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elvendara · 3 months
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D&D Dungeon Master question. Help a fellow DM out here 😊
Any D&D Dungeon Masters on here? I'm planning an epic encounter in the Underdark and have the main boss and some extra bits, but I really want it to have some fun and surprises, any ideas?
I'm going to have a cave in and attempt (hopefully succeed) to split up the party. I'm adding some Flumphs scampering around to add difficult terrain (and see if the party will attempt to avoid them, or just trample all over them, RUDE).
Of course I'm throwing in Drow, Driders, an Umber Hulk (for that little bit of Drizzt flavor), an Ankheg, Intellect Devourer (shout out to Baldur's Gate), and some Bulettes.
I do love to add Mimics whenever possible too. Any ideas for traps or things that pop up in the Underdark? Any suggestion is very welcome!
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elvendara · 3 months
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D&D Dungeon Master question. Help a fellow DM out here 😊
Any D&D Dungeon Masters on here? I'm planning an epic encounter in the Underdark and have the main boss and some extra bits, but I really want it to have some fun and surprises, any ideas?
I'm going to have a cave in and attempt (hopefully succeed) to split up the party. I'm adding some Flumphs scampering around to add difficult terrain (and see if the party will attempt to avoid them, or just trample all over them, RUDE).
Of course I'm throwing in Drow, Driders, an Umber Hulk (for that little bit of Drizzt flavor), an Ankheg, Intellect Devourer (shout out to Baldur's Gate), and some Bulettes.
I do love to add Mimics whenever possible too. Any ideas for traps or things that pop up in the Underdark? Any suggestion is very welcome!
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elvendara · 3 months
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D&D Dungeon Master question. Help a fellow DM out here 😊
Any D&D Dungeon Masters on here? I'm planning an epic encounter in the Underdark and have the main boss and some extra bits, but I really want it to have some fun and surprises, any ideas?
I'm going to have a cave in and attempt (hopefully succeed) to split up the party. I'm adding some Flumphs scampering around to add difficult terrain (and see if the party will attempt to avoid them, or just trample all over them, RUDE).
Of course I'm throwing in Drow, Driders, an Umber Hulk (for that little bit of Drizzt flavor), an Ankheg, Intellect Devourer (shout out to Baldur's Gate), and some Bulettes.
I do love to add Mimics whenever possible too. Any ideas for traps or things that pop up in the Underdark? Any suggestion is very welcome!
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 10/JUMIN WEEK DAY 6
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Michael's Edition
10 October 2023—GRAVESTONE Jumin Week—Physical Touch
“That’s morbid.” Jumin said as he watched his wife step away from the headstone she’d just set on their front yard. It read ‘Jumin Han, beloved husband and father’ with a death date of the current year, beneath that it read ‘Lillie Han, beloved wife and mother’, with the same death date. “At least we died together apparently.”
“We did, in a car accident, quite tragic really.” Lillie quipped.
“And, how many children did we leave behind?”
“Five.”
“Five? Goodness, we’ve been busy.” He laughed. Lillie hugged him close, placing her hand between his shoulder blades. She could feel him shiver beneath her touch. The man was jelly in her hands.
“We have!”
“Who’s going to take care of them now?” he asked, the feel of her against his body sending a thrill through him as always.
“Hmm, maybe Yoosung?” she said.
“Yoosung? He can’t even take care of himself. He’d let them run all over him. I think not.” He laughed.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Yoosung would love them unconditionally, besides, he has Saeran to help.”
Jumin arched an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose our friends would step up wouldn’t they?”
“Yes, now, want to help me with Elizabeth 3rd’s gravestone too?”
“What?” he said, “She’s gone too?”
“Yes, she was in the car with us, we were taking her to the vet because she was sick. Thankfully driver Kim wasn’t driving, now that would be tragic.” She laughed.
“Ha ha, come back here. I think I need some intimacy after all of this tragedy.” He pulled her towards him cupping her face gently and kissed her. “I just need to feel you close my love.”
“I love you.” She said, gazing into his eyes. “Why don’t we go inside and maybe we can get started on those five kids.” She teased.
Jumin smirked as he scooped her up in his arms and headed into the house. “Let’s!”
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 9/JUMIN WEEK DAY 5
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Michael's Edition
9 October 2023—COFFIN
Jumin Week—Words of Affirmation
“Where do you think you’re going?” Lillie asked.
“Ah, you caught me.” Jumin sighed.
“Trying to slink off are you?” she took his arm gently with a slight smile.
“You know these things make me uncomfortable. Do we really have to show up?” he asked.
“I think there will be many disappointed people if you don’t show up.”
“Do I care about these people? A bunch of rich elites with nothing better to spend their money on.”
“It isn’t about them my love, it’s about the people who benefit from that money. Remember, you made sure 90% of the donations were to be used to fund all the social programs and not to fund the bureaucrats. And like it or not, you are the face of the organization. This dinner is more than just a celebration of you.”
“I know, I just…”
“Would rather spend your birthday at home?” she finished.
“Absolutely, just us, drinking wine and maybe taking a bath.” He sighed as he pulled her close.
“That sounds heavenly! And after the party we can absolutely do that. I promise I will make it worth your while.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“You are such an incredible man. Why don’t others see who you really are?”
“And what am I exactly?” he teased.
