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“Very true,” Thunder mused giving Rival a solemn nod before breaking out into a slow grin. “You’re lucky you happened upon someone as gifted in the art of social interaction as myself.” He batted his eyelashes for effect before he was unable to hold in his laughter. He wasn’t sure if luck is the word the other would use considering he was just now beginning to return to his normal color and catch his breath.

The fallen glanced around them with a small frown. He had completely forgotten they had no idea where they were. “Lost is a state of mind. We’ll be fine,” he offered with a small shrug. Rival was right, of course, but it seemed like something someone wise might say. The darkness wasn’t much of a concern to the fallen, but the things that came along with it definitely were. Thunder looked to where Rival had pointed before turning to back stare at him for a second before bursting into laughter. Did he really just say that? He followed behind Rival trying to calm himself but every time he looked at Rival or the lamppost a fresh wave of laughter began to bubble up his throat. The beauty of it all was that he had no idea that Thunder was actually a bit of an authority on the light and could list off hundreds of reasons to avoid it at all costs. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “That one caught me off guard. For future reference, I would advise against going towards the light.” Of course, it was a very different light he was talking about, but the lamppost did help ease his nerves a bit.

“No,” Thunder said simply with a small shrug. “”But what if I did? How creeped out would you be?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down while shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket. “Luna,” Thunder echoed trying to remember where the dorm was. He knew it was the flat one. “Oh, I know all about Terra. That’s where I’m at,” he explained turning to squint in the distance before letting his head fall back in defeat. Despite the light contamination from the lamp, the sky was beginning to fill with stars. “Do you know how to read the stars?” He asked suddenly spinning to face Rival. “The mountains are North of campus, and the main building is pretty much as South as you can get before hitting city,” he proclaimed as if he had just discovered a cure for the common cold. “That means we have to be somewhere in between.”

The darkness had hardly even been on his radar—where had the day gone? The whole thing had felt like a handful of minutes at most, but he supposed when you spent so much time suffocating on your own mortification and laughter, time would grow wings. He did suppose that if they stayed out much longer, they wouldn’t much be able to see their own partner in conversation. There was a remarkable lack of lamps about. “Social meandering is just as worth it,” Rival replied, relaxed now that the tension had lowered. With a big sigh, more to catch all the lost breath than anything, he squinted at his surroundings.

“But remember how we both agreed we didn’t know where we were?” He peered at Thunder, snorting subtly before rubbing at his jaw because finding their way back would be about as much of a feat as it was to avoid blushing during flirtations. “If we end up getting properly lost, I think there will be issues to be had, but we’d best… beat the darkness if we want to have a chance.” The end of his statement was more a question, a suggestion, than a definite position. An awkward pause from Rival and he was pointing to a distant lamppost that had just flickered on. “Go to the light? I know they say we shouldn’t, but—” Sue him for bad jokes. Fighting a guilty grin, he moved toward it, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was allowed to be morbid. He had died, and had practically earned the right.

Subtly, almost nervously again, wrinkling his nose and rubbing his palms together, he said, “Do you even know where I live?” There had been a purpose to his wanderings, somewhat, or at least a ‘side-quest’ and it had been to orient himself to his dorms, but despite what he had said, he strongly suspected he had gotten lost after all. “Luna dorms,” he offered quickly. “I would have thought the one underground would be the Terra dorms or something.”

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Thunder’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up from the map on his phone to the empty bowling alley. Were they closed? After hearing his name, he made his way over to Heechul pulling down the scarf that was wrapped all the way up to his nose so the other would be able to understand him. “I’m not late. You were just early,” he mumbled swatting at the elbow. Okay, technically he was late but from the looks of it, he was the second one there, so whatever. “Wait, you chose this time?” he gawked. “Some people sleep you know.” He lifted his leg to give the dragon a playful kick on the butt before smiling innocently at the two approaching friends. 

“Fair warning, that is not the only butt I will be kicking tonight. Now, who’s ready to do this?” He asked giving his mitten covered hands a loud clap before rubbing them together like a mad scientist. “After you,” he gestured for everyone to walk ahead of him before sneaking up behind Yoon and tugging on the sleeve of his coat. “Scale of one to ten, how different is real bowling from Wii bowling?” He asked in a barely hushed voice. “Asking for a friend,” he clarified with a wide grin. He was confident he would win spectacularly or fail spectacularly, but either way, it would be a sight to see.

