youngjofey

[youngjofey]

feysol​:

sol can’t help but smile, leaning his hip against the kitchen counter while watching the other carefully ― he didn’t even know the witch-boy’s name, yet felt more comfortable than he had in a long, long while. “ that….sounds nice. “ the twinkle shining in his eyes is evident enough of his appreciation, head tilted to the side as he puts the majority of his attention on the other male.

but then he speaks again, and sol finds his face dropping out of instinct ― it wasn’t often that the he had found witches rejected by familiars; after all, the power of his very species largely depended on bonding process. more often than not, it was due to….incompatible personalities, per say ― but something told him that wasn’t the case with this. in the time they spent getting to ‘know’ one another (well, as much as one could in the form of a cat), sol had come to quite enjoy the other male’s presence; he was gentle but with a warm feeling to him, his approach being one of the more….pleasant ones the familiar had come across. 

but then the reason hits him smack in the face.

sol’s eyes widen slightly as he processes what the man had said ― no magic? suddenly everything made sense; the peculiarity of his aura, the items dotting the expanse of his home, and especially the fact that his mortality was even more evident than ever. sol could smell it from a mile away, the very essence of his spirit seeming…off, per say. and now, as he watches him closely, he has his answer as to why.

they were more alike than he thought.

“ oh. “ it’s the only thing sol can properly say in the moment, lips rounding as he blinks slightly. there’s a simple silence only that is present before the familiar smiles ― it’s gentle, tugging on the corners of his lips in an endearing manner as his eyes soften. “ i can see why but, then again… “ sol shrugs, gaze flickering to the ground for a moment. “ it’s all about the connection, i find. i don’t really care if you can create a hurricane or level a building… “ a small chuckle falls past his lips, a masked attempt to hide the sudden pit in his stomach. “ so long as they treat me right that’s all i care about. but i’m sorry, that isn’t fair to you. i wish they weren’t so…caught up in themselves. you’re a really nice guy, you deserve a really nice familiar. “

As expected what filled the room after Youngjo’s confession was a pressing silence, only the sound of the kettle whistling breaking into the room. It felt a bit awkward to wait until the familiar finally reacted exactly the way he had predicted. It was only logical for a creature who was looking for a witch, whose entire existence was centred around this very concept, to dismiss him the moment they figured out his circumstances. He didn’t hold the other in spite for something that was natural. 

It still hurt though.

Turning off the stove, Youngjo prepared a small handful of carefully selected herbs to finish off his tea with. He might not be able to do magic, but at least he could use his knowledge on herbs and nature in other ways, and he dared say he made a darned good cup of tea usually. “I hope you don’t mind green tea,” he commented the moment the familiar was done speaking. “Rhubarb and ginger is quite a nice combination if you ask me. Very soothing.” Honestly he found slight solace in the words, even if his logical mind told him that the guy was just trying to be nice to him. Perhaps it would have been easier if he was just treated the way he usually was -- as a laughingstock.

Pouring first the water and then the milk as requested he handed over the beverage. “Careful, it’s hot.” The warning came out absentmindedly, more by reflex than anything else. The words were resounding within Youngjo’s mind. ‘You deserve a nice familiar,’ huh? That was definitely not something he had expected to hear, not now, not ever, and for a moment the would-be witch opened his mouth to ask a question. “Say...” he began hesitantly, eyes for a moment flickering with some form of expectation or maybe hope even. But then he lost that spark as soon as it had appeared. “No, nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Shuffling around awkwardly and blowing cold breath upon his own tea Youngjo thought for a moment how to distract the other from the question unasked. And then he realised that there was a huge flaw in the flow of this conversation. “Ah, I don’t even know your name. I guess I won’t have to name you myself after all.” A slight chuckle left him at the suggestion that such was exactly what his intentions had been -- after all in his cat form, the guy had borne no sign of an owner or a name, so it wasn’t a lie to say that Youngjo had been considering what to name the creature more than once. “I’m Youngjo by the way. Bae Youngjo.”

[youngjofey]

feysol‌:

he can feel it then ― the slightest change within the boy’s aura, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face that sol picks up on quite quickly. emotions were, in a sense, his forte; he could feel from a mile away if someone was having a bad day, but when it came to this man…there was a defeat to him that rang true and clear, causing sol’s heart to sink within his chest.

