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August had come to watch the archery class plenty of times, dreaming of joining in. His parents would never allow him to, they said there were more important things to learn, like how to run a business and be successful. They demanded a lot from him and fun and his enjoyment was not on that list. So instead, he'd watch the class and practice on his spare time. Years ago, one of the elders back home had given him their bow after they'd seen how interested in it he was; ever since, he'd practiced endlessly in the forest and even learned to make his own arrows.

Today was no exception. He'd watched half of the class, arriving a little late because of a class of his own. This time he'd paid extra attention on one person though; Baekhyun. He was now able to connect the face to the name his best friend had spoken plenty of times; that was Yeosang's roommate. Ethirdil knew him. He hadn't expected the circles to be so small- and yet somehow the two had never really crossed paths.

He owed Baekhyun though, big time. He'd been a big part of saving the fairy from whatever those creepy things were that had captured him in the first place. August was so grateful about it, yet he hadn't had the chance to thank him properly. So he waited until the class was over to speed walk over to him before he could get away, grinning widely when he reached him. "Hi!" he greeted brightly. "August," he pointed at himself, unsure whether the other would recognise him without the blood, dirty hair, and teary eyes. He'd been a proper mess last time. "Wanna grab lunch? A drink? It's on me, I kinda owe you a thanks."

@baekhyunx-ia

Sunsprite & sunshine ~ august & baekhyun

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Sunsprite & sunshine ~ august & baekhyun

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⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ love languages, part two: quality time.

add [ reverse ] to change sender and receiver's roles. can be used for platonic interactions too!

[ activity ] sender agrees to do something that they're not necessarily interested in, but know that receiver likes.

[ arcade ] sender takes receiver to an arcade.

[ art ] sender and receiver go to a gallery together.

[ beach ] sender and receiver have a beach day.

[ berries ] sender and receiver go berry picking.

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together.

[ dance ] sender and receiver dance together.

[ gardens ] sender and receiver spend an afternoon at a local garden/butterfly park/etc.

[ first ] sender surprises receiver by recreating their first meeting/first date.

[ fort ] receiver comes home to find sender has made a blanket fort for them.

[ market ] sender and receiver attend the farmers' market together.

[ picnic ] sender takes receiver out for a picnic. ( could be combined with some of the other prompts. )

[ spa ] sender and receiver have a spa day together.

[ skating ] sender takes receiver ice skating, and for hot chocolate afterwards.

[ stargazing ] sender takes receiver stargazing.

[ roadtrip ] sender takes receiver on a roadtrip without revealing their destination.

[ tea ] sender takes receiver to a fancy tea shop, for coffee and cake.

[ zoo ] sender and receiver spend a day at the zoo, giving all the animals silly names.

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August looked around himself when he was told Zitao had already figured the fairy part out, his grin wide as ever when he looked back at the other; the guy didn't seem to mind it. "I find it hot," he replied to the screws and motor-oil. While he couldn't do much with those himself, he at times dreamt of a bad guy with a bike taking him away, dreaming up an entire scenario of himself watching a handsome man work on said bike all greasy while he watched and maybe brought some lemonade.

"Had?" he asked without even thinking whether it was insensitive or not, his attention quickly moving back to the puppy as he cooed at the little thing when it opened its eyes. He made a little squeak in the back of his throat from sheer cuteness aggression when he was barked at and he quickly dropped to one knee, holding out his hand for the pup to inspect. It might be an android but androids were very advanced these days, were they not? He assumed so anyway, being with a Naum and all.

"It's so adorable," he breathed out, patting the pup's head. Truthfully, he wanted to take the little android in his arms and squeeze it until its head popped off but that was just how he'd learned to show affection; by squeezing things and people as tight as he could. He had also had to learn to hold that back a little. "What all can she do?"

"Oh," he looked up at his new roommate again, feeling his heart practically swell with joy; Zitao seemed like such a good roommate already. "Oh!" he repeated, more high-pitched this time, springing back onto his feet. "My family is in the produce business! We grow our own fruits and vegetables and sell them- I should bring you some from home next time I visit! They're the most fresh things you could ever try," he said proudly. It, of course, was not why they had risen to a certain degree of fame, but he was still extremely proud of what they could make with their hands and a little magic.

"I wasn't going to- wait, you have weapons?!" there was a mixture of shock and awe in his voice, "what kind of weapons?" and just like that, he'd become distracted from the thought of unpacking.

Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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Wooyoung throwing ass, as Wooyoungs do

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Their conversation on the phone had been short, mainly because August didn't want his roommate to wake up to his intense whispering and he was freaked out enough to not be able to contain his pacing, nor was he able to form a clear thought after barely being awake for a few minutes before he'd called. After he'd been told he could come over ( so angels weren't heavy sleepers ), he'd slid out of the bathroom and gotten dressed, taking any shortcut he could to get to Steve as quickly as possible. He wasn't being chased in any way but the hairs on the back of his neck were still standing up.

He entered the office like he'd ran, even if he hadn't. He was simply out of breath because of the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "Thank you," he said as he entered, thankful that he could see Steve at such an early hour. Or late, depending on one's sleep schedule. He sat down on the familiar chair he'd sat on before under such similar circumstances. Last time he hadn't had much time to focus on the office's interior- not that he could this time either but he did notice the pile of work the other already had. Would he have time to help him?

He clutched the glass that was given to him but waved off the offer of a cigarette; he might find the smell on someone hot as ever, but he didn't enjoy smoking himself much. To calm his nerves, he took a quick gulp of soju. "Something bad is going on, I can feel it," he said after the taste of it had dissipated slightly. Not every detective would look into things based on feelings but August's stiff body language signaled he was serious. "I haven't heard back from Ethir- and it made me think of something. I had a bad dream and I'm scared it's not just that," he chewed on his lower lip, his features contorted with worry as he looked at the angel first, then looked down at his glass, rubbing the rim with his index finger nervously.

"Ethir never just disappears, he's too chatty for that. And I haven't heard of him in a while and it's very unlike him and I'm scared that it has something to do with my uncle because I keep dreaming about him and I dreamt of Ethir just now and-" he was rambling faster than he could even process what was coming out of his mouth, not even taking a breath.

He's been gone since yesterday ~ august & steve

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Ever since the disappearance of his uncle, something hadn't sat right with him. Something felt off and he could feel it in the pit of his stomach even when he wasn't specifically thinking about it. His parents had been incredibly secretive about it and cut him off instantly if he tried to ask anything, reducing him back into a child who had no knowledge of the business of adults.

It had raised some insecurities in him. Even now, months later, he couldn't wipe the image of that house out of his mind. The owlite they found- August had been to see them a few times and they were adjusting to a new life now but it was painful to witness. He'd dreamt of his uncle a few times and every time he woke up spooked, fearing his dreams tried to tell him something.

Were they really that similar? Would August end up doing something bad too? Would he end up doing anything to gain their ancestor's favour? He feared he would. Because just like his uncle, he was the odd one out who had to work harder to be a part of the family. He could see that in his mother's eyes sometimes, how she looked at him. Like she knew he was straying away from the righteous path. It scared him. All of it. He feared disappointing his family and even more his ancestors.

He woke up from another bad dream with a gasp, holding a hand on his throat as he tried to recover from the feeling of being strangled. Something definitely wasn't right. He took his phone from the bedside table and lit up the screen which told him it was just past 3am. He was trembling from the dream that had hardly made any sense but left him shaken anyway.

He opened his messages and scrolled through them. There were multiple unread ones from different people he knew and buried underneath them there was his chat with Ethir. He'd dreamt of his fiance just now. He couldn't remember what it was specifically but he felt like he needed to check up on him. Then the realisation hit him; he hadn't heard of the other in a while. If they didn't see each other, they at least texted. August wasn't usually worried because even if they had an arrangement, it wasn't like they were together. Ethir was out there living his life while August lived his.

But his recent messages had been left unread, unanswered. No matter where Ethir was, he didn't usually go entirely MIA. Something swirled in the pit of his stomach and for a moment he worried he was going to be sick. It was still dark in his room when he slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom, keeping the lights off. He paced there for a while, trying to think of what to do and why he was so on edge in the first place, until he couldn't take it anymore and dialed the only number he could think of for this kind of scenario. Hopefully angels weren't heavy sleepers.

"Hi. I need your help," he said with a small voice as soon as he heard the line click, hoping the other had picked up and it hadn't gone to voicemail.