@yoongi-ia

Friday night: Bowling night! - Group para~

The smoke rings dissolved in the air for the dragon amusement as he breathed it out for once again while he was waiting for the others in front of the building. To be honest when Yoon told him first his idea about going out together he didn’t understand the reasons behind it but for then the sunspirit’s enthusiasm also infected him too. 

He rarely saw Thunder interacting with others to not to speak about Yoon and Rival so it was obvious that the night, or better evening, what was ahead of them filled the dragon with curiosity and excitement. 

“Here!” He waved as he finally noticed Thunder’s well covered figure, nudging his ribs when he reached him. “You’re late. I clearly wrote in that text 4 am, the girls inside thought that I was kidding when I rented the bowling hall. Hey!” He interrupted himself when the other two also dropped in signing them where the entrance was. 

@thunder-ia @yoongi-ia @rivaldinovondila-ia

[thunder-ia]

Thunder’s brows furrowed as he read the text. Did he make him feel like he was doing him favors? [Heechul] I don’t know what you’re talking about…I’m way too selfish to do any favors, but If that’s what you really want... [Heechul] ............Did you just casually invite me to China? The fallen stared at the phone blankly trying to gather his thoughts. He definitely hadn’t been expecting that, but there technically wasn’t any reason he couldn’t go. [Heechul] When? [Heechul] Also I think every day should be fallen angel appreciation day, but if I have to pick just one maybe sometime in the spring…

[Fridge]: Just sayin' Jan 16th is the official worldwide worship a dragon day [Fridge]: I look forward of you worshiping me d:

[Heechul] …..I am like 99.9% sure you made that up. [Heechul] Also I gave up the whole worshipping thing a while ago, sorry  \_(ツ)_/¯[Heechul] but not actually sorry at all. 

[thunder-ia]

Thunder let out a surprised hum as he clicked the link. So, Heechul was right, but it wasn’t as if Thunder would ever tell him that. He grumbled to himself knowing he would have to get him a gift either way. How many freaking holidays did this universe need?

[Heechul] So, what do you want? Can I appreciate you with like a note or a store bought card? Do they even make cards for this sort of thing?  [Heechul] .....There is no fallen angel appreciation day. I mean, I’m not surprised, but that doesn’t make me any less grumpy. 

[Fridge]: Just sayin' Jan 16th is the official worldwide worship a dragon day [Fridge]: I look forward of you worshiping me d:

[Heechul] …..I am like 99.9% sure you made that up. [Heechul] Also I gave up the whole worshipping thing a while ago, sorry  \_(ツ)_/¯[Heechul] but not actually sorry at all. 

[thunder-ia]

Thunder groaned when he heard the notification go off. The vibration against his coffee table was louder than any ringtone, what was the point of it? He glanced between the cheesy emergency room drama he had gotten sucked into approximately five episodes ago and the cell phone without moving an inch.

Thankfully, he had long arms otherwise that text would have had to go unanswered because there was no way he was moving from his place on the couch. It was technically made to sit three adult humans if they sat perfectly upright and made a conscious effort to keep their elbows to themselves, but it was perfectly suited for one fallen angel to sprawl his body across if he didn’t mind part of his legs dangling over the edge, which he didn’t.

All traces of his former laziness and any thoughts of the man with his finger stuck in the bullet making machine on television were quickly forgotten when he saw who the message was from.

[Rival] Don’t worry about it, you’re unlimited.

He ignored the question in his typical fashion.

[Rival] How was your Christmas?

Admittedly not his favorite topic, but if it got Rival talking to him, he was more than willing to discuss anything from tinsel to Santa’s beard.

Santa Cat

Thunder let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl as reached for his pocket for what had to be the thousandth time that day to text Rival to ask what he wanted for Christmas only to remember that he didn’t have a phone. He had been in every store in the mall at least twice at this point and was no closer to finding the perfect gift. Everything just seemed so generic and unthoughtful after he had opened the gift from Rival, and he wanted to get him something he’s use and hopefully enjoy as much as Thunder had enjoyed his scarf and Gobbolino.

