#● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜 ● ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴇʀᴀ

[ichoriism]

“i wasn’t flirting, i was being friendly.” (from Jinkyong to Sera <3)

it wasn't like Sera to be jealous but there was no explanation for what she was feeling as she watched Jinkyoung speak with that guy who was so adept at making Sera roll her eyes. The club's loud music did nothing to distract her from seeing how that man moved to put an arm around her. That glass in her hand was so close to breaking.

Sera scofs. ❝ Friendly? With a guy who was practically devouring you with his eyes alone? ❞ she accuses, eyes blazing.

The witch is not one to be transparent; never one to lose dignity and face over something as trivial as a man —of all things, not knowing his place.

Yet Jinkyoung tests her.

Sera downs her cocktail in one go. eyelids flutter closed for a few moments as the sweet citrusy of her drink burns down her throat. ❝ so why did you let him touch you? was it worth it? ❞

Business—that's what she is supposed to be doing here. Zero hopes of looking for something else. That's not them anymore, hasn't been for a while even when everything inside her demands that Jinkyoung is plastered to her side where she belonged. They are exes, aren't they? And the only reason why Jinkyoung is helping Sera not die is because she doesn't want that on her conscience—or that's what she said once.

Not that Sera deserves any of her goodwill, but that's a problem for another day. ❝ because all that did have a motive, right? It's not like you— ❞ distaste curls her lip upward. ❝ it's not like you like men, do you? ❞

[ichoriism]

OPEN TO: FEMALES MUSE: Sera Choi ( 30 y.o. - tw: Infidelity -up to you if your muse was the one who did it )

   the first time sera’s eyes met hers, a spark was ignited. it was subtle in the beginning, lust was the strongest force that tied them together but this tiny speck of something hadn’t escaped her.  that tilt in her lips when she smiled, that glint shining in the dips and corners, a charisma and slivers of mischief that messed with Sera’s brain until she fell, no brakes to grab. Sera should have known then that neither of them would get out of this unscathed —her business of denying the truth if it’s inconvenient was her wrongdoing. Now, guilt was a caustic voice,  powerful and endless looming over the edges of a frayed relationship. There were shards scattered around, each crushed by the weight of every memory in which every ‘yes’ almost held a meaning. Intentions never amounted to anything, did they? So why was she still holding on? ❛ How was your day? ❜ 

[ichoriism]

   Sera freezes as she stares at the woman before her. The witch is no stranger to awkward reunions, but normally, those are dealt with a flick of her wrist, an incantation, and a lot of screaming afterward. That cannot be applied to what’s happening here. How could she do anything else when Jinkyong is right there, a few meters away? Flashes of a past keep interrupting her train of thought and so she narrows her eyes, arms crossed against her chest as her head cants to the side.

   ❛ Last time we saw each other, I recall you said —quite loudly mind you, that you never wanted to see me again. ❜ An arrogant smile twitches in her lips before it stretches out. Eyes glimmer with interest but she doesn’t take a step back nor makes any attempt to chase her away. How could she? For all their fights and the messes they made of each other, her memories of Jinkyong may be stained but not forgotten. ❛ What do you want? Is someone dying, perhaps? ❜  

feat. JINKYONG ( @notfrsale​ )

[ichoriism]

@honorxlies​​ inspired: phobos/sera 

   ❛ Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time. ❜ 

   a smile stretches across the witch’s red lips. she has lived a good life but she lacks the longevity and experience the one the deity before her has gathered under her belt. it’s always motivating to see her though, the lust for blood and war bright as ever in dark hues. sera gains more confidence about the future when they cross paths. she has told phobos this before too, she’s sera’s good omen.

