular.

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Himchan!

( ... )

With a subtle skip in his step, Himchan approached the doctor, requesting permission to shadow and assist before following them to a hospital bed. Being an intern, it was frustrating to not be able to actually work on the injury, especially one that did not require too much complicated procedures – he could only watch as the usual method of applying pressure to the wound, cleaning it, elevating, and bandaging was carried out. It was simple, really, but not yet something he was allowed to do. He did, however, turn to the other man, eyeing him for a moment before speaking. While the injured male was being fixed up, he might as well initiate a conversation with the man who had accompanied him and try to accumulate information that may be useful.

“Hello.” He started slowly. “I am Himchan. I’m an intern and am currently shadowing. Do you mind telling me what happened to your.. friend here?” A tug at the corners of his lips revealed a small, friendly smile. 

So he might have gone a bit far this time. He needed info, he got a bit angry, the guy got more cut up than intended. It’s not his fault that this guy associates with shut a large gang! And one that sells people, none the less. How was Gohn really supposed to hold back his anger against this sort of guy? Answer: he wasn’t! Simple as that. So after several hours of having the guy tied to a chair, cutting him up with wind in order to make him screech and watching as he tried to hold back any info (even though he had been asked REPEATEDLY), Gohn had taken a lunch break and come back fuming. So he got out of control, cut the guy up more severely and well... Now he’s at a hospital.

Not because he’s hurt, but because it’s not like he wanted to kill this guy, even if he is on today’s list of the world’s biggest douche bags. Really, Gohn just can’t forgive selling people- be they human or supernatural- into any type of slavehood. He knows a bit too much about that life to be comfortable watching such little things slide by. On top of that, the client who hired him to find the information in the first place is looking for his son, who Gohn heard was about 10 or something. If this guy actually kidnaps human children then he probably deserves to be this hurt... Gohn smiles as always- even when there are people approaching him. He hands the injured trafficker off and stands still- not really caring despite being somewhat covered in blood himself. 

A second person approaches and Gohn’s eyes are quick to notice that his movements seem awfully cheerful, not that the wind fae minds. He has no problem with the doctor being a horrid sadist if his patient is this guy. Then again, he might be jumping to an awful lot of conclusions... He’s pretty sure sadistic doctors are not real in the human world, but just an idea created by those weird horror games he watches. Human media can be so misleading!

A moment later and he reascends his thoughts. This person is, after all, not human. He can tell from the way he feels- the way the wind moves around him or... something. It’s a way he’s in tune with the magic around him, maybe. A few moments later and the were is asking him a small question; introducing himself is well. Gohn just tilts his head to the side and gives a small wave. His next movements are typical to him, but he’s sure the doctor will be left confused. It’s a pity that even these people probably don’t know how to sign.

“I’m Kim Dongsung. Pleasure to meet you. Let me guess, you don’t know sign language?” He stops signing moments later in order to reach into his pocket and pull out his notebook. The pen comes next and he begins to write again. He does hate having to repeat himself, but he realizes that this is necessary. Once he’s done writing, he holds up the notebook. His smile stays, but his eyebrows say he’s very worried.

“Thank you for taking care of my friend, Himchan. I’m Kim Dongsung. My friend here was pulled in by some horrible gang, I believe. He told me he had been getting mixed up in some sort of organized crime, but I didn’t realize it was this deep! Now he’s ended up like this... Do you think he’ll make it?” There’s a bit more space before his next words.

“Ah, please forgive me for this rudeness. I am a mute.”

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Ten!

( ... )

he looks at the text again and barely manages to gather his etiquette, bowing a little awkwardly. “it’s nice to meet you, gone. do you speak english?” he pauses, recollects the mistake in his words and widens his eyes. “ahㅡsorry, that was a little insensitive. i meant, do you know how to write in english?”

ten smiles politely back. “my name is ten, gone-ssi. you seem lovely too. despite the unexpected flight.”

For some reason, Gohn thinks it’s sad that this fae has never flown. It’s normal enough, he guesses. Many of the fae from the collection he came from couldn’t enjoy the sky. Many of them had no wings, no abilities to lift the off the ground and let them enjoy the rush of air around them and the warmth of the sun when it’s even closer... But it still strikes him as sad. Maybe it’s just that he comes from the wind- the concept of it, but to him flight means so much. He always likes to try and share the experience... But this fae didn’t much like it- says it was surprising. Maybe with more trips he could learn to love the sky as much as Gohn does... But he won’t push that too far. He’d rather not lose a new friend so quickly.