He admired his handiwork once he finished securing the bright blue ribbon around the plain white box. A quick note reading “If I accidentally tried to text you one more time I was going to lose my mind. Merry Christmas, Thunder” was slid under the ribbon, and the package was promptly delivered to his doorstep. Inside was the cell phone that Thunder wanted the other to have all day (and most other days if he was honest) complete with the fallen’s phone number and a single app containing a white kitten with gray stripes named Thunder.

Legs crossed at the base of his bed, he swiped his thumb across the screen, tapping into the app for the sixteenth time and honestly subtly mourning the fact that Thunder wasn’t the only cat on there anymore. He daren’t change the names of the others, though he hadn’t many.

Truthfully, he had opened the gift on Christmas and hadn’t quite sent the text he had written out. How long had it been? A couple of days at least. Running his nails against the edges of his bottom teeth and exhaling heavily, he tapped into the texting app. His thumb hovered over the send button, absolutely positive that he wouldn’t yet hit it. But as fate would have it, the text wouldn’t be waiting any more hours or days given that a door was slammed in the Luna hallways and his muscles stuttered in a startle.

“No—” he murmured, quietly, and fell back on his sheets with a groan.

[Text: Thunder] Who’s phone plan am I on?  

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[thunder-ia]

Thunder did his best to hide a grimace as notice the evidence of tears still on the boys face when he raised his head to look at him. Of course, it had to be tears. It was unfair to say he was out of practice with hands-on comforting because he had technically never been in practice.

The fallen begrudgingly pulled his hands from the warmth of his pockets to pat the pockets of his jeans in hopes of finding something to mop up the boys tears with, but he had nothing except for some lint and pocket change. He stood still as a statue as the hand slowly reached out to entwine itself with his own without the boy even turning to look at him. An odd sense of panic began to fill him when he couldn’t figure out what the boy had in mind, but when glassy eyes finally met his own, the feeling quickly vanished.

“Oh,” he said dumbly. For one of the few times in his life, the fallen felt awkward and unsure what to say. Hesitantly, he lowered himself to sit beside the boy careful to not break their hold. He sat beside him in silence for a few minutes watching what he could see of the fireworks. Normally, he was content just to sit beside someone and let his presence serve as comfort, but normally, it wasn’t crying strangers he just happened upon. “I like the blue ones best,” he announced, using his free hand to point towards the light show. His body had begun to function on auto-pilot as he ran his thumb in soothing circles on the back of the boys hand.

{ happy new year ; open }

futile, hapless, and ridiculous;

it was so unnatural for the cupid to be this sullen especially when people knew that he was a kind of person who has an ever cheerful in his disposition and positive outlook in life, but then the season just made him very morose. As he nibbled on the soft treats that he got for free, droplets of tears kept on gushing on his cheeks.

few minutes had passed and the cupid was still sulking. there were already flashes of vibrant colors in the sky yet he was still gray, but then someone with a good heart took pity on him and decided to talk to him. The cupid’s head rose up from his folded knees yet he did not bothered to look at the tall figure beside him. his chest started to clench and his slender fingers slowly approached the other’s wanting to hold the hand.

latching his slender digits on the tender hand of the other, the cupid looked at him with his orbs glistening with tears as it seemed to be telling something towards the other male. No words slipped out of his mouth but instead Chanshik just held the hand of the other, hoping that he would not remove his hand from him.

[thunder-ia]

The colorful string of curses that fell from the fallen’s lips would no doubt outshine whatever lights they forced him to put on the trees. He was no stranger to detention, but this was cruel and unusual punishment, surely this was illegal. He was torn between taking as long as physically possible to locate the student he had been assigned to help and sprinting towards him because the sooner they finished the sooner Thunder could go to bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

Mumbling and what sounded unfortunately like a box of lights crunching the snow made its way to his ears. Oh, joy, he found him. Making his way towards the noise, Thunder was pleasantly surprised not to find an overly excited over-achiever but an elf who seemed to be just as displeased with the current situation as he was. “You can say that again,” Thunder agreed while watching the other slowly begin to wrap the lights around the top of the tree.

“I’m Thunder. You must be my warden for the evening.” The fallen frowned as his breath became visible in the cold night air. Ah, yes, let’s just rub that salt in the wound; this night really couldn’t get any better. He dug into his coat pockets to pull out the slip of paper they had given him in the usual detention room. “I don’t suppose you want to just sign this saying I served my time and send me on my merry way?” He asked hopefully.