“A man who cares more for others than himself. Who does so much and expect nothing in return. Has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Would do everything within his power to help a friend even to the detriment of himself. And always, always expect to recognition or thanks.”
Jumin stepped away, his face blushing, as if he was trying to hide from her glowing accolades.
“You try to hide, but I know you my love. I know you don’t like accolades, abhor recognition for things that you feel have no need for recognition. But sometimes you need to allow others to shower you with love and appreciation.”
“This is a ridiculous award.” He said.
“Don’t think that way. Those you help have given it to you. They are merely showing you their appreciation. And they deserve to see you receive the commendation. I know the elite are an annoyance and merely give you pretty words because of your statis, but don’t forget those who genuinely see you as someone worthy of such praise.”
“You are correct. As always, what would I do without you? My sweet angel.” He kissed her affectionately.
“Then let’s get ready and head out. We will have a wonderful night. I promise!”
“I believe you. I shall endeavor to accept this award with humility and grace.”
“Both of which you have an abundance of.”
With a smile Jumin’s heart lifted, light and easy. The night would be wonderful indeed with his wife at his side. Her words filled him with love and comfort.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 8/JUMIN WEEK DAY 4
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Michael's Edition
8 October 2023—BOO! Jumin Week—Acts of Service
Jumin held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, trying not to let it slip.
“Just…I don’t…ahh…” the phone fell to the carpeted floor. He picked it up in frustration, letting go of the fake spiderweb he had been trying to stretch across the bookcase. “This is ridiculous, why did I even think I could do this?”
“Settle down Jumin, you can. Also, what was that muffled sound? What are you doing exactly?” Saeyoung asked through the phone speaker.
“Trying to pull apart this stupid web while still listening to you. I only have two hands you know.” He said.
“Uh, you know you can put the phone on speaker right?” Saeyoung joked.
“Oh, right.” He felt like an idiot. Hitting the speaker button on the phone he set it down on a side table. “OK well, what do I do after I finish with the web?” he asked.
“Change out the bulbs in some of the lamps, you got the purple bulbs right?”
“Yes, I bought everything on the list you sent me.”
“Really? Wow, you really are going all out aren’t you?”
“It’s Lillie’s favorite holiday, so I want to make it special, and I don’t want her to lift a finger this year, I just want her to enjoy it for the entire month.”
“You could have just paid someone to do it, you’re filthy rich after all.” Saeyoung laughed.
“That wouldn’t be the same. I want to do the work and see the look on her face.” He was aware that it likely would look much better if he hired someone to decorate, but, he knew Lillie well enough to know that she would love it all the more because of his effort. Though he hadn’t thought he would be fighting with fake spiderwebs.
“I think I can handle placing the items in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement, however, I might need help again in setting up the fog machine for the cauldron.”
“Sure, I’m here all day! Sounds like you have things well in hand.”
“Indeed, if I require more hands, I’ll simply ask my security team. Thank you again Saeyoung for the support and suggestions.”
“Any time! Make sure you take pic…uh, that Lillie takes pictures!” he laughed.
Jumin grunted as he hit end call on the phone. He’d gotten better at taking pictures, it wasn’t his fault that the stabilization on his phone was finicky.
He was meticulous in his arrangement of the décor, not a single surface was without a Halloween item. With Saeyoung’s help, he’d even been able to create an actual bubbling cauldron that wouldn’t create and environmental hazard in the apartment.
Hours, he had been working for hours and the setting sun outside reminded him that Lillie was due to arrive home soon. He checked his watch and saw that he had only minutes. He turned off any lights whose bulbs hadn’t been changed, turned on the cauldron, and lit the candles. Fairy lights were strung throughout the decorations giving the areas a ethereal quality. The scent of pumpkin spice and apple cider wafted through the room as well. Satisfied, all that was left to do was wait.
It didn’t take long before he heard the rattle of the front door, hiding behind it as it opened inwards he held his breath for his love’s reaction.
He heard Lillie inhale as the scenery caught her attention. She took a few steps inside, her head scanning the entirety of his labor. Quickly he slammed the door closed and jumped at her with a loud “BOO!”
Lillie screamed and turned, her hand already balled into a fist before noticing that it was her beloved.
“Jumin! You scared me!” heart racing she doubled over in relieved laughter.
“I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself.” He enveloped her into his arms and held her close as her heart regained equilibrium. “Do you like it?” he asked as he released her.
“Like it? I love it! How much did it cost to do this? You know I would have decorated myself.” She said, but her smile never left her face.
“Oh, well, the cost was only in supplies, I decorated.” Jumin said, running a hand through his thick black hair, a grin on his face. “Took several hours, but it was well worth it to see your reaction.”
“You…you did this? All by yourself?” she asked, turning to her husband, golden brown eyes wide.
“Saeyoung helped with some of the more intricate items, but I set it all up on my own. I just wanted to surprise you. I know how much you love this holiday and how hard you worked last year. I wanted you to just be able to enjoy the season this year and concentrate only on your costume for the party.”
“Party?”
“Absolutely, I think having a Halloween party here would be quite entertaining, don’t you?”
“Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!” Lillie threw herself on her husband and held him close, tears of joy filled her eyes and a wide smile plastered her face. “I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right now! Just…I…the thought and effort you put into all of this has me in tears. I love you so much Jumin.”