   ❛ normally, i like you try to be all business but i was hoping you would choose fun first today, ❜ a smart tongue peeks out lightly as she looks up at the older woman, one dainty finger hovering over the line of her shoulders without touching her. she knows there are limits and while it’s nice to fantasize about a dangerous phobos in the game of pleasure, sera still has her ambitions to reach and places to be —both do. 

   she tilts her head, the wicked smile somewhat softening into a delighted expression. the invitation for trouble remains, though. ❛ what is it this time? ❜ she asks, offering up a bowl with queen strawberries in it. true to their price, they shine in the expensive piece of glassware like pure rubies topped with vibrant green leaves. ❛ do you need me to mingle with the peasants again? is demos alright? did hades get his panties in a twist again? ❜   

[ichoriism]

I broke that spellᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 ● ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓎 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓅 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 ● ᴀʜɴ ʜᴀᴇɪʟ

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓎 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 ← ● - starters

● → 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓇 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴇɪ

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜 ● ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴇʀᴀ

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓎 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓂 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒾 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉-𝒾𝒻𝓈 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 ● sᴇᴏ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - starters

● → 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● sʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴀʜ

● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 ← ● - replies

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● → 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ● sʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀʜ

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ← ● - starters

● → 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 ← ● - self-para

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 ● ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪɴ

● → 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 ● ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴋʏᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

● → 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 ← ● - imaginery

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● → 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 ← ● - imaginery

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● ʟᴇᴇ ᴛᴀᴇɪʟ

● → 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 ← ● - replies

● → 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ← ● - imaginery

● → 𝒿𝑒𝑜𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓎 ← ● - starters

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ● ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴs

● → 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 ← ● replies

● → 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓈 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 ● ᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀ

● → 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● replies

● →  ℐ 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ● ʟᴇᴏ́ɴ ᴀʀᴀɴɢᴏ

● → 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 ← ● replies

● → 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 ● ᴋʀɪsʜᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴇʟ

● → 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 ← ● inspo

● → 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● replies

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ● ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴇᴇ

● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈, 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊? ← ● inspo

● → 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 ● ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴏʟʜᴀɴ

● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈, 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊? ← ● inspo

● → 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 ← ●

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 ● ᴍɪʟᴀɴ ᴅᴜᴘᴏɴᴛ

● → 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 ← ● - replies

● → 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ← ● inspo

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● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 ● ᴛᴀɴɢsᴀᴋʏᴜᴇɴ ɴᴀᴛᴀᴄʜᴀɪ

● → 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂? ← ● - replies

● → ℐ 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 ← ● - inspo

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→ 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 ● sᴀᴇɴɢᴋᴀᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴏɴᴜᴇᴀ

● → 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 ← ● - replies

● → ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 ← ●

AUS | 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 ↬

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[ichoriism]

@honorxlies​  prompted: ♡ mirana + sera 

Who is the most affectionate? I think it depends on the circumstance. Sera can be affectionate when you least expect it and Mirana would probably awaken in her a sense of protection, but that affection can be aggressive from the perspective that Sera could tend to be condescending through it.

Who initiates the handholding? Sera, probably, because she’s a shameless witch who goes for what she wants when she wants it and gives no cares about anything.

Who worries more for the other? I think it could be Mirana after she discovers/realizes that the path Sera is walking is a dangerous one that can/will destroy her. Then again, Sera is probably worried that Mirana is fighting for a lost cause for something she doesn’t deem worthy enough of Mirana’s attention.

Who is more likely to ask for help? Mirana would, Sera is too proud to ask for help right away ^^;

Who is the one always losing the keys? Maybe Mirana. Sera is so possessive and paranoid, she is extra careful of not leaving her traces behind.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I think this could be alternated. Sometimes, Sera leaves messages that are little warnings or things for Mirana to think about, and Mirana’s are sweet and encouraging.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Sera doesn’t really sleeps that often, she’s more like a wild cat, napping in the mornings/midday and being nocturnal mostly xD but once she gets used to Mirana, will settle into a routine less wild and will certainly need Mirana beside her often to maintain it so ^^;

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Sera doesn’t believe in marriage, but won't say no to hand-fasting vows with a sacrifice maybe? xD it’d be a thing blurted one evening, like you think I am not serious about this? Let’s bond, the moon will be a full one tonight, let’s do it and you won’t ever look back. DÑOERHGIEHRG run for your life, Mirana, she’s a bad witch~

Who introduced the other to their family first? Sera has no blood family remaining but will probably introduce Mirana not as her lover but as an ally to her coven first. 

