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As soon as he heard what was going on ands he saw the small fairy flutter by he floated up and plucked the child from the air. Soothing the small one as he wiggled his hands and came back down to the ground. A small toy car appeared out of nowhere.
“Vroomvroom” Arthur said as he let the car fly around the fairy’s head and then handed the child the toy before handing child and toy over to the stranger who seemed to be in charge of said little one. “Hello! I believe this one belongs to you?”
Yongguk’s eyes widen as he watched the stranger float up into the sky like it was the most normal thing to do. “Well I guess that’s one way to get him down” His gaze followed him as he came back down to the ground, the sudden appearing of the toy car surprised Yongguk. He’s seen all kinds of mythical creatures but this was new for him he was very curious.
Yongguk’s smile grew turning into a true gummy smile as he took the child in his arms settling him on to his hip. “He doesn’t belong to me I just take care of him but seriously thank you! I’ve had to chase this little guy for blocks before.” With a playful glare he looked down at the kid and boooped his nose with his finger and it caused Jongwoo to giggle and hide his face in his neck. “But seriously thank you, I could use your help at the orphanage” His deep tone laugh rang into the air. He held out his hand out to the stranger. “I’m Bang Yongguk, it’s very nice to meet you.”
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❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
Now Arthur and Doyoung had only met once, unexpectedly of course. Who knew the two would end up being stuck in an elevator together. But luckily of course the two had managed to get out safely with no harm and went on with their day. Oddly enough the two had met each other one again. The cafe was packed barely any seats except the one that Doyoung had kept one occupied right beside him with his bag. His eyes met, Arthur as he noticed the man standing there and so he instantly took his bag off the seat patting the chair right beside him. "Oh! You can sit here if you like. I don't mind really. Go ahead." he offered.
"Ah we met before right? Arthur? Elevator incident?" Unexpectedly the two ended up talking, having a conversation for hours. And as Arthur went back to doing his thing, Doyoung did as well. Silently reading his book as he flipped through the pages carefully not wanting to ruin the edges of paper taking a sip of his own drink. Surprisingly not wine for once.
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"Welcome to Sueño Bubbletea & snacks, how can I help you today?" The imaginary asks the person who just walked into the shop- perhaps by accident. Perhaps on purpose, who knew.
Spencer shot the barista a smile despite the fatigue that sat heavily on his shoulders. He never understood why some people were rude or standoffish to anyone behind a counter. Because regardless of what one's mood was, the reaper knew that everyone was simply trying to get by in life.
"Hey, I hope you're having a great day so far." The words were said softly as brown eyes trail over the menu. Spencer couldn't help but bring up a fist to rub his eye, quietly hissing in pain as his lenses practically stabbed his eyeballs. He probably needed some eye drops, but getting caffeine was more important. "What drink do you have that has the most caffeine in it? Or sugar? I'm not picky really, I just need something to wake me up."
God, maybe he shouldn't have gone to that party last night. Whoever said that it was going to be "just a small and intimate get-together" definitely didn't know what those words even meant.
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Junseo took in a deep breath as he stood in front of the rows of display cases inside of the bakery, his eyes taking in every fluffy and soft pastry - senses overflowing with bliss. He loved bakeries and cafes more than anything else in the world. It was a reminder of the simple things that the world had to offer. No matter what realm - if there were sweets, you'd find him there. He held the little woven basket in his hands, already a few red bean buns inside as he started to browse the rest of the selection.
It was quite a sight really, seeing the stoic faced man in a setting like this. Only a few people who knew Junseo well would know that sweets were his weakness to almost any situation. He was one of those people who could be easily bribed if the right sweets were put on the table.
He walked around the middle display case and to the left he noticed a small fridge adorned with drinks and a few snacks. At first glance nothing seemed to catch his eye, but he then saw a lonesome small jar of pudding sitting along the side of the fridge. Junseo's brows lifted as his eyes lit up and to his dismay, a small boy was trying to reach the last cup. Junseo smirked to himself and looked down at him, their eyes meeting before both glancing at the pudding. He grabbed the last jar and the boy lit up, extending his hand out to the jar in Jun's hand.