Come on Christmas spirit don’t fail him now.

IA EVENT: Christmas Catastrophe || Joong and Thunder

“What do you mean assigned?” the night elf sputtered as he just received notice that he would be the one to decorate all the Christmas trees. ALL. OF. THEM. Did they not see that he was not the greatest at…anything festive? His wardrobe consisted of black, black, black, white, black, black, and charcoal. His room? Boring and plain and…the little decorations he had were from the human girl.

The human girl….

That’s it. He was blaming her. Blaming her for why they would think assigning him Christmas tree duty was a good idea. He could burn them down! Or…or…maybe this was a test. A test to see if he would burn them down or not…a reason to kick him out! No..no…they weren’t that stupid…or brilliant.

Gah! Now he was conflicted. To burn down the trees or not. He stopped listening to the jabber jabber wonky talk, too busy muttering to himself about how this was all a conspiracy to even argue the box of light shoved into his arms.

He made his way outside, a grumbly hot headed mess. No, seriously. Steam was coming from his ears. Literally. Sort of. Slightly. Enough. He dropped the box in the snow, watching as the cardboard soaked up the wetness. “Maybe the lights won’t work…but somehow I might be blamed for that…I can’t win!”

Taking the first strand, cord, whatever you call it - he started with the first tree, long grey and nimble fingers reaching the top of the tree and slowly wrapping it around. “This is so stupid.”

@thunder-ia

[thunder-ia]

Thunder got the distinct feeling he had somehow pissed off the uninvited guest, but he had no idea how he had managed it. “It actually concerns me quite a bit,” he hummed checking under his nails to make sure there were no traces of blood beneath them. He turned his attention back to the male with a smile that didn’t even come close to reaching his eyes. “So, I’m going to ask one more time. Who are you?” He slowly enunciated the question with a vaguely condescending tilt of his head. He knew he was long past bringing this introduction back with his usual nice guy routine, so he just let himself behave naturally for once.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thunder noticed how far from the body the pool of blood had begun to spread. “Gross,” he mumbled glancing around the room for something to stop it or at the very least cover it up. “Can you believe how much blood humans have inside of them?” He gawked. The fallen edged around the pool on the floor towards the bed in the corner of the room. “Do you think the duvet or the sheet will be better to stop it from spreading?” He asked mostly to himself, but he would consider the others input if he had any. After a moment of contemplation, he opted for the duvet. More fluff meant more suck, right?

“You said you were here to do your job,” he began, flicking the blanket through the air a few times to get it smoothed out from where it had been bunched at the foot of her bed. “What exactly is your job?” He asked curiously. Because if it was causing the fallen a minor heart attack before filling the room with a whole slew of unexplained hostile energy then he deserved a pay raise. Thunder flicked the blanket into the air one last time before letting it gently float down to rest over the body. Spots of the light lavender quickly turned to a deep burgundy as it soaked up the liquid below. Thunder mentally praised himself for making the right choice in corpse cover on such short notice.

He crouched down beside the body to gently slide her petite hand under the cover from where it stuck out. He was always bad at getting the blankets perfectly on his bed the first try, so he didn’t know why he thought this would be any different. “They’re so fragile,” he mused wiping the new red smudges on his fingers off onto a dry section of the blanket. “She asked me to do it,” he explained. He knew the other didn’t care, but something about his presence made Thunder antsy, and when he got worked up, he talked. “She asked if I was an angel, and I said yes.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t quite the truth either. “She’s a Catholic…well, she was. They’re super into angels and super against taking your own life. So, she asked for help.” He finally stood before brushing invisible dirt off his pants. “Old habits die hard, and I’ve always been too merciful for my own good,” he chuckled moving towards the kitchen table towards her purse. He wasn’t sure mercy was the right word for what he had just done, but she got to go with the peace of mind that her family would believe her death was a tragic murder, and her soul was somewhat saved. He pulled he phone out of the bag and held it up in the air before letting it fall to the ground with a crack. What self-respecting thief wouldn’t take a brand new cell phone? Speaking of thieves…

“Hey, do you want any of this stuff?” He asked vaguely gesturing around the apartment. “She thought a robbery gone wrong would make the most sense. Her TV is way too nice for this neighborhood,” he explained. “And I already have one, but even if I didn’t, I have a very strict ‘no dead girl stuff’ policy for my dorm.” The last thing he needed was a ghost.