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Sera. She likes pretty things and Mirana’s hair is one of her favorite things about her.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? I think they alternate this one. When Sera is too obsessed with her studies and practices, she can forget these things. When Mirana is distracted and worried, Sera will be doting.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? I think Sera would win this one because she's the kind of villain who would sacrifice others for you so! Threat Mirana and your head is bye in a second.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? I think Mirana could win this one. As passionate Sera can be, she forgets the little things like surprises –in good ways–.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? I think if Sera does it, it'd be a bit condescending too. *yikes*.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Sera. At the end of the day, her heart may be filled with hatred but she does still know how to care and Mirana may just become the focus of her attention.

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♡ toothiana + jin

Who is the most affectionate? Jin. This man is sunshine on legs! And he has no issues letting you know he cares for you in physical, small, grand, and service ways! 

Who initiates the handholding? Jin too. He would like giving some security to Toothiana so I think handholding would be one of his favorite ways to provide that to her :)

Who worries more for the other? Jin can be pretty oblivious and often clumsy but if Toothiana seems anxious, he will notice. It’s like unobservant in his own yard but appreciative of others’ gardens oerhgiñoerhiog

Who is more likely to ask for help? Jin would! Because he values Toothiana's insight and experience so zero qualms about this c:

Who is the one always losing the keys? Jin— total messy guy with the “small things” *face palm*

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I think Toothiana could get this one. Jin is more upfront so he says everything in person even when it’s cheesy xD 

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Jin can fall asleep easily specially in busy seasons but after getting some sleep, if he doesn’t feel Toothiana is close, you bet he’s going to wake up to look for her.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Jin. He’d take the ‘be a gentleman‘ to heart for this and would organizer something utterly romantic and things may go wrong *they will go wrong lol* but he’s going to try regardless!

Who introduced the other to their family first? I’m not sure how gods work for Toothiana but Jin’s brothers are meddlesome gossipers so the moment it shows Jin is in love, they are going to know all the details! Cue in to a family dinner with more things going wrong xD

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? I think Toothiana would revel more in such a simple thing but both would like to do it c:

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Jin. Gods may not need these things but they must need something, right? So Jin does his best and that includes fresh goods every day!

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? I think Toothiana would be the one but Jin is close behind. They just go about it on different ways because different worlds/views.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Jin will try his damn hardest no matter the amount of failures xD

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Jin does! It’s an innocent thing to do and I can picture him doing this c:

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Toothiana because this human catches colds easily uwu

[ichoriism]

– the first time sera’s eyes met jia’s, a spark had been ignited. the feeling had been subtle, almost an invisible seed she had decided to explore the more . that tilt in jia’s lips as she smiled, that wicked glint shining in the dips and corners, she was the charismatic woman up to mischief that caught sera’s attention in no time, no brakes in the start. she should have known from then on that none of them would get out of this unscathed —but sera had a business of denying the truth if it’s inconvenient, that’s her major flaw.

   guilt was a caustic voice. powerful and endless when jia smiled at her, heart on her sleeve. that sadness shadowing the younger’s edges was nothing more than the result of sera crushing her heart into a thousand shards. every time sera made love to the younger woman and every time jia asked her to be hers in return, the witch had almost meant every ' yes ’ . but nothing ever stayed the same and intentions never amounted to anything at the end of the day.

   sera met her five months ago, two years after jia. while jia and she had worked to find a middle ground between their activities and their interests, things had been so easy with the other woman since day one. all her life, sera thought she was better than the cowards who cheated and kept quiet arguing they didn’t have the heart to hurt the one they promised to honor… it turned out she was not different. she hadn’t promised exclusivity but she had still reached out to take the heart jia had offered up to her. she wouldn’t have said a word of her transgressions if it hadn’t been because jia was the one to find out by accident.

   sera apologized but it had held little meaning. she said she was better than men and yet she had acted like one of them. a month passed by and here they were, another awkward silence stretching between them as they pretended to watch the movie playing on the screen. ❛ so… how was your day? ❜ she glanced in the younger’s way, bracing herself to see uneasiness spreading on features where it shouldn’t have any place.  

ft. JIA ( @hclfmoon​​ )