“ oh i thought you’d kick me out- “ a small chuckle of embarrassment flutters past the familiar’s lips as he moves to stand and follow after the other, wiry limbs shaking out at his sides ― the change from form to form often left him with the feeling of being cramped, though it only lasted for a short while before sol was on to ‘bigger and better things’. “ if you’ll have me i’d…like to stay a while. “ a while could encompass many things, that was certain, bare feet quiet against the hardwood floor as he quietly follows after the other male ― he was grateful, if anything, for the inquiry of his preference; though sol couldn’t deny that the weighted aura pressing down on his shoulders from being near the boy was…anything but preferable.

“ i normally drink tea with milk, if that’s okay? “ there’s a warmth to his expression, attempting to alleviate whatever worries the other male still held onto. the topic of bonding rendered a slight frown, however ― it was not something sol took pleasure in at all, at least….not yet. still, two-toned eyes flicker across his face for a moment before he speaks, inhaling audibly. “ i’m not uh…well i… “ the familiar is hardly left in dark when it comes to his host’s feelings of the matter ― part of him was confused as to why he felt such an aura of longing and resentment when the topic was such an important one. “ a lot of witches don’t, um…want me so i-i wouldn’t want to waste your time. “ there’s the crack of a broken smile on sol’s features, tainted memories flashing through his mind as his stare drops to his hands. hurriedly picking at his nails for a moment, he sighs gently before glancing up again ― this time with curiosity brewing. “ what about you? you must be looking for someone, right? i know plenty of familiars, i’m sure i can see if they’d be interested! “

Despite the sentiments of bitterness he himself felt, Youngjo had to admit that it was kind of endearing to see the familiar get rather bashful in speaking his feelings of relief. Shaking his head, he responded: “I wouldn’t kick you out. I said I’d adopt you didn’t I?” Then a light chuckle left him regardless of his current dominant feelings. “Admittedly that was before I knew that you could turn into a human, but I mean if you want to you’re free to come and go as you please.”

Oh no, he was getting ahead of himself again, wasn’t he? Inviting the other into the kitchen where he began boiling the water for the requested beverage, admittedly he was surprised to hear the words leaving the familiar. Why would witches not want him? What reason could there possibly be behind something like that? Sure he knew some witches could be picky when choosing their familiars, but for a cat familiar -- the favoured breed -- and a quite beautiful one at that, he couldn’t possibly understand. It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with this guy’s personality either. To think there was even outcasts amongst familiars. But Youngjo wasn’t going to pry into matters that were none of his business. Instead he had to come up with an answer to the offer.

“A lot of familiars ‘don’t want me’,” he said quoting the other. A smile was present on his lips, but a faint tinge of sadness could be spotted in his eyes. Having to explain this on his own wasn’t really a thing he liked, because it was like admitting that he was a failure to himself. “I’m not... exactly like most witches you see.” Fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, Youngjo’s eyes glanced away from looking into the other’s mismatched, instead locking on the water that was about to boil in the kettle. “It’s a long story, but basically, uhm, I can’t do magic.”

[youngjofey]

feysol‌:

sol doesn’t know what he should expect, two-toned eyes blinking as his smile stretches into one filled with embarrassment. the situation was similar to that of allowing a lie to carry on for far too long ― except this time it was the fact that he was hardly some random stray cat frolicking on the streets. still, he’s grateful the other male doesn’t seem too freaked out; albeit anyone would be shocked in a situation such as this, but where calm minds were present so were solutions ― and sol was always one to find the answer to not only his problems, but others.

leaning back to sit cross legged on the floor, the familiar tilts his head to the side and peers at the boy with interest. curiosity burns through his veins, having spotted the interesting choice of decor throughout the household ― he was something, sol just didn’t know what yet. 

“ oh, i- “ his eyes pull into crescent moons, sheepish if anything, quickly motioning in order to discern such a thought. “ no, no! you haven’t i swear! “ sol is hurried in his response though the flicker of something akin to embarrassment briefly flutters over his expression ― he didn’t take pride in the fact he was about to air into the open, regardless of who he spoke to. “ i’m uh…i’m not bonded, so it’s no worries! and regardless even if i was i wouldn’t! “

Relief filling him at the assurance that no witch would be informed of his little mishap, Youngjo rose himself. Now he couldn’t help but wonder though, for maybe his this-cat/guy-got-thrown-out-of-the-household theory actually still fit. After all, it would only be in both a witch and a familiar’s best interest to bond with and depend upon one another. He wanted to ask, but at the same time he feared it would be distasteful doing so. Instead he took off his shoes and wandered further into the apartment.

