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holiday

write our characters celebrating a holiday together

“i don’t understand this custom.” haru repeats for the nth time that night. it wasn’t even the first year with him being faced with the senseless and unnecessary tradition of dressing up as something even the slightest bit terrifying. though, there were more than enough barely there costumes he found himself frowning and squinting at as if to figure out which part of the small piece of fabric on that nurse costume was supposed to scare anyone. needless to say, he didn’t usually look forward to halloween, but one way or another, he ended up in a black cat onesie and dragged along the brightly illuminated streets by mina. she’s lovely enough to make the whole encounter a bit more pleasant, at least, but that didn’t mean that haru didn’t still feel utterly ridiculous. a powerful card as him shouldn’t be reduced to a faux ball of fur, ever. “why go through all of this trouble if i can just buy candy myself and then eat it? i wouldn’t have to walk this much or this far, nor would i have to put on something as ridiculous as this.” still, he supposed there was also something amusing about witnessing a human custom such as this from up close. “hey, let’s get something proper to eat afterwards, okay? it’s on you.” 

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ccmino:

( ... )

“In my opinion it’s better to stay out of their way rather than to fightthem. Fights are unpredictable and I trust you still remember how we’ve allbeen caught before.” Contempt appearing on his face, he breathed out a smallhuff at the memory of him being trapped into this card like and almostpowerless state of his. Those Heroes had taken so much from them and they stillkept on taking. He didn’t want them to take this Storm card too. He should ragefreely and not in a cage they certainly were going to put him in. “I don’t wishthat faith to either of us. If you decide on having this battle I’ll watch howit goes and will be your back-up if you need it.” A cold and venomous angerlaced his voice when he talked about Heroes, “Those filthy Heroes have takenenough from us as it is. We all should be able to roam freely and I’ll neverturn my back to another force of nature who’s about to get captured.” Mino’smind was made up then. He’d help the other out, if of course he’d allow him tohelp out. If the other was too proud to even accept his help then perhaps Minowould leave him to deal with the Heroes on his own.

haru liked to believe that in his relatively short time as a human, he had made one friend or another, most of which seemed to be human. he doesn’t exactly mind since there was a simplicity to humans that made them exceptionally pleasant to surround oneself with. a bit like a really stupid, yet adorable dog.  maybe that was the reason there were so few cards around him, their similarities often tended to lead to haru clashing with them and the same seemed to be the possibility with the earth card. one thing they seemed to have in common, however, was their distinct dislike of heroes and haru immediately finds himself growing slightly more at ease around the other card.  he remains quiet while the other rants away, dark eyes slowly scrutinising the man before turning to glance around him. if someone had messed with his territory, haru wasn’t sure if he would have showed as much patience and kindness, but the other card seemed rather concerned about haru being able to handle himself with other heroes. “does that mean you want us to be friends?” something haru had learnt during his time as a human was that they loved connecting and forming relationships, one of them being friendships. everything the other card was doing let haru to that one conclusion. honestly, he didn’t even mind it. “because i hereby accept your proposal to this friendship. i also invite you to invite me for food since i’m feeling kind of peckish. i’m a fan of seafood.”

The Eye Of The Storm

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haru’s eyes had been firmly placed on the tiny letters of the book currently pinched between his fingers. books, along with music and art, had been one of the few human things haru found himself deeply appreciative of. they had a way of capturing his his attention, lulling his mind into a mix between dream and nightmare and sending him off to different worlds altogether.  sadly, not even a good story could shield him from the troubles of the everyday life.  with a tired and resigned sigh, haru turns, and meets the eye of an - apparently - rather enthusiastic man. his face doesn’t look familiar and haru is pretty sure they neither know each other nor are they supposed to know each other, yet the man was clearly looking at him, which must have meant that he had been trying to address him, too. haru’s eyebrows lift, the books falling closed with a finger pinched between the pages as he turns his body to face the stranger.  “what.” his ‘question’ is as deadpan as everything else about him, but it’s not until the word had left his mouth that he’s started considering the man’s attitude and the determination in his eyes could only mean one thing. “oh? someone has come to play, i see.” there was only one explanation for the odd approach and haru wastes no time in putting his book, along with the bag hanging from his shoulder away. his transformation is quick; in the blink of an eye the dark fog had surrounded him and it took no more than another blink for it to disappear and change the youthful, frail physique of the card into his graceful and eerie form. “let’s play, then.” 

swept away .