He’s still smiling as he’s asked if he can speak- and then write, in English. He laughs without sound. He nods just a bit. He’s back to scratching down various words in his notebook at he listens to his new friend speak. He says his name is Ten and for some reason, that name only makes Gohn smile more. Ten is a fitting name for a fae. It reminds him of the word names his family had... Maybe that’s an odd way to think of it. It’s likely that Ten is meant to mean something else, but it’s just what sticks in Gohn’s mind. He finishes what he was writing and holds it out once more- offering the book to Ten should he want to hold it in order to read more easily. The letters are all clean, but several are blatantly different. He’s made a note to write in every language he knows, though he starts in Korean.

“I do ‘speak’ English.” is in plain Korean, followed by “Quite well” in English. Korean follows once again with the words “I also ‘speak’ Mandarin, Japanese, and several types of Sign...” In Mandarin it just reads “I find Chinese the most difficult, though.” and in Japanese it reads “This one was more forced on me than anything.” He laughs a bit to himself as he looks over his handiwork. The bottom of the paper has returned to Korean, since he knows that the other fae can speak it, if nothing else.

“I tried to learn to write in as many languages as possible to break more speaking barriers. I think it’s important that I’m able to ‘speak’ with as many people as possible, since I already have this rather obvious complication in place. If there is another language you would prefer I use, let me know.”

“But also, I’m very excited to meet you, Ten. I like your name quite a lot! It fits you... Do you mind if I also ask what sort of fae you are?”

run away.

[obsxgohn-blog]

Eunae!

( ... )

One of the first things Eunae realizes is that lifting her arm to take hold of her drink is the slightest bit more difficult now, her jacket weighed down by the extended family of mints that she’d mindlessly adopted. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do with all of them ─ maybe she’ll try playing this game with someone else, somewhere. The thought of playing it with him seemed too lame in comparison to trying with a stranger or an unsuspecting friend, unfortunately, but he really did seem a little down over the loss. 

She reaches into her pocket, rummages for her wallet, and after a deliberating shuffle of various items, pulls out a sole, unused sticker and slides it across the table, mimicking his own actions prior. 

With it she nods, seemingly satisfied with the action. Though…

“…How many?” she asks, lacking every hint of detail. 

He’s still laying flat on the table watching her with somewhat sad eyes as she seems to think for a moment. She’s quiet, but he has no issues with this. If he did, that would be rather ironic and perhaps a bit stupid. So he waits patiently for her to do or say anything. She’s just messing with something for a moment. He assumes, perhaps, she is getting another mint from the ones she put in her pockets, but he’s shocked what she pulls out instead.

It looks, at first, like just a small scrap of paper, but once it’s slid across the table to him he sees what it actually is. A small cloud with a face drawn on it. In his mind, Gohn states that this sticker is likely designed based on a fae, because he’s sure there are fae that look like clouds with faces. He picks the sticker up- holding it gently in both hands as he stares at it. Is this... sticker like a part of her soul? Would not accepting it be as rude as it is for him when people refuse his peppermints? He couldn’t just refuse it then! Besides, it’s cute and he sort of likes it. It’s fitting of him.

So he pulls it away from it’s backing and sticks the sticker directly on his cheek. For a moment he seems to sparkle with his happiness- smiling at the stranger with excitement. Surely she will be happy that he accepted her sticker. This is probably a sign that the two of them are very good friends now! It’s exciting to find a human who understands how to make friends so easily. Most of the humans he’s talked to are so much harder to get close to... That’s why he’s been so lonely! If only they all had stickers and mints to give each other...

But then she speaks up and his eyes widen ever so slightly. How many? Is she saying she will give him... More stickers? His mouth opens, but no noise comes out. He just grins now- eyes turning into half moons as he does. This must be because he gave her so many mints! She wants to share just as much with him as him did with her! That’s very nice. He wiggles just a bit in his seat before pulling out his notebook. He writes neatly and slides the booklet over to the girl. It reads neatly, as always, but includes a small drawing of the cloud at the end...

“However many you think fits!”

Mint To Be

[obsxgohn-blog]

This tune could pretty much be my theme right now…

[obsxgohn-blog]

Jeongguk!

( ... )

With a relatively high probability on rules being bent in the favor of the present situation, Jeongguk firmly stands of the opinion that retreating to his apartment with the individual is currently the best choice of action to take; there’s little point to seek shelter in DSEM’s headquarters, even in times like these and if he’s to be punished at a later point for the choice of action taken, then so be it.

