vcquinn

[vcquinn]

vcxaiden‌:

[ ... ]

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mentally kicked himself, “For the highest accuracy in my results it’s imperative that the dosage be administered no later than twenty-four hours and twenty minutes after the previous dose, and I still have to prepare every individual dose.” This was weeks worth of work practically down the drain, in terms of testing side effects, dosage amounts, “I suppose I could experiment with withdrawal symptoms now, though I doubt certain subjects are at the point where the level of addition is high enough to warrant anything severe.” he was mostly talking to himself, thinking out loud as he often did when he got caught up in his work. Even still, the more time they wasted in his lab, the quicker he’d have to work once he got home. 

“Q, my boy,” he started, “I’m afraid my oversight must cut our meeting short. However, I could use a hand in the cellar to help cover lost ground. If you were so inclined, I’d welcome you to join me.” 

Q tilted his head, temple resting against the palm of his hand, as he stared straight through Aiden’s soul. As if he could read exactly the thoughts going through his mind. He couldn’t, of course--- mind reading wasn’t exactly a talent of fae or demons either one--- but it wasn’t exactly hard too infer. He hadn’t written off the way that the vampire would kindly excuse himself from the room when he stepped in for quite a while when he first joined G.H.O.S.T, and neither had Quinn, judging by the faerie’s immediate weariness toward their gang’s second in command. 

Can you please look away, you know how uncomfortable this shit makes me. Q’s eyes rolled upward, as if trying to look at Quinn straight through their shared brain. The faerie was getting brave, huh? His sweeter half usually never tried to communicate with him through anything other than vague feelings when the demon was in the presence of someone who scared him. He had to give him props for stepping out of his comfort zone, at least, even if it was just out of desperation.

Q let out a brief, breathless chuckle before he humored Quinn, opting to glance around the interior of the lab rather than straight at the man across from him. He made a face in response to Aiden’s train of thought, couldn’t imagine taking on a project which required such precision himself. His focus was a fleeting thing, and he much preferred a quick resolution to a methodical approach, but he could very much admire Aiden’s dedication to his craft. 

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” Q responded, shrugging nonchalantly, though truthfully any time the vampire invited him to visit the cellar for whatever reason, he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. It was so different from his usual route of human destruction, yet so intriguing at the same time. If Aiden wasn’t his favorite person before he shared this tidbit about his life with him, he sure as hell was now. “Quinn’s telling me he has a night class tonight though, so... I gotta leave at a reasonable time, I guess.”

-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

[vcquinn]

what a peach

[vcquinn]

flower petals pressed between books, natural light seeping through an open window, slowly bleeding papercuts, phone calls at 3am, fairy lights hug haphazardly from the ceiling, bruises on knees and knuckles, glittery nail polish, open textbooks, conflicting thoughts, the muffled sound of police sirens, blood rinsed down pristine white shower tiles

Quinn is a college student majoring in literature, and he lives in a single dorm room on campus with no roommates. As much as he’d like to have roommates around to keep him company, he’s always so afraid that his demonic alter ego will end up making him look insane and chasing his friends away. Or worse, killing them in response to something vaguely annoying. He’d rather avoid that outcome at all costs. 

He’s a faerie, and his sense of style is very much representative of the stereotypical style of his species, derived from earth tones and plants of all shapes and sizes over a pristine white base. But his dark secrets are hidden beneath the soft aesthetics. Password protected behind the floral home screen of his phone is all of Q’s work material, all of the call logs, text messages to G.H.O.S.T members, confirmation photos of dead bodies. Blood is rinsed down the sink on the daily, never his own. 

[vcquinn]

vcxaiden‌:

[ ... ]

Come now, Q, surely you’re not so petty as to let yourself suffer through this too. I thought you were the smart one, the vampire thought to himself, nothing in his face or eyes could give away his feelings. He really did enjoy the fact that he didn’t need to pretend to have emotions around Q. While some might complain that his blank stare was unnerving and unsettling, Q knew it was just a normal Tuesday. “See that you do. I expect your next report ne-” his statement was cut short by an alarm on his phone going off, “Oh, shit-” he swiped at the notification on it to turn off the incessant beeping, A sighed passed through the rosy lips of the manufacturer, “Oh well. I suppose if their dose is already late there’s not much I can do about it now.” 