Just Like Any Other [Jinki & Thunder]

For a little change, Jinki sitting on his couch in his apartment instead of wandering the magical grounds within the village. He usually preferred not to be at his apartment unless he really has to. It was as if his body knew the bedroom was just a couple of steps away and decided to refuse to do any proper functions unless it is given a good sleep. Problem was, that was completely the contrary of what he would get so he preferred to avoid coming when he had way too much free time. Which was something he didn’t have much at the moment. The young reaper had taken a little break from his reaping to nurture his body with a strongly brewed coffee, just how he likes it. His body was heavy with tiredness and the night was just beginning.

After he had enjoyed his cup of coffee– or two– Jinki put on his coat and left to pick up his next charge. It was a dark night and there were a few gray clouds overhead, clear indication that it would be raining soon. The night had a bit of melancholic feel to it, Jinki noticed dully as he held his invisibility power active. The reaper looked up towards the home of his next charge and knew that it was about to begin. Jinki always rather come exactly the moment when his charges were about to die– it saves him time and allows him to take in more charges a day (or night).

Jinki transported himself through dark silky smoke, entering his charge’s home through the cracks of the wooden door. Even though his mode of transportation never went invisible, like the rest of himself, it didn’t really matter since he blended well with the shadows. Jinki rematerialized in the entrance before walking up to where he saw his charge and another person– a man. “Are you sure?”, Jinki heard him ask and watched as his charge gave him reassurance of her decision. Her eyes were already puffy and red, her nose and cheeks as well. He vaguely wondered why was this girl hiring someone to kill her when she could have done all of it by herself. The concept of contracting someone to do the dirty job wasn’t a new one but, aside from murder and elaborated suicides, he didn’t understand the reason or logic to contract a killer. Anyway, it wasn’t something Jinki cared about. He would never need the assistance of anyone like that in his lifetime, he was sure. Not that he would but, if Jinki ever had the need to kill someone or himself he would do it himself. There was no need for a third party to get involved.

As Jinki crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall beside him, he saw the young man take out a hunting knife and hold it against his charge’s throat. The sight of the sharp blade made his heart skip a beat and his throat constrict on itself. Jinki felt the scar on his left temple throb and tighten his hands as they trembled. So many ways she could have asked for the man to do this, yet it had to be a knife. For a second, Jinki forgot where he was and who he was. For just a single moment, which lasted a lifetime inside his mind, Jinki was back in the late 1700s. He was back in his mother’s grasp and with a sore, brused, and bleeding body. For just a moment, he was a small, vulnerable child once more.

The sound of his charges body hitting the ground brought Jinki back from his memories. He searched the ground with his eyes, not even realizing how his breath had spiked nor how his body shook. Jinki Saw her on the floor, her body and everything nearby covered in her blood. He could see as her soul began to separate from her corpse and he tightened his fists. ‘It’s fine’, he told himself in his mind as he took a tentative step towards her, allowing her to notice his presence. She looked up at him and smiled in relief even as her tears kept falling down her cheeks. Jinki offered her a hand and didn’t wait long before she took it, sending her to wherever souls went.

The young reaper took a second or two to calm himself as much as he could. He could feel could sweat run down his forehead and his temples throb in painful beats. Jinki took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he forced himself to calm his nerves. Knowing the mam before him was no human, he was surely not new to any magical ways either. So, once he was calm enough, Jinki dropped his invisibility and stood straight as he looked down at her corpse. The neck was cleanly sliced, something she wouldn’t have been able to do on her own. Blood still ran freely from her neck but it was less than before, and Jinki could tell the first drops of blood that had left her body were now cooling and coagulating on her clothes and on the floor. Jinki looked up, once the image of her body and aftermath was engraved in his mind, and stared at the man as he scrubbed away the blood in his hands. He didn’t know he was staring and he didn’t know why he was doing it either but, all of a sudden, the man turned towards him.

“Who are you?”, the young man asked Jinki as he continued to stare at him.