“If... you don’t wanna be here I won’t hold you here,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice at the situation, for no matter how much he would like to accept his fate, the fact that he would never be able to bond himself was a very depressing one. “But if you don’t mind I can at least offer a cup of coffee or tea. Or, uhm, milk?” Cats liked milk didn’t they? But was he supposed to treat this guy as a cat or as a human? Or both?

God this was all very confusing and very embarrassing. To think he had just gone ahead and adopted a man who was probably way older than he himself was. “I’m probably totally getting in your way, aren’t I?” he asked with a dispirited sigh. “If you’re not bonded you’re probably on the look for someone...” This was where he desperately wanted to offer himself up as a tribute, but he could offer nothing but disappointment to the other. “I mean if you want me to I can introduce you to some people. I know my way around witch circles.” The more he spoke, the more the bitterness filled his voice, but no matter how much he tried to mask it he couldn’t.

[youngjofey]

feysol‌:

he’d call it an accident the first time they met ― sol was the type to linger about the city when he was bored, find all the neat little cracks and alleys that hid all sorts of secrets. most of the time it was simply to find a place to take a nap under the sun; other times, however, it was for a slightly more….private purpose. the familiar had a habit of keeping tabs on other species in the area, never in the sense of ‘snooping’ but otherwise in the innocent notion of getting to know them. if you could compare sol to anything, it would be that one friendly neighbor who was always out to help somebody.

except, well, said neighbor was a cat that could change into a man….or was it the other way around?

regardless, sol had found solace in the presence of a particular human with a particular aura ― it wasn’t like he hadn’t met their kind before, quite the opposite in fact. but this one…he was different. the familiar had stumbled across him after choosing to lounge on a concrete shelf opposite his home; it had resulted in first greetings between a supposed stray cat and a human who just happened to come along at the right time ― but sol knew the moment his hand stroked over ashen fur that there was something….off. human in body, witch in spirit.

he could never guess to what extent such a simple observation would be.

he sits quietly eating as he has many times before, ears perked and awaiting the attention of the boy in front of him. the words do not go unnoticed, but even more so is the thought to which it leads ― sol found peace and love in the presence of the witch-boy, seeing within him a companion that filled the cracks of his own battered past. still, when the prospect of being adopted falls past the other male’s lips, the familiar pauses and lifts his head with a twinkle of something unreadable swimming in the blue of his eyes. he had his own apartment of course, situated directly over his art studio, but the idea of this was strangely….pleasant. he wanted to get to know the boy, and as he’s lifted into his arms he can only smile inwardly at the feeling he might’ve found a temporary home.

sol’s curiosity is abundant as they arrive at the younger’s home, thankful for the gentle care given in him being set on the floor. tail twitching expectantly, the familiar peers quietly around the space ― one step, two steps, three steps, and suddenly he’s bounding through the rooms like a bull in a china shop….except on a much, much smaller scale. aware of the other’s presence back in the hall, sol gets his ‘lay of the land’ momentarily before quickly pattering back into the main area, the sudden thought of what now? ringing in his mind. luckily, ever a master of coming up with solutions on the fly, he decides to take a chance ― fur morphing into clothes, it’s an interesting situation to say the least as sol returns to his human form, straightening up slightly with a small smile on his face. 

“ hi, uh…you have a nice home! “

Not long before Youngjo had let go of his new companion did it last before the creature practically went on a rampage through his apartment, and the would-be witch was highly worried about all his delicate items getting in the way of the cat’s adventurous path. Not so much the books on his shelves, but the bookcases were also full of glass tubes that could make him seem like an amateur scientist, and various figurines with most peculiar shapes outing him as an occultist. 