[ichoriism]

– sera looks at the art decorating the tattooist’s walls. both arms are folded against her chest as little steps carry her from one side of the reception to the other one. there are all sorts of colors and lines intertwining to give shape to people’s wishes and imagination. the texture of every stroke is confident, light even. she muses getting a tattoo to celebrate her victory may be in order after her business here is settled.

   she turns around when she hears a door opening. caramel hues follow a young woman emerging from the studio’s door with some other unknown face. sera has a welcoming, patient smile ready on her features as she waits for them to be alone. outside, the first spring rain is already falling over the city even when the clouds don’t seem to be all too grey and heavy. ❛ hi, ❜ she greets, head tilting slightly as she takes in the other’s presence. sera has been here for over half an hour and nothing inside these walls smells of witchcraft. what her informant had told her is real, the one before her eyes is not associated with the magic of witches or demons. 

   the smile she sports turns sharper, the edges of her teeth bared as she steps forward. ❛ i heard you are an amazing artist, ❜ she starts, gaze fixed on the woman’s face. ❛ and the one with the keys to help me get rid of this headache i’ve had for a while. ❜ the witch takes one last step forward as lightning strikes outside. ❛ would you be interested in lending your services for a good cause and reward? ❜

 feat. Gabby | ( @itsacriime​​ )

[ichoriism]

@ofeden​​ sparked: ❝ stop letting it get to you. ❞ qiaolian @ sera !

   — portugal had been their point of reunion. they had been blue and red fire. qiaolian, with her hot temper and her ambition was almost like a reflection of sera of the time she was younger and family and tradition had tried to break her spine until she fit in the box of submission. the younger woman had faced an exile as unfair as sera’s but she carried herself with pride and that was enough for sera to take her under her wing and make her a part of her plans for their kind.

   still, there were times when the past caught up with her and not even qiaolian could do anything about it. sera watched the replay of events in the cloud of blue smoke levitating in the solarium. the elder witch’s nails were digging into her hands, her jaw set and teeth grinding together as brown hues remained fixed on the scene. the witches she had given enough consideration to let them live rather than killing them when she could were reunited with no other than the men that kept them subjugated to the old ways. 

   ❛ every time i tell myself they can be better, they just turn around and make bigger fools of themselves, ❜ sera narrowed her eyes. ❛ do you know why they are letting me see this? ❜ the witch snorted. ❛ this is their way of saying no matter what i plan, no matter where i go to, they will always hold this power over them and nothing i do will change that. ❜

   sera resented her coven, resented the witches that let tradition weigh more than earned respect. the scars on her back would never be erased because they were a reminder of their foolishness. if sera was ever stubborn enough again to let faith cloud her judgement, these scars would always bring her back to reality. it didn’t feel good though, to know she had to end her kind before rebuilding it from scratch.

   the witch flopped down on the comfy linen love seat, lips pressed into a tight line for a second. sera waved her hand around and the blue cloud swirled around until it became a handful of bright dust scattering around the place. she sighed as she propped her cheek onto her open palm, elbow placed on the armrest. ❛ why are you here? ❜ she asked with a sigh, eyes turning kinder as she regarded the one she considered the closest to a protégée. ❛ do you carry any good news of your own studies perhaps? ❜

[ichoriism]

@temporalobjects​​ inspired: “🎐 : our muses slow dance together . [serikoooooooooooooooooooooooo”

— under this light, eriko’s expression looks softer, less drawn. sera hides too much from eriko — her intentions to open hell’s gates on earth, the hatred that has run through her bloodstream for 20 years, the sense of possessiveness and lust that licks at her senses when the maiden’s eyes shine at sera’s unique display of witchcraft. sera is the witch with a heart of stone —according to many. yet when eriko’s gaze falls on her something awakens.      sera is not one to dwell in the impossibility of romance. she doesn’t entertain fantasies of love and eternity. she knows she will burn, one day, but she is set on making everybody else who deserve it to burn before her. sometimes, though, when loneliness creeps upon her in the dark and the mind conjures memories she keeps of funny times and eriko with her eyes wide open and almost glittering with emotion, there is this what-if playing tricks on reason. they don’t last long and these moments are few and far between. they make a point though and sera resents them for it.