Jinki’s eyes darken as he watched him reach for a towel and dry his hands. The same hands that had held the knife to her throat. The knife that made his temple throb and his mind recollect memories he should have discarded a long time ago. It made him angry, knowing that just a small action– such a small object– could bring those awful memories back to the surface.

“That does not concern you”, Jinki said once he found his voice. “I’m only here to do my job”, he looked down at her body, his eyes and face completely detached to the sight beside him. He looked back at the man, his eyes travelling for a moment where the hunting knife was before his eyes moved back towards his. “And, don’t worry”, he said as he rolled his shoulders to readjust his coat. “Whatever you’ve done, is none of my concern as well.”

[thunder-ia]

[Text: Thor] What kind of shorts do clouds wear? [Text: Thor] THUNDERWEAR!!!! [Text: Thor] Yea I know, not as funny if I can see ur reaction

For a second, Thunder had thought the word cloud had been some sort of autocorrect incident, but considering who sent the text, he should have known better. He was half way through replying asking what when the second text arrived.

[Ian] Did you get autocorr-[Ian] ......You’re dead to me. 

He would rather die than ever admit to the small laugh he let out. 

[thunder-ia]

[Fridge]: Just sayin' Jan 16th is the official worldwide worship a dragon day [Fridge]: I look forward of you worshiping me d:

[Heechul] .....I am like 99.9% sure you made that up. [Heechul] Also I gave up the whole worshipping thing a while ago, sorry  \_(ツ)_/¯[Heechul] but not actually sorry at all. 

[thunder-ia]

Thunder ignored the look the dragon sent him. “I happen to have a unique definition of the word fine,” he shrugged while trying his best to resist wincing. “The court,” Thunder repeated looking at Heechul expectantly. He couldn’t help but be suspicious as Heechul had to think over what he had meant. He had literally just mentioned it, why would he have to think about it? Thunder listened carefully not missing the slight change in the dragon’s voice when he mentioned someone more important, but he decided to let it slide for the time being. “Well, that’s a shame. You know how much I love things being all about me,” he grinned.

Thunder carefully looped his arm around Heechul’s shoulders leaned his weight onto him for what felt like the twentieth time since he got to Insolitus. This happened far too often for his liking. “My knees are just the start, all of me is great,” he defended with a click of his tongue. He allowed Heechul to guide him towards his room, but he couldn’t resist letting out a small snort. “You have a room? I would have never guessed,” he teased reaching up to playfully tug on a strand of Heechul’s hair. It seemed like he was always either getting himself into trouble around campus of hanging out in Thunders room, but the fallen didn’t mind. His room was always too quiet for his liking and Heechul always provided some much-appreciated noise. 

“Are you sure this is your room?” He chuckled as Heechul fiddled with the lock for a few moments before opening to door. “Already? I never even met him,” Thunder gave a small shrug of his shoulders remembering the pain it has caused him earlier. “What did you do to scare him off? That has to be a new record,” he snorted. He had never known anyone to go through roommates as quick as Heechul. He was surprised at how un-Heechul-y the room felt. Thunder nodded taking a seat on the couch as Heechul searched for the first-aid kit. 

“So, you’re a part of the Azure Court then? Or did you just beat him up for fun on their behalf?” He asked curiously. Imagining the dragon as a part of any organization that served to maintain peace and order seemed a bit odd considering he had a talent for mischief, but who knew what Heechul got up to when Thunder wasn’t around. “You said that if he attacked someone more important it would cause diplomatic issues, and since that someone more important isn’t me, who is it?” It was a casual question, but it was punctuated with a suspicious look.

Hierarchal slips - HeechulxThunder

“It’s your choice then.” He shrugged turning back to his friend and leaving the crowd be just like he asked him to do. Not like there were many who decided to stay after a threat like this. The dragon personally hated when strangers saw him down and vulnerable but he could understand why Thunder was used to it. Living as a fallen probably wasn’t just all fun.

“Yeah you look exactly like someone who is fine.” He said and sent a sharp doubtful look to the other male right after the other’s winced. But right after it it was his turn to sigh. He didn’t know when Thunder decided to be a this annoying smartass but he clearly didn’t like the change.