“Can you stand? If not, I’ll help you.”

The moment Gohn feels someone approaching his eyes widen. He wants to get up- to run, but he barely manages to twitch his fingers. He breathes heavier- harder, but it stings his lungs. He wants to cry now, and that he can manage. He claws the ground- feeling his blood there. It’s now he’s realized just how bad the bleeding is- how bad it hurts. What is bleeding? Where is he bleeding from? The white is stained across the ground like some sort of mural and he chokes on his breath. He manages to move an arm just a little- feeling his whole body screaming in retaliation.

He only manages to prop himself up weakly when it’s to late. Blurred vision distorts the figure above him- splitting him into three copies of himself that spin around in an indescribable pattern. His breathing hurts- lungs feeling like they could crack and break at any moment. He tries to focus on the figure- pulling the other arm up- not noticing the staining of white all down it. Not noticing the gash that’s formed deep into it. How did he get cut? Vines? He wants to manipulate the wind- to break this man- tear him to pieces so he doesn’t hurt him... But the words manage to hit him before more than a small breeze kicks up.

He says he won’t hurt him and Gohn’s arm drops back to his side. His eyes turn pathetic- a smile coming to his lips as a natural reaction. He feels awful. He’s barely able to see, let alone begin to communicate well. His pen and notebook are out of the question. He can’t move his arms far and it takes so much just to force it. Writing would destroy him with pain. He’s already on the verge of blacking out in a second’s notice. 

He’s posed with a question, and that question takes thought. Can he stand? Can he move. He tries- pushes up on both hands and his body seems to tear. He drops back to the ground- claws digging deep into the ground as he lets out a silent scream. He curls up- even that causing more pain. He’s hyperventilating now. The pain from breathing makes it feel so much worse. Tears are falling heavy and his smile is completely gone. This is panic. This is what it feels like to not be in control of what’s going to happen to you. He shakes his head despite the pain- covers his ears as a strange ringing starts up. He hopes the stranger gets the pictures. He hopes that he’ll be okay. That this person is kind and means what he says.

He just wants this pain to stop.

Down With The Fallen

[obsxgohn-blog]

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

Deep Sentence Starters: Still Accepting!

His eyes snap wide at those words- pen dropping from his hand and hitting the table with a clicking sound. For the moment, he’s stuck this way- quiet without a smile. He looks at his notebook- at the pen on the table. His hands are shaking. His mind reels over the possibility without a moments consideration toward anything else. He picks the pen back up- fingers fumbling with it for just a moment. The notebook is placed on the table with as little noise as possible. It’s deafeningly quiet.

He moves a hand softly- just to pull on the scarf he’s got wrapped around his neck so tightly. He’s still staring down at the table- smile not yet back on his face. He twirls the pen. It’s green. Writes green. He thinks it has a lot of character, which has made him use it a lot more recently. He thinks it adds to the voice he tries to create on the paper. He’s worked hard to perfect that, after all. He wants everyone to see that his handwriting, the colors, the phrasing, everything... That’s his ‘voice’. That’s how he wants to sound and how he wants to be heard. It’s carefully chosen for him. It’s a part of him.

But his voice looks wrong as he starts to write a response. The smile is creeping back onto his face- but it looks awkward with his nervous eyes. Most people don’t smile so often when they are afraid, but to Gohn it’s only normal. He finishes the first sentence and already he hates it. He hates the way it looks- lines shaking along with his hands, but... He has no choice. He clenches his fist in his lap- other hand holding the pen with white knuckles. He looks up weakly- smiling still. His eyes meet the other fae’s and he tries his hardest to smile just a bit more.

This guy is... a light. He’s a light that Gohn met through some luck- much like he’s met many other fae. Gohn is... comfortable with him because of this. Comfortable with having met a fae- or maybe just comfortable because he is a fae. Gohn considers them friends, but he’s never considered this possibility before. That he, just by being this way, could make Tae... Uncomfortable. He looks down again to finish what he was writing- trying to control the different strokes a bit better. 

Once he’s done he slides it across the table with a turn. He hopes Tae can read it, even if it isn’t as neat as his usual writing. He sets the pen on the table and moves his hand into his lap to join the other. His smile remains nervous- his hands are gripping each other far too tightly. The book reads simply:

“I’m sorry... It’s because I can’t talk, isn’t it?”