“Hey now, you can’t do that!” he whined clearly new to having a pet to take care of on his own -- of course his parents had their familiars but those couldn’t really be counted as pets -- and clearly oblivious to what he was supposed to do from here on out. Did he have to get toys and stuff like that? A litter box definitely. And much more cat food than he already had invested in. God, where was he supposed to get that kind of money from? Youngjo was already heavily reliant on his parents when it came to finances so he definitely needed a job from now on. Maybe he should have thought this better through rather than acting on the spur of the moment.

But it was far too late now to take back his act of kindness; who would actually put a stray back on the street again after deciding to adopt it? Only awful people, that was who.

Crouching down once the kitty finally seemed to calm down he was ready to welcome the creature coming at him when it quite literally went from walking on four legs to two. Growing in size the obscene view of cat-becoming-man unfolded before him and Youngjo’s mouth was wide open. Although he easily recognised the magic display it took a hot minute for his mind to really register what was going on.

“Uh... Thank you?” he responded hesitantly, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward in thinking back on their meetings in the past weeks. Suddenly he began thinking about what kind of secrets he might have spilled being none the wiser. Had there been anything embarrassing? Oh god, he really was an idiot wasn’t he? If only he knew magic he could probably have been able to realise sooner. And hadn’t he technically been petting a human all this while? Mouthing a silent ‘oh my god’ his brain was trying to process far too many things at once. In his still crouched down position Youngjo rubbed his temples. Then all of a sudden his glance darted upwards.

“Wait a second, don’t tell me I accidentally kidnapped someone else’s familiar?! Please don’t tell your witch okay?!”

[youngjofey]

save you, save me

@feysol

It had been a routine of a couple of weeks now, going past the same spot, petting the same stray cat, opening a can of cat food and watching it happily munch it down. At first he had taken notice of it because of its size, easily recognising it as a maine coon (there wasn’t a witch with pride in himself who didn’t know his cat breeds, so Youngjo believed) and after a few pets and cuddles they had parted way. Until the very next day when Youngjo had walked down the same route and seen it again. 

By now it had almost become a nice part of daily routine to meet up with his little furry friend and make sure it didn’t die of starvation, but he couldn’t help but wonder. “Who threw someone like you away?” he had mused out loud one day during this special petting time. He couldn’t really suggest that maine coons were typical in the stray picture which suggested that some owner had got tired of his pet and left it to fend for itself. God some people were infuriating. “We’re a bit alike you and me,” he had confided in his unresponsive friend, “I don’t really fit in either.”

Honestly it was kind of silly of him to be sitting here on the street talking to a random cat who didn’t even understand human words, but somehow it seemed as though it still understood his sentiment. It was probably just Youngjo putting too much thought into it though, but it still made him spout the words that would be changing his life. “What if I brought you back home with me? Would you like that?” A pat on the head later he had decided that would be absolutely what he was going to do, and carefully he picked up the large creature and placed it upon his chest and shoulder, one arm supporting the legs and the other petting its back. It felt a bit awkward to walk through the city bearing a massive cat, but he somehow managed, and opening the door to his apartment he let the creature down. “It’s not much, but I suppose it’s home. I hope you like it.”

[youngjofey]

crumbling dreams

@feydabin​

It wasn’t often that he got a chance to talk to witches outside of his own house or even outside those who were the closest to his own family. This was why Youngjo always looked forward to occurrences that would bring the bloodlines together equally, especially such as the festivities taking place this month. While here it felt as though things such as gender and lineage didn’t matter as everyone were simply gathered in the same interest of magic and exchanging knowledge. Or trying to snatch up each other’s dirty little secrets.

Seeing the overwhelming abundance of magical displays always both awed him and left him painfully aware of his own mortality and plainness. Although it wasn’t common knowledge and to most here he wasn’t simply any other witch, there were those who knew that he didn’t belong, and even worse, those who could sniff him out as an ordinary human being. For everyone knew that humans didn’t usually come here unless with a purpose, which most usually bounded in earning money on selling their blood.

Which was why Youngjo had spent all evening trying to get away from a particularly insistent vampire who didn’t seem to believe that no did not, in fact, mean yes.

“Hey, sorry but,” he began obviously out of breath, approaching a woman who would probably be more rational. With the hopes that she was a fellow witch, he held out his own book for identification. “I’m from house Kyegeum. Do you have any garlic on you? Or vervain?” His request should make it obvious what kind of creature he was trying to shy away from, but there was also the slight worry that she might think he was a hunter. Hopefully his book and word should be enough to prove against that...