“I love you too. And I would do anything to see that radiant smile on your face for the rest of our lives.”
They kissed.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 7/ JUMIN WEEK DAY 3
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Michael's Edition
7 October 2023—VAMPIRE Jumin Week—Quality Time
Centuries passed in the blink of an eye. He lifted his hand to watch the reflection off the ruby on his ring. How long ago had he acquired this item? Too long ago for sure. With a sigh he stood and made his way to the window. Hiding in the shadows was easy, second nature. Pulling the curtain aside he narrowed his eyes at the intrusive light of the sun. It wouldn’t kill him, not now, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Even after all this time, he still remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin.
Turning away in a huff he marched towards the bedroom. This damned house felt like a prison, a self-imposed one, but still. Perhaps he should simply sleep and be done with it. But oh there was so much life out there! He grit his teeth, clenching his jaw. As a vampire he had lived many lifetimes, loved many, become richer than the gods, but now, now…he was exhausted.
He had sired no children when alive so there was no lineage he could care for. Those he’d loved had all grown old and died, some had abhorred him, calling him evil and cursing him, some had embraced him, begging to join him in undeath. All had torn his heart, what was left of it, in pieces. He wondered why he still had some shred of humanity when most of his kind had sloughed it off almost immediately. They laughed at him, at his continued need to act human.
He had left them long ago, to live fully among humans, but now, now that his latest love lay in the ground, rotting, for nearly a decade…he couldn’t muster the strength to care. The self-imposed isolation had come about from a desire to reset. He had begun to be lethargic, burdened by the constant loss. Sleep, it’s what a vampire did when becoming overwhelmed. He did not want to, but he knew enough to know that he needed to step back. To leave humanity and be on his own. To reevaluate what he wanted out of this continued existence.
And what did he want? An eternity of drinking wine and blood, of loving and losing? They all ended up in the grave as he watched them wither away. Tears sprang from his eyes as the faces of those he’d loved filled his head. All of them vibrant and vital, becoming slower and slower with age. Age that came all to quickly, in the blink of an eye. Why did he do that to himself? Why not turn one of them and have a companion forever?
He knew why, this existence was not one he would willingly foist on another, no matter how much he desired it. The one who had made him had done so for selfish reasons, and when even his presence no longer was enough, he’d left. Left Jumin alone to navigate his new existence. Those years, those decades had been devastating. He’d been no more than a hungry animal, running on instinct alone, surviving against his own will.
Once he’d mastered himself, he vowed to never take another life. And he’d held to that promise. Sustaining himself with animals might not be the most satisfying, but it was what he needed to do for himself.
Sitting once more he poured more wine into his cup and sipped it. Solitude is what he needed now. To think. To contemplate eternity and his place in it. A small smile played around his lips, time, he had plenty of that didn’t he?
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 6/JUMIN WEEK DAY 2
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Michael's Edition
6 October 2023—ENCHANTED FOREST Jumin Week—Receiving Gifts
“So this is what a 100 year old man looks like.” Lillie grinned as her husband woke.
He groggily looked at her and mirrored her grin. “Not too shabby huh?”
“Though perhaps the forest has more to do with it than good genes.” She laughed.
“Hey now! Don’t ruin the day before it begins.” He reached out and pulled her close, kissing her lushes lips as soon as they were within reach.
“Mm, happy birthday my love.” She said once he let her come up for air. “May the day bring you as much good fortune as you deserve.”
“Strong words, and powerful, you should be wary of throwing them around. What you believe I deserve and what the forest believes might be completely different.” She snuggled her head into his chest and sighed contentedly.
“Never. You have been nothing but kind and benevolent to any and all who reside withing the borders of the forest, non can deny that.”
“Perhaps, still…much better to be wary than not, lest an errant spell be cast without forethought.”
“Of course you’re right. I shall temper my words on this day of days.” Her fingers swirled along his naked side, stirring his groin. “We should rise don’t you think? There will be many visitors today I should think.”
“The sun has barely risen, but you are right, best we be ready to receive company.”
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic my love.”
“I know it is all meant in kindness and love, but it will be grueling, nonetheless. After all, I am nothing truly special.”
“How untrue that is!” Lillie rose on her elbow and glared at her husband, honey brown eyes as electrifying as the noonday sun, auburn hair splayed out across his pale chest. “I won’t hear that kind of talk today of all days.”
“I give!” Jumin laughed and held his hands up in surrender. “I will do as you say darling.” Grey eyes crinkled as his smile reached each ear.
“And you will enjoy the celebration tonight! No matter what! I command it! After all, it isn’t every day that one turns 100.” She straddled him and pulled him up to sitting, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.
“I will do as ordered.” He said, bringing their lips together once more before she deftly lept off him and the bed. With a sigh he reluctantly followed to get ready for the day.
Not even an hour later there was the first knock on the door. The cottage they shared was small, equal to their needs. The door was never locked, in fact, it didn’t even have one, anyone could just walk in, of course none ever did, that was simply impolite.
Jumin opened the door, a mushroom family stood in front of him, eager to gift him with the wreath of fresh flowers they had crafted. He smiled and knelt before them.