[obsxgohn-blog]

"It's a problem, I get it."

Deep Sentence Starters: Still Accepting!

Gohn glances at the toaster- burnt to a crisp as he holds the fire extinguisher tight. To his knowledge, toasters are not meant to be this hot, nor are they meant to set small areas of anything on fire (except perhaps bread. He’s positive that they do, in fact, light bread on fire for a millisecond or something). He furrows his brows for a moment- giving a sympathetic smile to the older fae. It’s not like either of them are any good with technology, but so far Gohn hasn’t really said much to Gyu about this issue. It’s not something either of them can help, after all. Fae are just... bad at this stuff. He’s pretty sure he heard a human say that once, and he can’t help but believe it.

He shakes his head a little before setting the fire extinguisher on the ground. If nothing else, he’s glad that he managed to find the thing and operate it- even if it did blast him back a good bit at first. He pats Gyu on the back lightly- still trying to be worth some sort of comfort. The fire didn’t get out of control at least. It didn’t destroy much outside of the toaster and maybe a bit of the cabinet... Hopefully that’s an easy enough fix! He moves to Gyu’s line of sight- head tilting to the side as he signs a bit quickly. He just wants to cheer the older fae up. A few words of encouragement should be worth something after all!

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s just a fae thing... Maybe next time we can find a better way to toast bread?”

[obsxgohn-blog]

"Why are you always so happy?"

Deep Starters Meme: Still accepting!

His smile almost breaks. His eyes reflect the way he feels, if only for a second- eyebrows furrowing slightly as he grips the fabric of his pants. The smile stays in place, though. His eyes go back to their crescent shape and he gives a soundless laugh- shoulders shaking a bit with the action. It’s natural for him to pull his hand to cover his mouth just a bit. He shrugs his shoulders before opening his notebook to scribble an answer in his lap. He’s got no reason to fake like he can’t respond. He can give her an answer, as much as part of him says he shouldn’t. He could lie, but what’s the point? Eunae is clearly a good person. He hasn’t forgotten the mints.

“I’m not.”

It’s written clearly and large- spanning a great deal of the page along with an underline. He only takes the book back after giving her just a moment to read it. He knows better than to just leave it at that. There’s hardly an explanation in there, but he can give what he has. He can easily explain the smile, the soft eyes and the cheerful demeanor. He knows why he is what he is. So he writes it down- tries to summarize. She probably doesn’t want to read too much, after all.

“I just smile all of the time. It’s natural for me. Maybe it’s just how I’m hardwired? Either way, it’s a part of what makes me who I am, so I don’t mind it. But I’m not always happy. I’m just always smiling.”

[obsxgohn-blog]

"You never talk about it. Why?"

Deep Starters Meme: Still accepting!

His immediate reaction is to try and make a joke out of it. Maybe it’s a way to cope- to avoid the situation all together, but in actuality he doesn’t think that deeply about it. He just wants to avoid possibly dealing with what anyone will say about it. What they could say about him, about Wolf... Anyone. He tilts his head to the side- smile in place and eyes little crescents. What can he really say? The answer is obvious, and so he writes it down in clear letters.

“Because I can’t talk, silly!”

He swings his feet like a kid who thinks he’s done something funny. He doesn’t expect that Jeongguk will be the type to take the joke well, but that doesn’t keep him from making it. He’d rather talk about this than why he actually can’t talk in the first place. Even if he did talk about it, he wouldn’t tell the whole story. It’s always little summaries. ‘Someone made a friend hurt me.’ ‘My friend had no choice and so he took away my ability to speak.’ He never gives a full explanation. If he did, he might start crying. That little smile might crack and then he’d be stuck in some sort of rut. He’d go back to feeling like he was caged as opposed to completely free. He’s the wind now- free to go with the flow. He doesn’t need to dwell on his losses. He can make jokes about it, so it’s not like it hurts anymore...

Except... When it does. When he dreams about it and wakes up unable to scream- clawing at his own throat from the fear that there’s no sound coming out. When he listens to music- just to recharge- and he finds tears welling up as he wishes so deeply that he could just sing along. When his mind wanders to the darker places and he remembers what it was like when he got so completely angry... When he finally ended everything moments too late.

He shakes his head for a moment- smile not faltering even as he finds himself zoning out. He looks back to Jeongguk with a slight grin- only flashing his teeth for a moment. He’s done with the joke, so he doesn’t mind just... Smiling in response. He can deal with this. It’s fine.