A smile looked pretty on his face, he knew this only because he could see Quinn every time the faerie looked in a mirror. And yet expressing any sort of positive emotion was so hard for Q that a smile usually came off a bit awkward, unnatural, like he was trying way too fucking hard. That was probably because he was. And yet, Aiden’s reassuring words tugged ever so slightly at one side of his lips, gone just as soon as it appeared. So easy to miss. The demon wouldn’t hesitate to argue that it was never there in the first place.

Quinn cringed somewhere in the back of his mind in response to Aiden’s words, and more than anything it just made Q want to laugh. His other half could find fear in anything, it seemed. Didn’t know how to dissociate himself from such a feeling. Really, Q pitied him. “I could imagine.” Faeries must have been something like a delicacy to vampires, he supposed. Soft on the outside, sweet on the inside. Like a dessert. “The demon blood must ruin it, though, right? Like putting salt on a cake.” Q made a mental note to remind the faerie to write the report up later, maybe bribe him to do so with some ice cream or something.

If someone were to walk into a room with Q and Aiden, they’d surely mistake a perfectly friendly conversation for something more sinister, neither of them choosing to show their emotions outwardly. Aiden’s blank stare crossed with Q’s vague look of amusement would be enough to make anyone pull out their hair in frustration. Good thing they saved the no-bullshit demeanor for only each other. The alarm interrupted his focus, eyes darting immediately toward the older’s phone on the table. “Hm, back home? Why can’t you just go give them the dose, is it a time-sensitive kind of thing?”

-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

[vcquinn]

vc-valentin‌:

Val was quiet, still nursing his coffee as he listened to the other speak. In a nutshell, everything that Q had said had been true, but yet, somehow, when it came out of his mouth, it sounded stupid. And then, the ultimate question. Why did Val care? He still wasn’t sure himself. Maybe it was because Val considered him a friend of sorts? Weirdly enough, a friend. Probably the only one in G.H.O.S.T. “Because you’re a friend,” he shrugged, “Aren’t friends suppose to care?” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow towards him. 

After a moment, Val sighed, turning to dump the rest of his coffee down the sink and tossing away the paper cup. “But I’m not forcing you. You also never know what could happen in the field. Someone could one up you, and then, you’re injured all over again. So, I don’t know, maybe I don’t want a friend out there when he’s hurt that could easily make one mistake. You’ve got to think about Quinn too, does he want to be working?” Val finished, then gave one final shrug. “Either way, I know you’re going to be working, so go ahead, go to work.” With that, he began to walk out of the kitchen. 

Friend. What an odd word, really. It formed weird on Q’s tongue, never quite came out right. Quinn had friends, oh the faerie had plenty, but Q had never quite understood what the word even meant, not in the grand scheme of things. “...Sure,” he agreed halfheartedly, if only because he didn’t actually know the answer to that question. And really, it was a bit disorienting to hear someone call him that. A friend. The only time he’d ever been called that was when someone mistook him for Quinn, perhaps didn’t know that the faerie had a demonic alter ego who acted of his own accord. Val knew who and what he was, and yet still used that word to refer to him. Interesting.

The demon ignored the prideful part of his brain which was protesting the fact that anyone would ever be able to one up him, even as injured as he was, because truthfully, he wasn’t quite sure anymore. Quinn had managed to one up him the day of the bomb, who’s to say it couldn’t happen again, under different circumstances? Perhaps humility was a trait that he needed to adopt, as much as it hurt. Or simply just a sense of caution. “Fine.” The word was muttered nearly under his breath, scratchy as if it pained him to say it. “I’ll give it a few more days, that’s it.” Q downed the last bit of his coffee, as hot as it still was, before tossing the cup away and begrudgingly making his way to meet Val by the door. “And I’m not watching fucking hulu, but Quinn might, so have fun with him, I guess.”

-- ɴᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

[vcquinn]

더보이즈(THE BOYZ) X DAZED scene of SPHERE_뉴(NEW)

[vcquinn]

vcxaiden‌:

[ ... ]

“No,” he sighed once more, his voice returning to its smooth, silky lilt, “I figured you wouldn’t have very much to report, but a man can hope, can he not?” he shrugged with a curl of his lips. Anyone who looked at it would think of it as a smirk or a scowl, but anyone who knew Aiden better would know that that’s the closest thing to a genuine amused smile the man will ever show. “The only report I really want is for you to answer me this: are you prolonging your healing process because you want Quinn to suffer?”

Q considered the older’s words for a moment, staring blankly down at his hands. “I blame me,” he admitted, voice no quieter than it was moments before. No, he’d admit to his own mistakes with grace, wouldn’t allow it to break his confidence. “I’m supposed to be stronger than Quinn. I should’ve been able to hold him back, but I couldn’t. He won that battle, and yet look where it got him.” Q sighed, maneuvering his body into a slightly lazier position, elbows propped up against the table, cheeks squished between the palms of his hands. He looked young, soft, innocent. Unfortunately, his appearance was one thing he could never have separate from Quinn.

“Good luck getting him to talk,” he said, amusement spilling into his voice. “He thinks you’re scary, he’d rather hide behind me.” Q chuckled lowly. Truthfully, he didn’t blame the faerie. Aiden was capable of vast destruction, and if it wasn’t for himself, he was sure Quinn would be on the vampire’s radar. 

Are you prolonging your healing process because you want Quinn to suffer? “Yes,” the demon answered without hesitation, not a single ounce of regret apparent in his voice. “He’s made his bed, and he’s gonna lie in it for as long as I fucking want him to.” It wasn’t even some sort of sick satisfaction that kept him inflicting pain on the faerie, just a drive to remain in charge, to give him a taste of karma at its finest. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t interfere with my performance on the field, so no need to worry about that.”

-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

[vcquinn]

vc-valentin‌:

Val rolled his eyes. “Just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you need to get up and do your job. Especially since killing can be quite strenuous. And I’m sure our medic would agree, just saying,” he stated, nose scrunching up a bit at the mention of their medic. Even if the guy was his brother, by blood, he had his reasons on hating him. “You need time to rest. Your whole back was barbecued, dumbass,” he reminded. There was no real reason for Val to care. After all, Q and him were simply… coworkers. They worked closely together on cases. Val collecting information, and well, Q killing. They never hung out, really. But Val cared, for some odd reason. 

“How about this, I take the day off to sit with you so you’re not bored. Rest a few more days, so you don’t hurt yourself again,” he suggested, setting down his cup of coffee. “I have a Hulu account too, so we can watch some shit on there instead of Netflix, if you’ve already watched everything,” he continued, pausing, before he continued some more, “I’ll even buy you lunch, I just want you resting instead of working. It’s too soon.” Why did Val even care?

Q raised an eyebrow, silently questioning Val’s tone of voice when he said the word medic, as if it were something dirty. Come to think of it, he was probably referring to a specific medic rather than medics in general--- Q had witnessed a small amount of the realizations that had come between Val and Seokju, after all. Really, he wished he knew more, wanted in on the drama as much as possible. “Good thing I don’t care if our medic agrees, then,” he responded, mocking the tone that Val had used. The demon sipped at his coffee, internally cringing at the reminder of his injuries. Laying on his stomach for the past week to avoid anything touching his back had been a nightmare--- well, to be fair, Quinn was the one following instructions to keep pressure off his back while Q was bumping it into things as often as possible just to make Quinn cringe.