   ❛ what are you doing? ❜ eriko asks, head tilting in that curious manner she does when sera is far stranger than usual and the maiden just can’t figure her out. sera snatches the book from eriko’s hands and tosses it away without even looking to where it lands.❛ that— ❜

   sera presses a slender finger against thin, pink lips. the digit slides, tender, across the expanse of skin and fabric on its way to find eriko’s hand. sera weaves their fingers together and tugs at them until eriko humors her and stands up, puzzled at the elder’s actions. ❛ i like this song, ❜ is all sera offers as a response followed by a casual shrug. the witch places eriko’s arms around her shoulders until they loop there and her arms move lower to snake around a slender waist. 

   the wood crackling in the fireplace provides warmth to the stance. shadows play with the light and they give cover and glimpses to the sweetness a witch like her should not indulge in. but sera has a horrible tendency to get into the things she ought to stay away from. ❛ just follow my rhythm, ❜ sera indicates and they only sway to the softness of the melody. 

   eriko is stiff in her arms and it should be awkward, but the witch is so used to finding the younger adorable she doesn’t mind. without intention, eriko reaches out in the void and long, delicate fingers wrap around the piece of machinery that is not supposed to exist. without intention, eriko’s hand is getting vice-tight around the piece of stone that ought to be nothing but an ornament after all these years. they ease into the rhythm as seconds pass and sera is intent on blocking the what-ifs that want to warm the soul she has sold to the devil. she nearly succeeds. 

   sera rests her chin on eriko’s shoulder. a small bittersweet smile touches her lips while the notes slip nostalgia into the room. perhaps, in another life, sera is more deserving. the fact is, in this universe, sera is already who she is, a body brimming with power and a fractured, useless heart. she can’t give eriko a love that is worthy, but she can’t let her go either no matter what she may tell herself at night. ❛ i like your body, it fits well with mine, ❜ she purrs as if her heart is not experiencing the flapping of butterflies’ wings tickling her inside. ❛ let’s stay like this for a little while. ❜

   sera is the witch with a heart of stone. it doesn’t beat, it doesn’t bleed, but it can still feel and that is the curse not even she can lift. without intention, eriko reaches for her in the dark. without intention, sera has taken her hand. without intention, eriko has taken more than what sera offered. 

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​ sparked : ❣️ seoah and sera { Send ❣️ to catch my muse under a Mistletoe! }

  – sometimes, when sera allows herself a moment of candid contemplation, she sees seoah in a different light. when she is free and visiting the witch at the flower shop, she hangs in the little table next to a window. she sees the way seoah tends to the flowers and customers all the same – like love escapes from fingers and a sweet smile and it’s a natural charm. sometimes, sera wonders what it would be like to commit to someone who has kindness in her touch and dearness in her words.

   it is a temptation the older witch doesn’t entertain for long though. as soon as seoah turns her way, sera disguises the look in her eyes into a flirtatious wink followed by a blown kiss. sometimes that earns her a shy smile that is rewarding on its own. but sometimes, when seoah feels daring, there are more interesting ways in which she gets glimpses of these parts that add up to the flower she found in the middle of something about to become rotten.

   sera hasn’t told her she may destroy this coven too. that the words on the documents and promises given to the mistress are the venom of a snake corrupting them from the inside out. sometimes, sera wonders if seoah may forgive this – if her heart is as pure and golden as the flowers claim once they become fuller and prettier under her care. but she is not in the business of entertaining what-ifs that are meaningless. what is another witch’s hate when it comes in exchange of power? yet there is a part of herself that whispers what-ifs are not as insignificant as she thinks because if they were– 

   ❛ what are you doing? ❜ seoah questions, voice soft as sera pins her against the door of her apartment. distantly, sera muses if it is wrong to be such a spider, to trap seoah in a web of silk and caramel; if the younger may one day hate herself for staying because it felt good against her skin.