“The Court?” He looked at him wondering like he was thinking on what the other was speaking about when in reality he just tried to win a bit more time to improvise some with truths mixed lie. “Ah you mean the Azure Court. It’s in charge of keeping the peace amongst our kind. You know when they say dragons are neutral they really mean it. The oriental courts haven’t participated in any war in the last two thousand year but helped in avoiding a lot of conflicts amongst different realms. You stupid westerns think that every dragon is the same. If he attack someone… well someone more important that would cause diplomatic issues. That’s why I tried to beat some manner into him.” He grinned at the memory. If they wouldn’t have so much viewer he would use even more dramatical methods. “But the main point is that it wasn’t about you at all.” It was true in general, he only ‘forgot’ to mention the part that the leader of that Court was his own father while the one who Thunder knew about raiding his fridge and stealing his clothes in general was the crown prince and the father of the new heir.

After they finally both get up he let the injured boy lean against him. Even tough Thunder tried to play the big bad tough boy Heechul felt how weak he was in truth. He couldn’t help but trembled like someone who was caught in act when the other’s words hit him but then right after the short shock his lips curved into a smaug smirk. “Only from your knees dear.” He said in a tone what was just half teasingly. Heechul didn’t want the other to find out who he was but if it also meant that he could break down a bit of the fallen’s ego it already worth it.

“This way. I’m going to take you to my room it’s closer.” He said and turned I away to head towards the Aqua dormitory. After a few minutes they really arrived to a door and after another few minutes with Heechul’s awkward bumbling with the key the door opened and they were finally in.

“Sorry for the order. Ljoe just moved out.” He said with a grin pointing towards the empty bed. He had a lot of work in it. The other bed was still missing but Heechul got a couch in place of it to himself. Sleeping alone wasn’t his style. Otherwise the room didn’t have anything to show who his owner was except the altar above the television with the golden dragon statue and the smoking incenses in front of it’s claws. For the surprise of many Heechul was deeply religious even though he didn’t speak about it usually. “Sit down somewhere.” He said before turning around on his heels to find that damn first aid kit.

[thunder-ia]

[Fridge] Hey if it's an invitation to move together with you than that already happened. So I hope it's for your new apartment or I want the real thing for Valentine's Day [Fridge] Also I can give back now the key I stole from Wyatt [Fridge] *got

Thunder stared down at his phone with furrowed brows. So, that was how Heechul got in so easy. He always assumed it was some sort of sneaky dragon nonsense. [Heechul] I take it back. You get coal for Christmas. That’s what Santa gives to the bad kids, right?[Heechul] Who said anything about Valentines day? It’s a holiday for love not pushy dragons. Thunder wasn’t exactly up to date on Christmas traditions and the ones he did know didn’t involve any fat men breaking and entering to give children gifts.

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Thunder continued to attempt to talk his way out of or technically into certain death while silently screaming at Ian to just steal the damn dog before he really did become a ghost. Luckily, the man didn’t hear the jingling of the collar or the quiet shh from Ian, but unfortunately, he did notice a distinct lack of puppy. As the man turned to scream at Ian, Thunder took off in the other direction. He risked a quick glance behind him to check on Ian, but he was long gone as the man struggled to keep up with the surprisingly fast male. He made a mental note to ask him about his cardio routine. 

He wove his way through the alley taking an unnecessarily complicated route on the off chance that the man would turn around and come after him, but it didn’t matter. There was no one behind him…or in front of him for that matter. Where the hell was Ian? For a split second, he was afraid the man had caught him, but he seriously doubted it; he must have just went ahead to the roof. Uh-oh. Which roof? One quick round of eenie meenie miney moe later, and Thunder was on his way up a fire escape.

“Well, shit,” he mumbled searching the rooftop; it was just as empty as the alley below had been. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone before dialing Ian’s number. “Ian?” He asked hanging up the phone as small bark and a loud shush made its way to his ears. A movement on the rooftop across from him caught his attention. “Hey asshole,” he called loud enough to reach Ian, but hopefully, not loud enough to be heard from below. “Wrong roof,” he deadpanned blaming it on him. Hunters-R-Us, he thought with a snort. He didn’t think either of them would be allowed through the doors after this.