He considered Val’s offer with a blank stare, blinking a few times if only to be sure he’d heard him correctly. “Let’s get this straight--- you wanna skip out on work to buy me lunch and binge hulu so that I don’t hurt myself out on the field--- which I won’t, and if I do it’s intentional.” Q’s expression remained entirely blank. “Why do you care?” he asked plainly, bluntly. Quinn was berating him somewhere in the back of his mind, gushing about how lovely lunch and hulu sounded compared to whatever else it was he might have accomplished today.

-- ɴᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

[vcquinn]

vcxaiden‌:

[ ... ]

Aiden’s focus remained attached to the microscope before him as he analyzed a blood sample from one of his toys, muttering his response, “Hello, Q,” when he pulled back from the device, his brow was furrowed in frustration, “I apologize for having to reschedule our meeting last week, an unusually large order of amphetamines came in and it couldn’t be turned away.” and truthfully, this meant he had higher expectations in Q’s report- after all, he’s had one extra week. Aiden liked to meet with every member personally, one-on-one, on a monthly or bimonthly basis. He wanted to know how things were going, if operations were running smoothly, if they weren’t, what was going wrong, and what could be done to remedy the issue at hand. 

Q made himself comfortable on one of the stools, leaning forward to prop his elbows against the lab counter. “S’Fine,” he muttered simply in response. Truly, he hadn’t been feeling up to the meeting anyway--- his back had been in pain ( and it was still in pain, if only because Q wanted Quinn to have to feel it for as long as possible, to put him in his place ), not to mention that in this report, he’d have to talk about the bomb. And he really didn’t want to talk about the bomb. It had been a moment of weakness for Q, his inability to hold Quinn back from fucking shit up. 

That being said, he still had to talk about it. Because if he never accepted his moments of weakness, then how was he ever supposed to improve and make sure they never happen again? Aiden had taught him that. And so, if there was anyone Q would feel comfortable talking about it with, that person would most definitely be Aiden.

“I don’t have much to report job-wise, really. I’ve only been allowed to be assigned hits again for about a week, and none of them have been anything special. Mostly just some annoying humans that Jihyu wanted to get out of our hair.” Q paused, studying his own hands for a moment. The glittery blue polish that Quinn had painted over his nails, the bruises on his knuckles from his last hit, the long paper cut across the pad of his thumb. “You want me to talk about the bomb, right? That’s why you even bothered to call me in for a report this time around anyway?”

-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

[vcquinn]

-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

→ @vcxaiden

Q wasn’t exactly the type to look up to role models of any sort, the demon so focused on his own personal goals that he found he had no room for close relationships of any kind, especially ones that put him in a position where he had any less power than the other person. As opposed to Quinn, who found solace in older students and professors and, well... his parents ( though that ship had sailed quite a few years ago ), Q was quite the loner. He had acquaintances--- plenty of them--- with whom he shared time but he refused to let anyone in, to actually speak with anyone long enough to develop anything resembling a close relationship. Not even with Jihyu, who Quinn for some reason was really beginning to trust despite G.H.O.S.T’s leader being a part of something that he liked to call Q’s world, which he tended to remain as distanced from as possible.

But then there was Aiden. The gang’s second in command was nothing special on the surface, or at least no more special than any other being who Q came into contact with. But the longer that he began to spend time with the man, actually talk to him, the demon found that he was a breed of his own--- so completely and utterly evil that Q actually caught himself craving his company, missing him when he wasn’t around. The feeling was something new, something he’d only ever experienced vicariously through Quinn, and he wasn’t quite sure that he liked it. There was power in that feeling, but that power was in Aiden’s hands rather than Q’s. It was dangerous.

Still, like a puppy, the demon had come running as soon as Aiden called, abandoning all of Quinn’s school work ( much to the faerie’s protest ) to meet at his lab at G.H.O.S.T HQ. The vampire hadn’t exactly told him over the phone what he needed his presence for, and so Q was going in completely blind as he navigated through the hallways of HQ, acknowledging familiar faces along the way. The path to Aiden’s lab was familiar, and the assassin found himself approaching in record time, reaching up to knock on the door briefly ( if only to announce his presence ) before twisting the handle to step into the room. “Hey,” he called out into the room, not hesitating in the slightest before finding a seat to make himself comfortable.