   ❛ there is a mistletoe, ❜ she indicates, light whiskey hues pointing up. ❛ tradition indicates i get to have your mouth. ❜ this smile that follows is sly. sera likes seoah’s warmth seeping into her chest from the closeness. she likes the lingering fragrance of roses and chrysanthemums in the younger’s hair and the way seoah looks back at her. hands that used to be swatted and distances that ought to be forced hold no place between them any longer. a voice at the back of her head says sera is supposed to take and claim, and that this, this no longer feels like she is the only one taking.

   sera gives reason no more chances to speak. she shuts it up with the end of the little distance between them. delicate fingers weave into the silken locks of dark hair and she tugs lightly. sera brushes the tip of her nose along the softness of seoah’s cheek and lets lips tickle the corner of her mouth. dark hues search for the tendrils of desire that ought to be sparked in seoah’s gaze and it’s done. sera lets eyes flutter closed and she kisses her breath away. it doesn’t matter someone may come. it doesn’t matter she feels more than simple arousal stirring inside. it doesn’t matter that she already knows the way seoah likes to be kissed and is so mindful about it. seoah kisses her back and the world is bidden farewell.

[ichoriism]

–   when they met, sera only saw long legs and a beautiful androgynous face. it had been an interesting case: an old residence, a terrified family, and the ghost of regrets polluting the corners that didn’t get enough sunlight. sera watched eriko work and lust had stirred inside, curling around her mind, tempting her to act. near the end of the case, she reached out to take what she wanted, but the action was not met by the expected reaction.

   what would be a usual mirror of her interest was instead utter confusion. sera had brushed it off and instead took a step forward, invading the younger woman’s personal space with the confidence of someone who believed to be the owner of everything that touched the dark. as sera saw the light playing in eriko’s eyes though, things changed in a way she dared not think about too often. so this dance began. 

  sera extended a hand and let long fingers play with the soft, dark strands. saw how they cascaded one after another one as she let them escape through her fingers.  something in here felt almost poetic with the silence and the comfort of each other’s company on a rainy night. but not one to dwell on the delicate sides of a scene, she turned her attention to more important matters than a haunted house and feelings. 

   ❛ when are you going to accept going on a date with me? ❜ she asked, voice casual as she continued to play with eriko’s hair. the chimney was pouring warmth into the room. the presence of innocuous entities could be felt, but she paid them no mind. ❛ you keep reading this thing but i’m not going to give up, ❜ she smiled, drawing her legs close to her chest. ❛ these spirits are not going to appear tonight. ❜

with eriko ( @temporalobjects​​ ) .

[ichoriism]

   – sera places the cute bouquet of peach roses on the counter. red lips curl into a teasing smile as she cants her head to the side. dark caramel hues appraise the slightly smaller’s woman figure. long fingers drum, soundless, over the wooden surface as she takes a light breath and hums. ❛ why do i have the feeling you are nervous? ❜ she asks, the glint of mischief too clear in the corners of her eyes. she likes this, likes coming in here, play with the pretty girl behind the counter, chase her around and maybe leave her be for a bit. all business and no pleasure is not her style after all.

   ❛ i guess they told you to expect me? ❜ she raises her eyebrows, expectant. there are papers –a contract– she is supposed to take to the coven, an update of the upcoming holidays she holds little interest in. the daylight has already kissed their city goodbye and with it, shadows and moonlight bath every alley and corner, hiding the parts of life that ought to be kept as a mystery. a delicate index finger curls under a soft chin and sera tips the younger’s face up until their gazes may meet. ❛ you are supposed to close soon, don’t you? ❜ a line of perfectly straight white pearls peeks out as her smile widens.

   it’s not unusual of her to do this. covens hold alliances and truces all the time and people talk about her, the descendant of solomon who hates men and holds little respect for tradition and anything that threatens to strangle her liberal ways. seoah right here, is the new shiny figure she wants to add to her collection: pretty round eyes paired with an innocent face and a sunny smile. sera has gotten the slightest taste of a star from her lips and the craving for more is there, at the tip of her tongue, in the pads of her fingers. she moves back, posture as confident as always as she looks at her nails with feigned interest. ❛ i found the cutest little pasta place a few blocks from here. join me for dinner? ❜  

with seoah ( @nouvelis )