“How wonderful! Thank you!” they ducked their heads in reverence, a thing Jumin had tried to stop in the beginning, but had had no effect, so now he accepted it and bowed his own head in respect to them. Taking the wreath he hung it on the door. As he turned back to his front yard, he wasn’t surprised by the line forming, nor was he surprised by the gifts that had already been dropped off. Lillie stepped next to him, eyes aglow as they set upon the procession.
“Ready?” she asked, eyes scanning the myriad of forest creatures from dryads to treants, fairies to trolls, witches and warlocks, and everything in between.
“I suppose I have no choice.” He said, but his heart was light at the love put into the incoming gifts. He often felt unworthy of such things, but he never asked to rule the enchanted forest, the damned thing had chosen him and here they were. He knew the inhabitants cared for him as much as he cared for them. He was determined to make this a great day, not for himself, but for those who stood before him, and for his lovely wife as well.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 5/JUMIN WEEK DAY 1
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Michael's Edition
5 October 2023—VENUS FLY TRAP Jumin Week--Free Day
Jumin ran a hand through his dark hair, grey eyes flashing like a midnight storm.
“All right then, let’s try this again shall we?” he said irritably.
“I don’t know what the hell you want from me.”
“I want to know where you came from! How…just how are you talking?”
The large Venus Fly Trap simply hung its head and shrugged its leaves. “How am I supposed to fucking know? You’re the one with the big brain, figure it out.”
Jumin gritted his teeth. They’d been at it all night, ever since the last evening when this one plant had begun to grow unexpectedly until it was almost as tall as he was. It had startled him and he’d fell backwards, hitting his head on one of the pots, knocking himself out. When he’d come to, the plant hovered over him and he could swear it had been trying to figure out how to best eat him.
“Do you have to be so vulgar?” he asked.
“I don’t know, do you have to be so fucking stupid?”
“I’ve had enough.” Jumin’s shoulders dropped and he turned to take a long drink from his wine.
“Oh yes, because getting drunk always helps with making decisions.”
��And how exactly would you know what drinking does? You’re less than a day old.” Jumin spat.
“Maybe, but at least I know enough not to dull my wits.”
“What wits? You don’t even have a brain.”
“Are you sure about that? How else can I talk?”
“Then maybe I should check?” Jumin smirked.
“As if! You wouldn’t fucking dare!”
“Oh wouldn’t I? I know you’d eat me given the chance. Given that, I’d think you’d want me to get drunk. I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
The plant shrugged its leaves but said nothing.
“Was it something that I accidentally fed you? No, I’m very meticulous. Maybe there’s something in the water supply, hmm, that could be it, but then, why only you?” he mumbled to himself, thick strands of hair stuck out in every direction, frustration clearly written across his face.
“You know what, go ahead and drink yourself silly, the fermentation will season you up nicely. After all, we both know how this is going to end.” If it could, the Venus fly trap would smirk.
With a sigh Jumin rolled his eyes. There really was only one way this could end, with one of them dead. And it wasn’t going to be him.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 4
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Michael's Edition
4 October 2023—MUSHROOM
Yoosung chopped mushrooms as he hummed to himself. He’d probably chopped too many, but he could save them for dinner. Green onions were next and then some tomatoes. Grabbing a bowl he cracked six eggs into it and began to whisk.
“What ya doin?” Saeran asked as he plopped down on a stool at the counter.
“Making some omelets.” The blond responded.
“Can I help?” asked Saeran.
“Uh, no.” Yoosung smiled at his red-headed boyfriend and continued to cook, heating up the pan.
“Come on! I can do something.” He pleaded.
“Sure, can you get me the cheese.” Yoosung relented. Saeran jumped off the stool and did as he was bid.
“There, now we’re working together.”
Yoosung laughed and nodded.
After breakfast, which was a delicious as always, they went their separate ways. Yoosung to the vet clinic, Saeran to Saeyoung’s shop, as he’d said he would help him out with a large order.
Dinner time Yoosung decided to make some beef stroganoff after remembering the extra mushrooms. When he went into the refrigerator to grab them, he didn’t find them chopped up. They were once again in their original packaging, as if he hadn’t used them that morning. Confused, he assumed Saeran bought more, no big deal. He shrugged and grabbed the package, this time using the whole thing.
In the morning he once more hummed to himself as he began breakfast. Having forgotten about the mushrooms, he was surprised to see a new package in the fridge. Or was it the same package? He grabbed it and went into the bathroom where Saeran was brushing his teeth.
“Did you buy these?” he asked, a little too aggressively.
“Hmm?” Saeran furrowed his brows, glancing at Yoosung through the mirror and bending over to spit. Wiping his mouth he turned.
“These mushrooms, did you buy them?” it was an accusation.
Bemused, Saeran shook his head, “No, why would I? I don’t usually buy food unless its junk food.” He chuckled, then fell silent as he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face. Amethyst eyes a bit crazed. “Yoo? What’s wrong? This isn’t about some mushrooms is it?”
“Of course it’s about the mushrooms! They keep coming back and I haven’t bought any.”
“What are you talking about?”
Yoosung explained how they kept coming back.
“That doesn’t make sense. Just, throw them away and we’ll see if they return tonight OK? You’ll see, it’s just some silly misunderstanding or something.” Saeran took the package from Yoosung, who clung to them for a few seconds before relinquishing them.