He's been gone since yesterday ~ august & steve

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He's been gone since yesterday ~ august & steve

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For a split second he felt a flash of oh no, not again when the first thing he saw as he spotted his new roomie was the glare on their face. He hadn't realised, nor was he going to realise right now, how much feeling unwelcomed in the past had affected him, that moment already forgotten when he saw a smile on the other's face. "Hi," he greeted back, practically hopping into the room and closing the door after himself. He was grinning for ear to ear, his eyes sparkling as he took the other in.

It was like all his prayers were answered. The other was tall and incredibly handsome. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to contain himself but the shedding of glitter as his body buzzed was a dead giveaway that he was excited. "August," he introduced himself, remembering his manners as he bowed back just like his parents had taught him to whenever they were in professional settings. "August Tabris," he corrected himself then, "the descendant of the ethereal faeries." Being away from his family for as long as he had had definitely taught him bad manners. They were required to introduce themselves formally, not simply by first name. He could practically feel a slap on the back of his head from his ancestors.

"Have you lived by yourself for a long time? I see my boxes already arrived," his chatterbox was open, eyes moving from his new roommate and to the pile of boxes by what he assumed to be his side of the room. "I had a bit of trouble and had to change rooms," his voice faltered for a short moment but then he grinned again, his eyes back on Zitao. "What are your opinions on glitter?" he asked then, still stood by the entrance. It was a question he'd never considered to ask before until his previous roomie made him clean up after himself- clean up what exactly? Glitter was a part of him and hating that part was hating him! Oh damn. Was August hated? Oh no. He was going to start spiralling.

Wait. "Is that a puppy??"

Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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August was usually the type to put up with anything but after feeling like a bother for long enough, he'd made up an excuse to switch dorms. It had taken him longer than it should to pack considering he lived in a small shared room but perhaps he'd brought just a little too much stuff over from home and gone shopping plenty after coming to the academy. Thankfully it was mainly clothes and accessories so it didn't take that much space, it wasn't like he was collecting gnomes. He just liked to have a new outfit for every time he went out. Which was a lot.

The fairy had nothing but a bag slung over his shoulder while on his way to find his new room; he'd paid movers well to bring his few boxes over so he wouldn't need to go for multiple trips back and forth. He was actually excited to meet his new roomie. It couldn't be worse than the last one who hated his guts for no real reason- August was adorable. What was so bad about spending half the day surrounded by glitter and non-stop yapping about things that didn't matter? His new roomie surely had to love him.

So, with that positivity in mind, he paused at the door with the number he'd been given and unlocked it, practically busting in. "New roomie alert!"

Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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August had never been the heroic type. Was he protective? Yes, he'd protect someone until his very last breath. And that's what he was doing when he stepped in front of Ethirdil to fight the creature; all thoughts about protecting himself went out the window ( although this damned place had no windows ) when he saw someone he held dear be targeted.

Before he could finish the job though, he was already stumbling backwards from how he was pulled away from the creature, clashing against the elf who'd pulled him. It all happening faster than his half frozen brain could register; before he even knew it, both of the creatures were squished by the crumbling ceiling, and the fairy had never felt luckier, hiding his face against the elf. Lucky- of course, from his fiance's luck.

With that, it suddenly got even colder. He could feel the breeze come in through the hole in the ceiling, reminding him of the fact he was heavily underdressed for this- why couldn't the kidnappers at least wait until he grabbed a jacket. He coughed from the dust and groaned from how it shot pain through his body, opening his eyes to look around carefully, he assessed the damage and whether they truly could finally escape this hellish maze.

He was usually more chatty than this. Had he met Baekhyun under any other circumstance, he would be talking the guy's ear off already. But now, as Ethirdil asked if the other was okay, all he could do was watch him respond, relieved the other seemed alright. He was glad to be the only one banged up. It took him a few unsteady steps to start moving up the slope to leave behind the tunnels, the freezing temperature hitting him in full force when they were finally fully outside. He was exhausted. He wanted to lay down. But at least the cold gave him something else to focus on.

A faint smile appeared on the fairy's usually bright face when Baekhyun addressed him. "Maybe we can do a re-take," he agreed with a pained chuckle, looking down at the snow as his eyes filled with tears at his fiance's words. "You came to look for me," it was hard to speak with how his teeth were clattering, partially because of how emotional he was, but also from how his entire being was shivering. Somewhere deep within he always worried that people around him wouldn't if something like this happened, that seed having been planted there by his parents who'd always made him feel unworthy. "You- you both could've gotten hurt.."