[youngjofey]

sunny days

@feyhyeseong​

Seoul National University was big. Impossibly big. So big that one couldn’t even begin of learning the names of all the people in one’s own department let alone those in other. Yet, every once in a while one made acquaintances across colleges and circumstances. It had been a sunny day he remembered, perfect for sport’s day if not even a bit too hot once things got started. Youngjo himself had been on break from his own activities while watching the agriculture girls play volleyball, supposed to cheer for his own team, but his eyes repeatedly captivated by one figure on the opposing team.

That had been the start of everything and how he had come to know of the girl known as Jin Hyeseong. It was honestly a silly infatuation as he had simply been struck from the moment he saw her and knew nothing of her actual personality, and yet, every time he found a chance to, Youngjo would traverse to the cafeteria in the other building, all in hope of catching another glimpse of her, but all to no avail. 

Today was one such day. With the coming of may, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, the sun shining through the many windows and the would-be witch could feel beads of sweat form on his face from wearing too much clothes. Admittedly the hot drink in his hand probably didn’t help either, but he liked the coffee in this cafeteria. For a moment he considered getting someone to help him with a scrying spell, but the thought left his mind as quickly as it had come. After all, in the end what he hoped for was just one more chance encounter to see if she was really as pretty as his mind painted her out to be, but maybe it was for the better that he kept dreaming: sometimes dreams were better than reality.

About to give up, knowing full well that he had to leave soon if he had to make it back to his own college in time for the next classes to start, suddenly someone seated herself at his table just as he had risen from his own chair. “Ah--” he let out, eyes locked on the figure and mouth remaining slightly open in surprise. Of all the people it was her. Youngjo didn’t know what to say -- didn’t know what to do -- as he simply stood there and stared like some idiot.

[youngjofey]

feykijung‌:

( tw: blood, vomiting )

kijung was not so oblivious to the fact that this scene would be highly disturbing to a human– to most living creatures, actually. were their positions reversed, kijung himself might’ve flinched, if only due to the shock of it all. kijung didn’t expect any gratitude. he didn’t quite know what to expect, actually, though he figured he could count on overwhelming terror, and yes, indeed, he saw it all over the face of the one he just defended.

“yes,” he answered the question plainly, voice flat, quite inconsiderate of the sensitivity of this moment, no real urge to coddle the human in this moment of inevitable horror. elaboration necessary? yes, probably. instead of explaining, however, he just watched the human threw up, his own expression taut. it was a rational reaction, of course; sometimes, after so many years of blood and gore, he forgot the effect it had on those with innocent eyes. 

there was a moment they just stared at one another, each quiet, and kijung taking in the panic and disbelief in his eyes from here, at least before the human averted his gaze again. there was no real reason to linger, so kijung took one step, preparing to turn around and be on his way, but the other male gave him pause. herbs, he said. what a very witch-like thing to say. now that kijung thought about it, he did have a strange scent: overwhelmingly human in nature, but with hints of witch, like they rubbed off on him. now, kijung couldn’t help but wonder why. 

he watched as he picked up his book, still muttering to himself. headmistress? did he think he was a witch? his eyebrows furrowed, kijung perplexed by this sudden information presented to him, though it was really none of his business. the human was clearly ready to move on, so kijung should as well. he turned back around to take his leave, only for the human’s blundering steps to distract him.

he sighed, then turned to him once more, wandering over and offering him his hand as support. “you can lean on me,” he offered, though after saying it, he took the blood into account and realized the human likely wouldn’t take him up on that. still, after a moment: “do you want that heart for a spell? a potion?” where it might be a joke for others, for kijung, it wasn’t– not really, anyway. “you do know you’re not a witch, right? you smell like you’re around magic, not like you are magic.”

{ tw: blood }

This was stupid. Stupid legs not wanting to move. Stupid taste of sickness still remaining within his mouth. Stupid him for being so affected and letting himself remain wide open in front of someone who was a legit murderer. And even more so stupid murderer for pointing out what Youngjo already knew deep within his heart.