“Fine, but take out the garbage, I don’t want them in the house.”
“Got it.” Saeran took the mushrooms and dumped them in the garbage can, then took the bag and walked out with it through the kitchen. Yoosung watched every movement, making sure Saeran didn’t have an opportunity to keep the package in the house.
A shiver ran down his spine as the door closed behind the other man and he suddenly felt foolish. All this over a package of mushrooms? It was ridiculous.
“Why don’t we play hooky today and go out?” Saeran suggested when he came back inside. Yoosung couldn’t help himself, he eyed his boyfriend from head to toe to make sure he hadn’t hidden the package. Shaking his head he closed his eyes, a headache beginning behind them.
“No, I can’t. I have too many appointments today. But, we can go out to breakfast instead.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let me finish getting ready, OK?”
“Yeah.” Saeran kissed Yoosung’s forehead as he pressed him into a short hug before proceeding to the bedroom.
With a sigh Yoosung grabbed his things and headed outside to the vehicle. He tried to stop himself but he lifted the lid of the garbage can to make sure the bag was in there. Hating himself even more, he opened it. Sure enough, the mushrooms were there. It still didn’t feel good enough, but unless he wanted to take the bag into the car, there wasn’t much else they could do.
The day was stressful, and he found himself being short with his staff. Apologizing, he tried to just make it through without anyone quitting. Saeran met him at the door when he got home and embraced him.
“How was your day?”
“Terrible! I’m just glad to be home.” He arched an eyebrow questioningly.
“Last time I checked, there weren’t any mushrooms in the fridge.” He said.
“You think I’m crazy don’t you?” Yoosung sighed, setting his things on the side table next to the door.
Saeran closed the front door behind him and shook his head. “Of course not.”
“Well, I guess I should get dinner started.” Yoosung said reluctantly.
“Why don’t we go out for dinner?” Saeran suggested.
“No, no, it’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.” They both entered the kitchen and stood before the refrigerator. A minute went by before Yoosung got up the courage to put his hand on the handle. With a deep breath he yanked it open.
In the crisper, clear as day, was a package of mushrooms.
“No way!” Saeran yelled. He turned on his heels and ran outside to the garbage can. Yoosung right behind him. He yanked the lid off and opened the bag, the mushrooms were gone.
“Did, did you…?” Yoosung begun. Saeran shook his head.
“Of course not, I wouldn’t…I swear…” they stared in disbelief.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 2
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Michael's Edition
2 October 2023—TOAD
“Shut up!” Yoosung threw his pillow towards the window knowing full well it did no good.
“Wha…what’s wrong?” Saeran turned towards his boyfriend in groggy confusion.
“That stupid toad!” Yoosung ran his fingers aggressively through his blond hair, resisting desperately his desire to yank his golden strands in frustration. “It’s been a week! I can’t get any sleep!” he swung his feet off the bed and stomped towards the window, throwing it open. The sound was louder and harsher.
Saeran sighed and left the warm and comfort of the bed as well. He yawned and stretched as he walked towards the younger man, setting his hand on his shoulder. “Come back to bed.” He whispered and kissed his neck.
“How can you sleep with this racket?”
“Just ignore it.”
“Ignore it? How? I’m going to find you, you little shit! And I’m going to squish you!” he yelled out of the window.
The toad croaked loudly as if calling his bluff. In fact, a cacofally exploded, as if it called in its friends to serenade the irritated blond. Saeran couldn’t help it and he let out a laugh.
“E tu Brute?” Yoosung scowled as he turned towards the red-head.
“I’m sorry, but that sounded planned! And I just got an image in my head of a toad in the center of other toads as they discussed how to annoy you the most.” He couldn’t stop laughing.
“I hate you.” Yoosung snarled as he grabbed his pillow and a blanket.
“Where are you going?” Saeran asked, closing the window and curtains tight.
“In the living room! Maybe I won’t be able to hear them in there. Good night!”
“Come on babe! Just put some music on, or your earplugs. Don’t leave me in this cold bed alone!” he pleaded.
Yoosung just waved at him as he walked out the bedroom door.
“Damn it!” Saeran frowned, glaring at the window as the chorus of toads continued their midnight concert.
In his bedroom, Saeyoung, Saeran’s twin and all around prankster, slept soundly, a soft smile on his face as he dreamed about the tiny speakers he’d set up outside of Saeran and Yoosung’s bedroom after Yoosung had complained about a single night of a toad keeping him awake.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1
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Michael's edition
1 October 2023—GHOST
He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.
Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.
There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.
An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.
His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.
“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.
He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?
A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.
“Jumin…”
“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.
“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.
“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.
She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.
“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.
“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.
“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”
“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.
“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.
“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.
Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.
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elvendara · 6 months
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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1
@mysme-fictober
Michael's edition
1 October 2023—GHOST
He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.
Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.
There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.
An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.
His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.
“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.
He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?
A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.
“Jumin…”
“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.
“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.
“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.
She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.
“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.
“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.
“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”
“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.
“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.
“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.
Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.
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elvendara · 7 months
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AU-gust day 21
21 Aug 23 Coaches
“Hi, are you MC?” Yoosung asked. He wrung his hands nervously.
“Yoosung?” she asked.
He nodded his blond head and sat down. There was a cup of coffee in front of her and a plate with a slice of banana bread.