@ccxharu

he had to admit that above all else his ability to sense magical beings was pretty good (except of course from his off days and those times when he was preoccupied by other and more important things) so of course whenever he felt a magical presence he acted on it accordingly, whether that was casually following someone to see what they were up to or down right calling them out.

which was exactly the idea he had in mind. right now. 

“oi you.” he calls out rather loudly, causing a few mundanes to pay him a little attention before they realised it wasnt them he was talking to, but rather the man stood before him with his back turned. getting on with their daily lives and ignoring taemin and his target (as he liked to call them) all together.

“im talking to you, dont you know its rude to ignore someone?” he teases in the blunt and curt voice he usually had. today he really didnt have time to play any games. he was going to eliminate the card there and then and he didnt care what it took or how many people saw them he was going to capture them and get him into hq as quickly as possible.

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ccxyoungmin:

Visits out into the world were to help them grow confident and explore, but it often made them rowdy and overexcited. Cute, was what crossed Youngmin’s mind as he watched over the other kids around the park and meeting the gaze of his fellow teachers who were running a small bug catching group. They would teach the children how to handle tiny animals, watch them, catch them, and the reason to release them after. It was the job Youngmin had wanted, but he found himself pushing Minseok, a little boy, on the swing set and keeping the children from fighting over the play equipment.

He doesn’t hear the approach, only feels the tension rising in the air and the darkening sky, causing him to squint up at the sky first. Rain could come out of no where and the children getting wet would be a horrible mess. It’s only once he looks back down at the small boy, that he notices he’s looking over at someone else and then the voice prickles like a chill down his nape. His body half-turning, his hand clasping on the swings chain and smiling widely at the sight of his roommate.

“Haru!” Youngmin greets, only turning back for a second to help Minseok climb off the swing and then ruffling the boys hair as he holds out his hand for the bread. An affectionate laugh bubbled from Youngmin’s lips as he shook his head and crouched down to meet Minseok’s eye line. “Minseokkie, you have to introduce yourself first. Remember,” he explains to the four year old boy, who looks from Haru, to the bread, and then extends his hands further out towards Haru. Wide puppy eyes, desperate, and his lips repeating the same thing. “Bread, please.”

haru had long since learnt to deal with humans - well, some of them, anyway. the adults were simple enough to handle, even if those around his age and older often showed oddly parental reactions to most things haru did. children, however, are and would always be beings he didn’t want to understand. they were loud and rowdy and oddly enough often didn’t have any control over their bodily functions. in a way, they scared him. it was for that reason that once the mini human turned its small, evil eyes towards him and the bread he was holding, haru knew it wasn’t his day.

“no.” it was a simple word; quick and direct and accompanied by haru taking a step back and clutching the bread closer to his chest. he had made it very clear that it was for youngmin, he didn’t understand why the mini human had such a hard time understanding that. “it’s not for you.” 

his eyes travel from the mini human to youngmin and while haru had half expected the man to look stern or disapproving, he only seemed amused at the whole encounter. what was so funny about the greedy mini human, haru didn’t know. “hyung,” he starts again, as if youngmin hadn’t understood the first time around, “i got bread for you.” a small glare was shot the mini human’s way before haru side stepped it and walked closer to youngmin, pressing the package firmly against his chest so the little monster couldn’t reach it. “quick. you have to eat it quickly.”

ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ

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ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴛ. ɪɪ

the owl visits him again the next day and by then it’s become obvious that the letter wouldn’t reach youngmin if not for a very direct approach.

haru didn’t know what the people who sent it were thinking, sending a bird that was only capable of hunting and flying to deliver an important piece of document, considering that it probably couldn’t tell him and youngmin apart.

with a sigh he opens the window and with an odd tingle in his fingertips he accepts the letter from the bird. it’s only upon the first touch that realisation dawns on him and the possibility arises that the letter had been addressed to him from the very beginning. youngmin, no matter how useful and kind, was a pure and simple human. he had no use for artifacts as such and haru wanted to shield and protect him from the magical world for as long as he possibly could.

although, he wasn’t the most curious person, the contents of the letter made it impossible not to go and soon enough haru finds himself in the middle of the oddly scented shop. there’s too many things to look at and more things to touch and the usually so apathetic card finds himself intrigued. he runs his fingers over fragile glass - almost breaks a couple things in the progress of his exploration - before reaching the part of the shop where the magic is the strongest. it’s an almost palpable tension that hangs in the air and when haru catches sight of the woman sitting there, he gets an odd sense of deja vu.  he doesn’t need glasses to see magic and sits down in front of her to get his fortune read. her answers are as unclear and cryptic as one could expect, yet haru finds himself humming, deep in thought, as if he was considering and reading into her words. it feels like they ring a bell, like something within him is resonating and awakening the longer he thought about it; a fog that was beginning to clear and give way to a bigger picture.