“Shut up,” he groaned helplessly, trying to fight his way back up onto his feet but miserably failing to do so. His eyes were fixated on the hand that was offered to him and for a moment he remained immobile, pondering. His mind locked on the scene that had just transpired, he could almost picture those slim pale fingers clutching a bloodied lump and honestly it didn’t help that it was still stained red despite the guy’s best attempts at wiping off the blood.

But did he really have any other choice right now? The last thing he wanted was to seem weak right now, even if the predator before him probably only saw him as a pathetic weakling who couldn’t even fend for himself. It wouldn’t be a wrong assumption but it wasn’t one that sat well with Youngjo who had so many issues acknowledging his own mortality and inability to perform what was expected of him. So the least he could do was grab the other’s hand and use it to pull himself up, supporting his weight on the frame that felt roughly the same size as him and yet still slimmer, smaller, but not to be mistaken for fragile.

Now closer to the perpetrator, he couldn’t help but let out another groan as the stench felt even more encompassing. He thought of the words that were most likely said in jest, giving them serious consideration. “A werewolf heart could probably grant access to powerful magic...” he muttered to himself, still finding it troublesome to actually speak to his ‘saviour’. But having to transport it was just gross so he ended up frowning at the thought.

It was a shame to let it go to waste all the same. He had to prove that he was just as much of a witch as those who could actually perform macig and thus, one hand shuffling through his shoulder bag, he took out a plastic container. “... Put it... in here...” he said, surprising himself. While his words came out as an order, his face was pleading for the creature to not force him any closer to that scene.

` * ∞ selene

[youngjofey]

Hello everyone! I just realised I never actually posted an intro post here. I go by Shino (they/them) and am your local Youngjae stan. 

My boy here, Bae Youngjo, might be as human as they come, but he grew up in a witch family, amongst witches and firmly believing he himself was a witch too. Now he knows better but knowing and accepting is two different things.

He currently DOES NOT have a familiar because obviously he’s not a witch even if he has all the same knowledge, but even if they can’t bond through the same methods, if any unbounded familiar muses are out there and could be interested in Youngjo hit us up and we can figure something out.

I’m really socially awkward and easily distracted so I haven’t replied to welcome messages and probably won’t. Instead, if you’d like a starter from my boy, comment on this post with a song! Please include artist because I use the songs as inspirational music when I write and sometimes it’s not obvious who made it haha

[youngjofey]

feyaero‌:

Aero had been a member of the Kyegeum house for generations. Ever since he bonded to his first witch, he’s been surrounded with the world of the magical and witchcraft. It both fascinated and scared him the things that witches could do - and more so when bonded.

Over time he had come to know many families and their stories. He had come to know many people and seen things many could only imagine. One person he had come to know through Kyegeum is Youngjo. The only things about everyone’s history that he knew was from his witch. Jinyoung was his current witch and his family weren’t always the most tune in to gossip. All he knew of Youngjo was his parents and that he had watched him grow up.

Spying the other from across the streets, Aero called to him, happy to be seeing a familiar face. He bounced over to the other happily and grinned once he was standing in front of him. ❝ Youngjo-ah! Long time, no see. Your aura is strong today. Is everything ok? ❞ He asked, concern taking over his face.

( @youngjofey​ )

Granted, although his family was under house Kyegeum it was virtually impossible to know every single witch born under the lineage or, like Youngjo himself, adopted in under different circumstances. Needless to say that even while sharing their familiar bonds all witches were different. Some remained peaceful and friendly towards one another, while others practiced elitism and prejudice towards especially those weaker and the outcasts. He had come to know this very well.

Which was why he preferred some witches over others. When a voice called out to him, he spotted someone he knew not particularly well but had seen quite a few times over the years of growing up. Familiars were always a curious species to Youngjo. Even though he himself had grown into an adult by now, Aero’s face were still the same as he remembered it from his childhood. He remembered the sentiment of longing, of wanting to bond, but perhaps even back then they had been able to sense his lack of potential. No, this was no time to think such thoughts. Youngjo was just as much of a witch as the one who was bonded to the guy before him, even despite his circumstances.

“Ah, yeah, it’s been a while!” he agreed, trying to mirror the enthusiasm with which he was greeted but feeling like he was coming short. It seemed like the other immediately picked up on this too much to his dismay. “No don’t worry about it, my thoughts were just running off with me. It’s no big deal. How’s Jinyoung doing? Been a while since I saw you guys.”