“So, what exactly are you looking for in a life coach? You’re still so young.” She said as she stirred sugar into her coffee.
“Looking at it from the outside my life seems great, on a rising trajectory, but, I feel like I’m falling and just grasping at straws that break as soon as I close around them. I don’t even know if what I’m striving for is what I want, and what I want I don’t know how to get.”
“Explain.”
Before saying anything, the waitress brought his order and set it in front of him. He thanked her and turned back towards the brunette.
“Well, I wanted to be a vet because of my cousin, but I realized I don’t really want to and I was just doing it for her. I feel guilty though. I’ve wasted my parent’s money and…”
“I see. Why would you go into something you weren’t interested in?”
“I really looked up to my cousin. She taught me a lot about self-sacrifice and empathy. Her dog became sick and the vet recommended he be put down as the only merciful thing to do. I hated him because he made her cry. She refused to listen and took the dog home where he lived in pain and suffering for another few months before he finally died. I realized the vet was right eventually. It would have been more merciful. But then, Rika always thought more about what she wanted than what was good for anyone else. I realized that too. I was wrong about her. Her kindness was nothing more than narcissistic attempts to have accolades heaped on her. Everything she did was for selfish reasons.
“Unfortunately, it took me too long to figure it out and now I feel stuck.”
“Sounds awful, I’m sorry you went through such a difficult realization. So, if you don’t really want to continue with your veterinary studies, what do you want?”
“That’s what I need you for! I have NO idea who I am really. I followed Rika around like a lovesick puppy and did what she told me to do. When I try to think about what it is that I want or like, there’s just…nothing.” He shook his head in dismay.
“I see, well, I guess I can work with that. But you also said that you wanted help in getting what you actually want?”
“Ah, yes…as to that…I’m talking about my love life…or more like…lack of it.”
“I can do a lot of things, but I’m not a matchmaker.” MC shook her head in regret. “Love isn’t something that can be manufactured or manipulated. You can manifest all you want, but it takes two…as they say.” She shrugged.
“Yes, yes, I understand. I just need…well…advice on how to talk to…someone…” his face was flushed.
“Oh, I see. Ok, tell me about her.” She leaned in, curious and ready to take notes.
“Him actually.” Yoosung said, his face lighting up. “He’s amazing! Smart and sweet, well, sweet when you get past his gruff and crusty exterior.” He laughed, MC joined, getting caught up in his giddiness.
“He has this gorgeous, thick red hair, beautiful mint green eyes, slim, athletic build. He loves to read, speaks I don’t know how many languages, gardens and can talk your ear off about flowers and plants. I literally have no idea what he’s saying most of the time, but I could listen to him all day.” He stopped when he realized he was gushing.
“He does sound amazing. So, what’s the problem?” MC sat back and watched the blond.
Yoosung ducked his head and sighed. “I…I don’t know if he likes me that way. I mean, sometimes it feels like he does, but…” he shrugged. “He could do so much better than me. I’m a mess and not that smart. I don’t care about plants, and I only know two languages. The only books I read are manga and fan fiction of LOLOL. I don’t think I’m a good match for him.” He shrugged and looked incredibly dejected.
MC leaned over the table again, “Listen, we can work on you. Figure out who you are before tackling your love life. But honestly Yoosung, people don’t ever stop growing, changing, but I think we can get you on your feet enough that you can continue the journey on your own. Let’s work together.”
“Really? I’d like that. I really feel silly getting a life coach for this, but I just don’t know where to start.”
“I just want to make it clear that I will not be telling you what to do or how to think. I will however, help you in figuring those things out for yourself. You will be the driving force, so don’t feel like you have to give me answers you think I want to hear. This journey is about you!” she held out her hand and he shook it, gratefully.
“Thank you. I’m excited to find out about me. The real me!” he said.
“Me too!”
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elvendara · 7 months
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AU-gust day 18
18 Aug 23 Time Travel
It was lonely. Living away from humanity, from the hub of life. But what other choice did he have? He was a man out of time and barred from interacting for fear that he might taint the timeline. The only problem was…that guy that kept showing up!
“You’re never going to grow anything like that.” Saeran sighed and shook his head, standing he turned to look at the blond.
“You’re back. I told you…”
“Yeah yeah yeah, but I couldn’t let you die out here.” The blond laughed and knelt by the garden. Well, what could laughably called a garden. Saeran had tried to hoe in parallel rows, but they ended up pretty halfhazardly. “You really should put the herbs in smaller planters so you can move them away from the harshest rays of the sun.” Setting his huge backpack down next to him, he actually pulled out four clay pots.
“I…I don’t neet you help.” Saeran growled, knowing it fell on deaf ears. All his technology and he was banned from using any of it, just in case anyone saw him or found it once he was dead. Most of it was buried deep in the ground. Sure, some day someone might find it, but by then it would only be a strange mystery, hopefully humanity would be long past his technology.
“And remember, don’t drench them with water. You should water out here early morning or evening, so the sun doesn’t evaporate most of the water.”
Yoosung, his name was Yoosung. He’d introduced himself the first time they’d met, even though Saeran had made it perfectly clear he wasn’t interested in a friendly chat. After that, he hadn’t been able to get rid of him, even out here in the middle of nowhere. Every few weeks he showed up again.