he blinks through the slight throbbing in his head and can feel himself grasping at straws as his feet carry him to the entrance of the shop. something is on the tip of his tongue; a word, a name, a memory, but as soon as he steps out of the door it’s gone. like a heavy weight that has been placed back onto his shoulders, a veil over his eyes and the fog that filled his head returns once more. he turns to look over his shoulder and considers going back one more time for a brief moment, but a gust of wind picks up, like the heavy exhale of a moody beast and the need for answers and clarity is quickly lost. instead, haru turns back and continues his way along the street like he’s already forgotten what had taken place.

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⸍ sᴍs ↝ ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ. ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ﹖ ⸝ ✴ I was hoping.YOu could help.A pit,y. Thank you for repLying... Haru

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ

@ccbaekhyun​

⸍ sᴍs ↝ ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ. ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ﹖ ⸝ ✴ Excuse me, Baekhyun.iwould like to have your.attention. THANK you. I need you to explain.memes.to.me because I do.not understand the Humour… Haru.

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cchyeri:

she follows him a step closer into the water, fingers closing around his. it was a bit embarrassing to be helped like this, but to anyone else, it must look normal, right? not a mighty card being treated like a human child over floundering about in a body of water. she lets out a small laugh, incredulous now that she had analysed her situation – but it was okay, because she was with haru. hyeri opens her mouth to reply, but the small smile he gives catches her off guard. haru? smile? those words never appear in the same sentence unless ‘smile’ was preceded by 'never’. she has to stop herself from reacting too much, though, not wanting to make the tempest card uncomfortable. she keeps the image in her mind, though, a warm feeling left in her heart.

“nothing,” she shakes her head, her cheeks flushing at the admittance (though better to be truthful than to actually end up drowning later on). “every time i’ve been in the water, i could either stand, or fly…” she hints back at her former world, a time long gone but very much missed.

“oh geez…it’s really cold,” she shivers, the water now up to her thighs. she had read somewhere that it was better to dive in all at once, but she was not about to test that theory out. “the sand is rough,” she complains aimlessly, just wanting something to talk about. “are you sure i can do this?”

“i’ll teach you.” his voice is quiet, reassuring, tender. haru feels the icy cold water and he feels power; it’s his world, it’s his domain and it’s his origins. it may have seemed so foreign to her, but to him there was no place he’d feel more comfortable and haru wanted to share that feeling, wanted to show hyeri how it could feel.  “it’s not that hard, i promise.”

he imagines them floating in the middle of the sea, imagines watching the sky turn from light blue to dark, tiny specks of yellow that glisten so far away, but seem so easy to reach. he sees it all, but hyeri’s fingers speak volumes of how tense she is, her voice betraying her obvious discomfort. “it’s sea water, not bath water, hyeri. of course, it’s cold.“ he still speaks quietly and carefully and the distance between them decreases. he hopes it will take her nervousness, but knows she’ll need more than just his proximity when the complains continue. “how about...” haru trails off, takes a few more steps backwards and waits until it’s playing against his hips before he’s lowering himself into the water and trying to tug her along. “how about you try swimming instead of walking, then you won’t feel the sand? it's not as cold once you're in the water and moving, trust me.”

ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴇᴀ

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haru is sketching. the noises around him become secondary, the murmur and movement of people something he had learnt to ignore at times, but appreciate at others. it’s only belated that he notices the shift and change, something crisp in the air, a tension that sends sparks down his spite. his eyes remain glued to the paper while he finishes the landscape in front of him, draws shadows to give depth and a glance is enough to spot what had caused the palpable disruption.

there, right before him, was a monster like he had seen them so often, but what really caught his interest and attention, was the hero who was attacking him. his sketchbook was placed aside and he’s on his legs within seconds. the air around him picks up, darkness surrounding slim limbs and transforming his short body into something more elegant, taller, more powerful. the hero hasn’t spotted him yet and he didn’t need to because the tempest had seen more than he needed and the other’s existence was reason enough to go for an attack. the satisfaction he feels makes something in his stomach sing while he watches the hero’s body fly off, thrown about in the air like a doll, like a piece of paper that weighted nothing and meant nothing and stood no chance against the tempest card’s power.

clouds are pulling up, tinting the sky in a darker shade and casting everything within a dim light and tempest doesn’t wait for the hero to be on his feet before he’s sending pouring rain his way, watching it beat down on him. light steps bring him closer and he feels freedom in the long limbs and booming voice and everything that he was in that moment. “is this what heroes nowadays have become? you stand no chance of catching me like that, human.”