The little flame the sunsprite created enchanted him for a moment, acting as a flicker of hope. Like a moth to a flame, he was desperate for its warmth and he squeezed his hands into fists on Ethirdil's clothes so he'd stay put, reminding himself that he wouldn't want to be face to face with those creatures down there ever again. "Maybe set me on fire?" he was still staring at the flames that travelled to the mushroom creatures, wondering how much Baekhyun was able to control his power. Did he only create flames? Hell, he'd take the flames and a few burns right about now if that was his only option of staying warm.

@ethirdil-ia @baekhyunx-ia

A snowy escape { Baek,August,Ethir }

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WOOYOUNG in BIRTHDAY

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It all happened very fast instead of slow motion like people said when there was a threat. He had expected to try and fly off, though not keen on that plan, considering the thick air and smoke from a smoke machine, combined with how many people were there. He wouldn't trust that someone wouldn't just grab him. But he didn't need to think about that any further because he was put on a flower and momentarily, as the petals began to close, he panicked and tried to push against them, his brain not registering the fact the demon was simply trying to help.

The faster his inhales became from the panic, the more he inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and eventually it made him dizzy, hardly able to focus on whatever was going on outside the flower that was now his momentary safe cocoon. He calmed down, woozy from the scent. Like he was back at home, playing with his siblings in the forest that was full of blooming flowers.

It was a rude awakening from his daze when the petals opened again. The fairy jolted and stumbled off and it took him a second of free falling to regain control of his body and for his wings to take action. "Wow," he breathed out, looking at his own tiny body first, still intact. They were outside. He had clearly missed something. Then he looked at the demon, the peculiar beauty of them in that partially transformed state of theirs. "You-" rationally, he knew he was supposed to be scared. There was adrenaline coursing through his body and it wasn't just from what happened back at the club. It was like his instincts were trying to fight his fascination. "You saved me."

There was a burst of glitter and he returned to his human size, feeling too vulnerable without it. "You saved me!" he repeated, his voice higher that time, a mixture of nervousness and relief. He was ready to jump and hug the other, his body jolting forward and arms open already, when he froze in place, quickly lowering his arms again. Now he knew not to push it. "Your-," he scanned the flowers and mushrooms on the other's body, "can you control that?"

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

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The one thing August liked probably the most about Ethirdil was that he always seemed to have a solution, a suggestion, an idea. Perhaps it's something that came with the luck he possessed. Perhaps neither of them were the brightest but the fairy would always say the elf had a knack for ideas. Even in his moment of raw vulnerability, it made him smile. "We'll have him in a disguise," he could almost chuckle at that- almost. It felt impossible but maybe they could make it work. Would it be worth the risk?

"I wonder what life will look like for us in a hundred years," his comment was brought on by the other's remark on him being young. Life for an immortal was sure different from someone's who only had decades ahead of them. They had forever, quite literally. For a moment everything felt perfect; having one of his best friends there, twirling him, holding him when emotions got too much to him. "I am lucky," he pulled back a little to search the other's eyes, pleading for him to understand he was being genuine. "It's just..," his gaze lowered to the other's chest, eyebrows slightly knitting, "my family has certain beliefs, you know that." That's pretty much all he could say without offending his ancestors, scared to even think the thoughts he did in case they possessed the ability to read minds from beyond the grave. If they were dead in the first place.

He took a deep breath when the song was over, collecting himself, and straightening Ethirdil's clothing out of sheer habit to distract himself further. "Just stand by me," although his smile was faint when he said it and looked at the elf, it was still there. It was a small bit hopeful too, even with tears still on his cheeks. He could do this. Ethirdil loved him and he loved the elf back, just not in a romantic way. He could live with that. He'd learn to live with it. "Will you do that?" He wasn't sure if Ethirdil understood the seriousness of his question. Life for him wasn't as easy as it was for the rest of his family because he didn't share all their beliefs. They probably expected the elf to straighten him up and make him see the light, in a way. Otherwise he'd be doomed someday. He feared that could cause friction in the future one way or another.

"My ideal wedding," he chuckled then, wiping his cheeks with his knuckles like a child. "A big wedding with just friends. No family. No expectations or rules. Just fun," if his parents or his ancestors heard that, he'd be going to fairy hell already. "That- I don't want to entertain that thought," he shook it out of his head and took a step back, glancing at the wedding planned who was on the phone far enough away that she couldn't hear their exchange. "What would it be like if you got to decide?"

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