They could sure use someone this persistent on his ship. His eyes wandered to the skies once more, wondering about his brother. Saeyoung would never give up on finding him, no matter what. But there was no guarantee. The accident that sent him hurling into the past wasn’t something that could be easily recreated, but it wasn’t impossible, and after all, his brother was a genius. Either way, it was the only hope he had, technology in this age wasn’t nearly as advanced as he needed it to be to attempt getting back on his own.
“Might as well stay for lunch.” Saeran said and walked back into his small, poorly erected home. More like a shack really. He should try harder to keep the man away, but he was so lonely. He’d already been here almost five years. Yoosung had shown up in the past year.
Ten minutes later Yoosung walked in and straight to the sink to wash his hands.
“All done, now your garden looks like a proper one.” He grinned. The smile was contagious and Saeran couldn’t help but smile back. He set the bowls down with the vegetable stew and sat.
“Hey, not bad, I was ready to spit it out.” Yoosung laughed.
“Ha ha. You’re lucky I gave you anything.” Saeran answered.
“True. You’ve never been this nice to me before.”
“I figured if I wasn’t going to get rid of you anyway, might as well make it a more pleasant exchange.” He shrugged.
“Hah! I knew you’d come around. You know, I could help you fix the place up. I’m not great with a saw and hammer, but I can follow direction pretty well.” He offered.
“You should really…” he stopped, knowing it wouldn’t matter what he said. Yoosung was going to keep coming back. And he admitted to himself, he wanted him to. “OK, fine, but if you’re going to help, you might as well set up outside so I can have easy access to you at all times.”
Yoosung’s eyebrows went up.
It took Saeran a few seconds to realize that what he’d said could insinuate. “You…you know what I mean!” he stuttered.
Yoosung laughed and winked at him, “Too bad.” Saeran blushed, flustered he buried his head in his bowl.
Life here was primitive to what he was used to. Living was more difficult, but, some things would never change, one of those things was companionship. And…love.
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elvendara · 7 months
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AU-gust day 17
17 Aug 23 Fallen Angel
Pain. So this is what it feels like. No wonder human lives are so unpleasant. How do they continue to survive? Not only that, but to thrive. Well, at least some of them. The air whooshed around him as he fell. His eyes no longer saw the majesty of heaven. Pristine garments now ripped to shreds, stained with blood. Red, so red.
Brilliant gemlike eyes closed, blinking, blurring. Tears, these were tears, yet another new sensation to process. He’d never bled before, never cried before, never fell before. This was his punishment for daring to question, for daring to defend God’s creations.
Turning his newly formed physical body he faced towards the earth he plummeted to. Heart beating so fast it felt as if it would bore a hole out of his chest. Death came for him and he welcomed it, his only regret was that he had never been more curious about these earthlings, their lives, their perspectives, their emotions. Their concept of love and devotion.
He didn’t close his eyes as the green of the canopy of trees came into view. Kept them open as his body was struck and ripped by the branches. He finally closed his eyes when a branch impaled itself just beneath his left eye, the pain barely registered at this point. When he hit the ground he expected to extinguish. He didn’t. Laying face down he groaned and tried to move. His body did not react. Giving up he finally passed out from the pain and trauma.
Pain. It returned. Someone, somewhere, was moaning, voice reverberating without any coherent words. It took mere seconds before realizing the sounds were coming from him. He lay on his side and when he tried to shift positions, the ensuing instant jab of pain reminded him of his missing wings. Chopped off at the shoulder blades. Now they were nothing but bloody nubs, yet he could still feel the phantom wings. More tears flowed, salty and seemingly never ending. Why, why was he still alive?
“You’re awake.” Someone said. His eyes flew open, amethyst orbs flashing, ready to fight, but he no longer held the power of the heavenly host. No longer bore the weapon that had made many fear his coming. He was impotent now, alone, afraid.
Before him knelt a man, early 20’s with red hair and mint green eyes.
“Are you hungry?” he asked hesitantly.
He wanted to answer that of course he didn’t need sustenance, how vile, when his stomach made a most embarrassing sound. It felt hollow, and…well…hungry. With a sigh he nodded and attempted to sit. A wave of nausea overwhelmed him and he had to lay back down.
“Take it easy, slowly.” The man took his arm and helped him to sit. He finally noticed that he was not on the ground but in a well-furnished room. He lay, now sat, on a dark brown sofa. Incredibly comfortable, if only he didn’t hurt all over.
He tried to speak, but nothing came out but a croak, clearing his throat, he tried again.
“Thank you.” His voice no longer held authority, no longer sang with the song of the angels. But then, he was no longer counted among the divine. Stripped of it all.
The man, after making sure the, no longer an angel, was sitting securely, stood and walked to the kitchen. His nostrils flared as the smell coming from it finally reached him. Saliva built in his mouth, and he would have been a drooling mess if he hadn’t remembered that you were supposed to swallow.
Before long the man brought him a bowl of something that smelled divine. Divine having a very different meaning now. Before thinking about it, he tipped the bowl and swallowed it down, choking somewhat as there were chunks of vegetables in it. He slowed and began to chew before swallowing.
The red-haired man looked stunned, standing there with a spoon in one hand. “I guess you don’t need this.” He said as he took a seat on one of the chairs next to the sofa.