「₪ AURA ₪」

[youngjofey]

feykijung‌:

a month ago

( tw: blood/gore ) 

he is covered in blood with a heart in his hands. it isn’t poetic, no heartbroken, tortured metaphors– all literal, all grisly gore and necessary demise. if he was more deranged a vampire, with more self-serving priorities, he might take a bite of it, but he isn’t. instead, he tosses it back to the dead body of the wolf to whom it belonged, for his pack to find and mourn, unless he was alone. his alpha bore as much responsibility in this as kijung did, or, well– some of it, at least. 

kijung can never stay out of a fight that isn’t fair. there he is, always fighting for the underdog, and there he was, fighting a feral werewolf on the full moon for the sake of one. he was just a human, seemingly innocent, wrong place at the wrong time in a fight he was certain to lose. just as certainly: kijung should’ve minded his business. maybe he should’ve let the beast sink its teeth into his flesh– let him die or become a werewolf himself. maybe he should’ve prioritized safeguarding the secret of his true nature over becoming a knight in shining armor.

he didn’t want to be a hero. he didn’t want any acknowledgement. he just couldn’t stay out of a fight that wasn’t fair. (it didn’t feel right to let a human die when he could do something about it. throughout his life, he was powerless to save too many.)

he rubs his bloody hands on his pants to little avail, all of his clothes sufficiently soiled, and it’s then that the pain really sets in. kijung, too, is a little beaten and bruised, and while he’ll heal, it was the hardest he fought in years. in another universe, if he believed they existed, he might be the lifeless creature without a heart instead, both vampire and human lost to the abyss of gnashing teeth and wild instincts. 

he just looks at the human, uncertain of what to say. he’s never one for small talk anymore, nor pleasantries unless they’re required. are you okay is a stupid question, and he doesn’t feel chipper enough to introduce himself just yet. instead, there is a very important matter to attend to. 

“you can’t tell anyone you saw this.” if necessary, he does know an incredibly talented master vampire that can take the memory off of his hands. she’s quite a good therapist, too, and he gets the feeling this human will need one of the two after this.

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{ tw: blood, gore, emetophobia }

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The stench of blood and gore and death, filling the darkened night, almost feeling as though it was clinging to him, blaming him, for the deed he had not done but had caused with his mere presence. A witch if only in name Youngjo was no stranger to taking lives for the sake of his craft (at least his attempted craft) for many potions required the limbs and intestines of living beings.

But this... was different. This was no bat on a cutting board. This was a fully grown wolf, and even worse, one who lived half his life as man. He only knew of the creatures from the tales, never once having encountered one before -- at least not knowingly -- and somehow he didn’t in his wildest dreams imagine that his nightly herb gathering would put him in danger’s way.

And definitely not that someone else would take the brunt of the fight.

“Heart...” Youngjo gasped, the sweat pouring down his forehead. “Did you... did you just? Rip out his heart?” Barely had he spoken before realisation hit and he turned his head to the side, bile rising in his throat pressuring to make its way out. Through coughs he vomited what was left of his dinner up. An absolutely ungraceful sight, but faced with this creature of the night who obviously could not be neither human nor witch, grace was the least of his concerns.

Gasping for air, Youngjo turned his glance to the scene again, trying to take it in, but eventually had to retract his eyes from the corpse and the male smeared in blood. By appearance he seemed little more than a kid, far younger than the would-be witch himself which only caused it to be that much more disturbing.

Of course there was the chance that this was all simply a dream. Especially the fact that he was currently being threatened.

When faced with the illogical, it was basic human nature to either try and make sense of things or simply ignore what was going on. Youngjo, after some time, decided on the latter and tried to raise his body, eventually managing to stand up on shaky legs.

“Herbs...” he muttered, patted his body and looked around for the book he had dropped, a notebook he always carried around to take notes in his learning. Picking it up from the ground, he felt as though the best course of action would be to simply ignore the freaky heart-ripper dude for the time being and focus on his mission. “Gotta... get the rest of the herbs or the headmistress... will scold me...” But he only managed to stumble a few metres ahead before his legs gave out from under him.

` * ∞ selene

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