[vcquinn]

vc-kimsy‌:

“No offense, but your friend is a dick if he just left you here,” Sy murmured, knowing that was such a sensitive subject to some. You couldn’t just call someone’s friend a dick nowadays, without the risk of getting your head bitten off. Something deep inside of him told him he felt this strange would agree. “Oh! The campus. That’s no biggie, I can help walk you there, I don’t mind. My night isn’t going as planned, so it’s okay. Truthfully, I rather help someone than do drugs, hook up, and drink. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I heard a local college student was killed, because someone didn’t walk him home,” he explained softly, deciding after a moment, to hold out his hand.  “I’m Sy, by the way. I didn’t exactly introduce myself. I know how to get back to the campus from here,” he smiled reassuringly. He didn’t mind the walk, not at all. After all, he was helping someone. It had been too long since he had done something just for the kindness of it. Someone was always asking for something, and he just wanted to help out this lost soul. Just as he would when he use to be a proper angel. 

“Oh, none taken--- he is kind of a dick,” Quinn agreed, shrugging his shoulders as if to brush off the subject. He didn’t exactly want to get too into it, knowing that if he began to talk about Q, it was inevitable that he’d expose himself as absolutely crazy. An amused laugh rang out in his head. Help me or leave me the hell alone, Q, I swear--- “Really? Are you sure you don’t mind? I really don’t wanna ruin your night or anything.” Still he was grateful, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The faerie’s eyes fell to observe the other’s outstretched hand, hesitating only a moment before opting to take his hand, allow him to lead him out.

“I’m Quinn,” the faerie responded brightly, “It’s nice to meet you, Sy!” It was times like these when he was reminded that the demon residing in the back of his brain was truthfully sort of soft for him, the other sitting back and allowing him to enjoy his happy little moments without interference. If Q really wanted to torture him, he’d only allow him to breathe in the worst possible times, but the demon gave him his space, as much as one could when they shared a body with another soul. “Did you come here alone? I’m not making you leave anyone, am I?”

-- ᶜⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ

[vcquinn]

vc-valentin‌:

Val stood, nursing his coffee as he read the text messages on his phone with a small smile. Since his husband was in the hospital, and Val was busy with school and work, he couldn’t exactly be there all the time. So texts when the man woke up was enough. Truthfully, Bohai had the nerve that Val didn’t. To leave. But then again, being truthful to his husband, and admitting that the bomb which went off was kind the gang’s fault, kind of helped. He felt awful, but it was pointed out that Val did tell him to leave. 

His focus was torn away from his phone whenever he heard someone enter, raising an eyebrow as he noticed it was Q. Who was suppose to be resting. What with the kid’s injuries. He narrowed his eyes a bit, annoyed his friend wasn’t listening. His back had been pretty bad, from what Val had seen. “Believe me, I would, but that isn’t the picture I want,” he winked, before turning serious. He shook his head. “I’m just trying to figure out why exactly you’re out of bed, when you should still be resting. Go home, Q,” he murmured, slipping his phone into his pocket. “You can’t kill people when you’re injured, it’ll just make it worst, you know.”

Perhaps it was the pain of his injuries blocking logical thought, or maybe Quinn was just rubbing off on him, but Q didn’t quite understand what Val was trying to get at, simply scrunching his face in vague confusion before turning back around to fumble through the fridge for coffee creamer. “Well, I’m out of bed because I’m bored and there’s nothing good to watch on Netflix,” the demon quipped nonchalantly as he finally managed to find the creamer pushed to very back of the bottom shelf of the fridge. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Quinn was complaining about being forced to abandon the novel he was reading, but Q only rolled his eyes, ignoring the faerie’s whining.