“Uh, sorry, I didn’t…didn’t know…how…” he felt heat rise in his body.
“Nothing to be sorry about. Would you like some more?”
Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded and held out the empty bowl. The red-head laughed and took it to refill.
“So, who are you?” he asked after giving him the bowl again.
“Ang…” he stopped. After all, he was no longer an angel of God. “Fallen, I’ve…fallen.” No longer having an appetite he set the bowl down on a table in front of him.
“I saw that. Fallen angel?” he asked.
“Yes, fallen from grace, from Heaven on high. A disgrace. I…am…alone.”
“Not alone. Never alone.” The man stood once more and removed his shirt, turning, the newly fallen angel beheld that between the man’s shoulder blades, were very recognizable nubs.
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AU-gust day 14
14 Aug 23 Wizards & Witches
Saeran lay in Yoosung’s arms, red hair tickling the blond’s nose. He inhaled and squeezed tighter, remembering the first time they’d seen each other. Yoosung was once again following a furry friend through the grey landscape of the city. He’d cast a spell on the rodent so no one could see him. There was fear and anxiety as they ran through the streets. Something was wrong, someone, somewhere was in trouble.
As he followed the rodent into the dark and nosceous inducing alley, he came to a complete stop and slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. The smell was unbearable. The rodent, noticing Yoosung had stopped following him, returned and stood on its hind legs, nose twitching.
“I know, I know. Just…give me a sec.” he pulled a handkerchief, thank you mom for insisting he always carry one, and wrapped it around his head. The smell was a bit more bearable though he tried to take only short quick breaths.
They took off again and soon enough he heard a small cry in the darkness. Slowing down he approached tentatively. Shadows covered the area, light only slightly filtering in from the waning sun, but there, huddled in a corner between a dumpster and the wall was a small child. The boy looked up, startled as Yoosung approached.
Yoosung guessed he was about his own age, but so frail looking that he was afraid a single touch would shatter him. The large amber eyes staring back at him were frightened, and he tried to scooch his body further away but there was nowhere left to go.
“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stopped walking forward and squatted in front of the boy. Closer inspection showed that his hair was a vivid red under the grime. His lip was split but the blood was already dry. He had a black eye that looked fresher and some bruising on his arms and legs with varying degrees of healing.
Living in the city with a decent family Yoosung had not been privy to much of the darker aspects of society, but since his magic had manifested, he had seen more than he cared to in his 13 years of life. More than enough for an entire lifetime. Whoever had beat the boy, it looked to be an ongoing occurrence. Most likely culprits would be his own parents. The thought boiled his blood.
He sat and took out a chocolate bar he had been saving for after dinner.
“Are you hungry?” he held out the bar halfway between them and waited. The boy wiped his tears, creating another streak of filth across his cheeks. He blinked at him and hesitantly reached out, ready to recoil in an instant. The body language made Yoosung clinch his jaw with anger at how unfair life was.
The rat climbed up Yoosung’s leg and onto his shoulder. He could feel the satisfaction raidiating off his body. The boy’s eyes widened even more at the sight.
“This is…well…I guess he doesn’t have a name, but, he’s my friend. He led me to you because he was worried.”
“About me?” his voice was soft and angelic.
“Mmhmm.” Yoosung nodded. “Would you like to pet him?”
“Can I?” the chocolate was forgotten in the curiosity of something new. Yoosing picked up the rat and set it gently on the boy’s lap. He smiled with genuine delight, as if he’d never seen anything like it. He pet the rat and it snuggled close.
“Saeran!” a voice interjected into the darkness.
“Oh! That’s my brother, I…I should go…thank you.” He said and stood, handing the rat back. They were close, almost eye to eye. Yoosung didn’t want to leave, but what else could he do? The boy walked away, looking back once and waving. He saw another boy at the end of the alley waiting, as Saeran reached him, he embraced him and it set Yoosung at ease, this was not the cause of his hurt. He himself sighed and walked away.
The next time was the same, and the time after that. Three times his furry friends led him to Saeran. The fourth was the last, almost 5 years since the third time. Again, he lay in a dark alley, having been beaten badly. It was as if he didn’t care what happened to him. Yoosung had taken him home and cleaned him up.
His furry friends had grown since the first time and his apartment was full of animals that came and went as they pleased.
“How do you always know where to find me?” Saeran had asked.
“I put a spell on you the first time we met.” Yoosung answered.
“Of course you did.” He sighed with a weak smile as he sat on the sofa. “Why bother with me at all?”
“Someone has to, and my friends would never let me hear the end of it.”
“Why do they care?” he eyed the array of animals before him, hands itching to dig into fur. The dog obliged, laying its head on his lap happily. With a sigh Saeran gave in to his impulse, why was petting a dog so satisfying?
“They’re very good judges of character and have an incredible sense of justice if you can believe that.” Yoosung gave Saeran a cup of tea and they sat mostly in silence.
They’d been together ever since. Saeran stayed and they built a life together. He never thought much about his magic, didn’t really use it for more than communicating with the animals and to help those around him when he was able, but he was more than thankful that it had brought him the love of his life. He kissed the top of Saeran’s head, and the man sighed in his sleep, snuggling more, as if he was trying to meld into Yoosung’s body. He laughed and closed his eyes.
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