"Hm? Oh you thought I was getting this for you?" Jun grinned knowingly and shook the jar a bit in his hand. "Oh no...this is the last one huh? Mm...shame. Maybe when you grow taller." He jeered at the boy. The child's face started off in disbelief and then slowly turned into a saddened expression, eyes starting to well with tears as he sniffled. Jun rolled his eyes and gave the boy one of the seven red bean buns he had grabbed and went up to the register, paying for all of his goods. Once everything was bagged, Jun left the bakery but not before cheekily sticking his tongue out at the boy as he walked out the door, shaking his bag of sweets in his hand before strolling out, whistling to himself.
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Send me “DOWNPOUR” for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep during a rainstorm, drenched and shaking from the cold.
Scotch in her glass, piano music drifting through the room, candles lit, all the while the storm slammed against the windows. Curled up on the Jieun stared up at the ceiling drifting enjoying a rare moment of being utterly still. The apartment felt lonely without Changmin who had returned to his village for the week but he kept in constant contact missing her almost as much as she missed him.
As the music paused between songs she sat up, ears piqued as she slid off the couch heading for the door. Pulling a sharp dagger from behind the painting by the door the angel unlocked the door cracking it to peer out into the rain.
"Oh! Oh Arthur!" The blade was discarded as she opened the door to pull the boy in. "Whatever is the matter? Hold on don't move," It didn't take long for her to run to the bathroom grabbing the biggest towels she could find. Wrapping him up she rubbed his shoulders as she pulled him towards the living room.
"Is everything okay? Why are you out so late and in this weather?Did something happen?"
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"You’re still awake?"
To say she jumped at the sound of another voice would be an understatement, and after a small laugh the angel glanced over her shoulder at the owner with a forced smile.
"Mmm yeah, I was...I was reading." There wasnt a book in sight and sighing softly she swung her legs back over the ledge of the building to face her friend. "Why are you up here? Shouldn't you be back in your room by now? Won't Mujin worry?" She was teasing, a little, but also not. It was awfully late and usually, no one was around at this hour.
"Want to come sit? You can see for miles over this ledge." Some would say perching on the edge like this was dangerous, but that didnt matter to Jieun.
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32. my muse finds yours unconcious
‘please...move...do something.’
The robotic voice emanating from her phone would have been funny if she actually knew whether or not the boy was okay, but for now it couldn’t translate the panic she felt.
He had been leaned against the side of the building, lids still and face paler than usual. She had tried to feel for anything that could be wrong but there was nothing.
Now she sat with his head in her lap and Vanimelda pressed against his side in hopes of warming him up as she gently ran her fingers over his hair. Green eyes stayed on the boys face watching for any movement.
‘If there is a light, please run from it, not to it.’
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He had given her the 7 digit code to his room - she was a kind soul and he figured she sometimes needed some time away from whatever it was that was troubling the young woman. So it wasn’t a surprise when Arthur came home from work and saw the blob of dark hair in his bed. Gently he put his bags down and walked over to check if she was okay- she seemed to be sleeping and he imagined up a large plush of a giraffe and gently pushed it into the woman’s arms.
He would he sitting next to her on the bed, reading and listening to music through his earbuds, when she would wake up. Not wanting to wake her or be alone.
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She dreamed she was dancing, in a field of flowers surrounded by small flittering fairies. Her hands were soon grasped by something quite warm and my the neck of this fellow was very long...too long. She couldnt see his face no matter how far back she strained her neck.
Bleary eyes cracked open she was realized her cheek was in fact resting against a rather long neck which she soon saw belonged to a soft giraffe.
"Oh, oh im sorry, " she half whispered, half yawned as she realized her friend was sitting beside her. "How long was I out for? I meant to come by and see how you were and invite you over to make cookies but you were away. I sat to wait and I must have fallen asleep."
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“ another nightmare? ”
She flinched despite the others voice not being overly loud in the night air. She had been sitting on a bench under one of the bright streetlamps pretending to read when in reality she was staring at absolutely nothing.
After a noncommittal shrug she glanced up staring just past the boys shoulder in what she hoped would pass for eye contact.
“Just a bit of light reading.”
Jieun had been up for hours now after a rather dark night terror. She had flown for a while, visited the targets and all but destroyed one with the intensity of her shooting and knife throwing. Then she had taken a long walk hoping it would be the final straw in tiring her out before winding up on the bench sitting in about as much light as she could find but unwilling to return to her room despite the now freezing temperatures.
“Do you usually go for walks so late?”
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