Stolen Goods (T + I)

“Check your local Hunters-R-Us next time then newbie.” A nudge to the shoulder came when it stopped so Ian could gaze at Thunder steadily. So he was someone to watch out for. Being manipulative even with words had him second guessing what he was even saying right now. “Right…” Was all he ended up saying. That all went away as soon as he looked back ahead and tried his hardest not to laugh out loud. Thunder’s humor, while appreciated, was probably not something that should come at a later time. “Ghosts can be exorcised you know.”

Nodding, Ian grinned and got back into the stealth mode of things. He watched carefully and left a few seconds after Thunder but decided to walk much slower. The eye roll that wanted to come out was so painfully to try and hold back that he couldn’t find himself stopping it. That was not as smooth as it could be but it was the distraction he needed. Walking up to the puppy, Ian petted its head as his tail wiggled from happiness of getting attention finally. His hand had slipped to the collar to unlock the leash and with a small and quiet, “Shh!” He took the dog into his arms and stood to leave. 

In theory it would have worked perfectly had Ian taken into account the lack of tug on the leash when he put it down. Hearing the man shout after him, Ian quickly ran off and dashed down an alley. His nose wrinkled in disgust from the puppy licks his face as getting. Being a cat person, he didn’t see why he needed to be licked all the time. That was something he’d never know. However, since he was in the middle of a chase, he decided up was better than being chased around a building and maybe running into Thunder. As he took the stairs, Ian hoped that Thunder remembered to look upward instead of going around to potentially running into the guy. Fire escape ladder it was!

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Thunder made his way across campus fully intending to snuggle up in his warm bed and sleep the new year away, but his plans were derailed when he came across someone else. Almost everyone was either at some sort of party or club, but here this kid was all alone and looking defeated. He wanted to keep walking, and he might have if they hadn’t made eye contact a second later.

“Are you alright, kid?” He asked with an almost inaudible sigh. He couldn’t just brush past him now. “You look like someone kicked your puppy and told you Santa Claus wasn’t real.” Thunder tucked his hands deep into his coat pockets still cold from his walk. He found it much easier to enjoy the decorations still scattered around campus now that Christmas had finally past.

“Don’t you have a party to get to or something?” He asked sliding his hand back out of his pocket just far enough to peek at his watch before shoving it back in. “You’ve still got time.”

{ happy new year ; open }

it has been days since the season of joy was celebrated. a lot of people gave gifts, exchanged their cards, and kissed under the mistletoe, yet the cupid was alone. he was all alone at the plains as he dug in bitterly the little pieces of sweet mallows and chocolates that he got from the free samples. chanshik did not have any appetite; an appetite for him to do and desire good since during that day, he was alone.

now its the thirty-first of december, the day when the last breath of the year will meet with the new sun of the year. ‘it was exciting.’ he thought of, but it was not as exciting back when he was still outside the walls of the academy. He knew that he can go out anytime, but whom he shall go with? no one…

he found himself at the very same spot where he spent the cold winds of the eve, now he found himself spending alone as he faced the coming new year with a tiny glint of hope that someone will spare their time with the boy.

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✥ - When this is received you have to send three open starters/interactionsto people you never interacted with before!

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❂ - When this is received you have to list five things you like about your own writing and three things you like about the writing of other people!

I was really hoping not to get this one five is so many things

1. I like that my writing is fairly accessible? Like I think it’s simple in a nice way.2. I think I write pretty good dialog.3. I like that I seem to be able to write pretty well with most people. I’ve only come across a few people where our styles clash enough to make it awkward. 4. I’m not sure if it is technically my writing, but I like that Thunder is pretty versatile? Like one second he can be a total dick and then the next he can be compassionate (while hopefully staying in character)5. I’m pleased that Thunder seems to have a way of weaseling his way under peoples skin because that’s how I always intended him to be but in the beginning I was really unsure if I could pull it off.

Three things about others:

1. I don’t know where you all learned to write, but you guys describe things so beautifully and I have on more than one occasion felt like a first grader chilling with Shakespeare 2. So many of you express your characters emotions so well and I am green with envy. Luckily, Thunder isn’t too heavy on internal dialog and emotions otherwise he would have crashed and burned with me as a mun. 3. You’re all just so creative. The plots and characters you guys come up with always just leave me in awe. You’re all absolutely brilliant.

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So many messages, but done!

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~it is done~