He allowed Val’s words to sink in as he finished making his coffee, stirring it with a spoon before lifting it to his lips. That shit was hot. Still, he took a sip, allowing the liquid to burn his throat. Quinn protested, Q ignored him. It was a vicious cycle, really. “Maybe that’s what I’m going for,” the demon responded, shrugging his shoulders as he took another sip of hot coffee. “There’s never a wrong time to kill people, Val--- not to mention, I’m fine, I’ve been laying in bed for far too fucking long anyway, I’d much rather be putting my time to good use. Nobody’s ever accomplished anything from bed.”

-- ɴᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

[vcquinn]

🏹💓

[vcquinn]

-- ɴᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

→ @vc-valentin

Truthfully, Q was probably coming back into work much earlier than his injuries warranted, but feeling so idle and useless didn’t sit well with him at all. Even Quinn--- who was responsible for this whole fucking mess, thank you very much--- felt restless not being able to attend class, instead opting to submit all of his assignments from home. And so, as always, Q had been the one to make the hard decision to just bite the bullet and waltz on into G.H.O.S.T HQ anyway, ignoring the dull thrum of pain from his back whenever his sweatshirt brushed against the burns. It would have been smart to wrap his entire torso in gauze, probably. But then again, Quinn was wincing somewhere in the back of his mind at the pain, and anything he could do to get back at the faerie for that whole fiasco was worth it in his book.

He’d pulled the hood up on his oversized hoodie, trying to deter the eyes on him as he walked the halls, but it seemed like his body was a beacon, screaming “haha look at me, I’m that one dumbass who nearly killed himself with a bomb that he helped set up”. Fucking Quinn. Couldn’t stop tarnishing his reputation. Heading straight for the break room, he began to make a cup of coffee with something like tunnel vision, blatantly opting to ignore his surroundings in hopes that the feeling of prying eyes would go away. Though, when he turned around to find a friendly face staring back at his, the whole ‘ignore the rest of the world’ plan sort of flew out the window. Well, as friendly as Val’s face could be. More like friendly but masked meticulously over with annoyance.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Q eventually let out, breaking the silence.

[vcquinn]

vc-kimsy‌:

[ ... ]

“But I can walk you home, so you’re safe? What’s the address? Or like, where it’s near. I think I know the location of everywhere pretty well,” he offered, figuring the other wouldn’t take the offer. After all, he was a stranger, offering to walk him home was weird. “I think,” He added, frowning as he thought about it. It was a terrible idea. 

“Or, we can find someone with a phone, I guess? That might be more comfortable to you?” he offered as well, shoving his hands into his pockets. So much for snorting a line of coke in the bathroom. He wasn’t going to get higher now, not when someone needed help. Curse his damn angel tendencies. He just wanted to have fun. 

Right. Yeah. Hooking up was probably the first thing that should normally come to mind when someone were to mention leaving the club with someone else, but then again, Quinn wasn’t exactly anyone’s definition of normal. Besides the obvious, the faerie was sheltered almost his entire life, kept inside of a small social bubble to be poked and prodded and observed. It was only recently that he’d even had a chance to take on a normal social life and, of course, he’d just thrust himself into an underground society in a country completely foreign to him instead of taking the baby steps that he probably should have. Although that he could mostly blame on Q. “Oh, I um--- I came with a friend at first, but then he left me, so...” Quinn trailed off, not technically lying at all. Q had brought him here and then left him on his own. The fact that Q was entirely in his head was simply irrelevant information.

The faerie was a bit surprised by the other’s offer, but touched nonetheless. Of course there was that little red flag waving somewhere in the back of his head, reminding him that he was a stranger, not someone who he knew for certain he could trust--- yet he felt trustworthy enough, something about the other’s demeanor that just felt safe. “I... I’ll be honest, I don’t really wanna walk back alone. Y-you don’t have to come with me, though! That’s not... I mean, I completely interrupted your night, you don’t have to.” And yet, somehow Quinn wished that he would. “Um, I live in an apartment on the university’s campus. I just... don’t know how to get back to campus from here.”

-- ᶜⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ

[vcquinn]

-- кαямα'ѕ α вιт¢н, му ∂єαя

10:34 am---

It felt surreal, almost, patrolling the outskirts of the cook out. They’ve been planning this for what felt like forever, the entirety of G.H.O.S.T meticulously offering their skills and expertise to make this plan play out perfectly. Completely fool-proof. No hitches. Q’s eyes scanned the crowd, noting the familiar faces that stood out from the rest--- faces he’d seen only in pictures attached to files. Entirely oblivious. This had to work.

10:59 am---

Quinn has begun to protest somewhere in the back of his mind, the reality of the situation finally catching up with the faerie. He was fearful, going through a moral crisis that was nothing more than an annoying buzz in Q’s ears. Shut the fuck up. They’d gone through too much to get to this point, sacrificed too much time and energy to wimp out now and go home, watch the event from the television instead. Stop being such a bitch, Quinn.

His hands were twitching, two different souls fighting for control of one body. Anger bubbled somewhere deep in Q’s chest, fighting almost violently to keep Quinn suppressed, to prevent him from ruining everything they’ve worked for. Not only that but he would get hurt. As much as the demon hated to admit it, he loved Quinn--- why else would he take over like this, allow the faerie to live in blissful ignorance while he did all of the dirty work? I said stop, you idiot, do you hear me? A boy passed through his line of sight, couldn’t be any older than seven, desperately looking around as if he’d lost his parents. Maybe he had. Quinn. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong... Quinn---

11:01 am---

The faerie won control, snapping his body from its frozen state to sprint full speed in the direction of the boy he’d seen, tossing his body over the child’s to protect him as the bomb detonated. Right on time. The world seemed to shatter around him all at once, the overwhelming chorus of screams somehow blending into absolute silence. Then a shrill ringing in his ears that just would not stop. Quinn rolled off of the poor little boy, crying out as his back hit the ground. Quinn, you absolute dumbass. He felt like he was on fire--- and honestly maybe he was. Vaguely, he could register the boy shaking his arm, asking if he was okay, but his vision was swimming, and he couldn’t manage to get any sort of sound through his throat other than shallow, labored breathing. Karma’s a bitch, huh?

[vcquinn]

vchaneul‌:

Be my escape

@vcquinn

Quinn was one of the only people that Haneul could tolerate being around. Finals were over so he found time to catch up with his friend. So much was going on. His new meds and Yunhee’s death. He hid it well but her death was really hitting him hard. When Hani died and Storm wasn’t around, Yunhee had cared for him as if he was her own brother. Their little shopping trips were something he held close to his heart. He missed her but he felt like it wasn’t fair to Sy if he cried about it. He hadn’t known here nearly as long as Sy and he didn’t want to argue. So, having Quinn over to play video games was something he really needed. He set out some snacks and even grabbed a few beers. He knew he shouldn’t mix his meds with alcohol but he didn’t care. He’d deal with that later. Hearing the door, he made his way over and opened it, to see Quinn. “Hey, man, come in. You finally get to see my new apartment. It’s nice.” He smiled, hiding all the shit he was currently going through.

Quinn didn’t have a lot of friends who made him feel normal, having joined G.H.O.S.T a mere month or so after moving to Agdoeg from the states. Meaning that most of the people he called his friends were actually Q’s friends rather than his own, people who the demon has labeled as alright by his standards. Which--- unsurprisingly--- were vastly different from the faerie’s own standards when it came to friendship material. 

Haneul was one of very few people who Quinn had met outside of G.H.O.S.T--- at university, to be exact--- one of very few people who he felt normal around. Less like an experiment, less like an assassin, less absolutely insane, more like... Quinn. Just Quinn. Double checking that he was at the right address, the faerie reached up to knock on the door, plastering on a friendly smile as his friend’s face appeared on the other side. His eyes went wide as he stepped inside, gaze wandering. “Holy shit, it is nice. How are you affording this place as a student? What’s your secret?”