☃ ๑ that’s when it hit me ╯❄

he really just wanted a milkshake. in fact, now, he actually wants a milkshake even more. he was just minding his business, your average tired and confused university student, definitely not a magical hero or in the realm of superheros whatsoever, driving in his car to get one after his classes, when he saw a monster in the middle of the street. when hero duty calls duty calls, so he jumped out of the car and transformed to take care of it. it didn’t look that bad, he could probably handle it by himself.

this leads to now: monster successfully defeated, this street of busan temporarily defended, and daniel with a hockey stick in his hand while he stands in the middle of the road. he takes a split second to regain his bearings after the battle before he realizes where he is, and runs straight to the nearest sidewalk. he lets out an almost comically loud exhale of relief, then stands there, wondering whether to walk back to his car and put the hockey stick away or not. he decides to just walk the rest of the way, and take his hockey stick with him. he’ll probably end up at the rink later anyway, and he might need to transform again along the way and–

that’s when it hits him. literally, because he doesn’t know what hits him, it’s just a barreling force in his side and suddenly the wind his knocked out of him. (that’s literal, too.)

          ▬▬▬▬▬  @ccxharu ❄

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ccwoojin:

woojin raised an eyebrow and snorted in laughter at his friend’s reply. he sighed with a content grin on his face. “pfft, yeah, i guess i did miss you. weirdo.” if haru had been one of those magical heroes or even a human, woojin would definitely have been put off. but the other card’s particular eccentricities were rather entertaining to him and kept their friendship interesting at times. 

once his wrist is released from haru’s grip, woojin put his hands behind his head, trudging along after haru towards some restaurant. he grinned at the slight jab towards his own eating habits. “humans are seriously stupid, but if there’s one thing they’re kinda good at, it’s food.” they entered and he followed in after to a table where he plopped himself down into the seat. he ran his tongue over his lips, feeling a dull hungry settle in his stomach now that all they’ve been talking about is eating food. he drummed his fingers against the table for a little bit. “so what’s up? what’s new with you?”

haru nodded his agreement without even looking at woojin, “yeah, the food is definitely a huge plus. there are lots of delicious things to eat.” he speaks absent-mindedly and takes a seat opposite of woojin before reaching to study the menu. it’s a useless gesture that he taught himself as something necessary and completely human. he knew what he’d want to eat even before they entered the restaurant but he still wants for woojin to speak up before he’s lowering the menu onto the table. “what’s up?” haru echoes before glancing upwards briefly. “i’d say the ceiling and perhaps a storage room? i’m not sure.” the question made little sense to him, but woojin was odd sometimes and haru had just learnt to accept him and his quirks, “i don’t think there is anything new with me. i met some new people. started a fight with a hero recently, but that’s not exactly new. oh- i started learning how to text on my own, but I don’t think i’m very good at it, judging from the recipients reactions. i get asked if i’m drunk quite often. is there anything new in your life?” yes, he liked to think he had this socialising thing more or less down by now.

ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs

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it was hot and haru was suffering. the sun was beating down on him mercilessly, its rays as intrusive as one could possibly be and haru wondered how obvious it would be if he suddenly summoned a cloud to hover over his own head. possibly a bit too much, considering he was sitting in the middle of a very human environment and couldn’t tell which one of them was a hero in disguise and which one was sincerely innocent. for the most part he tried to ignore them and act like he was completely alone in his moody, little bubble; it’s what he always did and that, along with the black clothes and overly done eyeliner was what assured his solitude to be respected. usually; there where exceptions, such as today, when a human found themselves brave enough to approach him, dared to sit opposite him. a pretty, young girl. her hair was shining in the sunlight and haru had been about to open his mouth and ask her to leave when the words ice cream were spoken and she suddenly had all of haru’s attention. as odd as humans were, their sweet dishes certainly were something else and haru found himself liking them more and more, every time he got to enjoy them. “cherry chocolate chip.” haru replies simply and places his sketchbook, along with his pencil, down onto the table, before reaching out a hand to accept the cone. his eyes glance over her face again, down to her shoulders and arms and what he can see of her upper body. “but why do you need to diet?” humans and their odd obsession with weight, he would never understand, however.

i scream, you scream.

Yubin was never too reliable when it came to following the rules. It may have been more of an inability to understand the reasoning behind said rules, rather than an outright, purposeful rebellion. She was always in shape, small and pretty. Therefore when a trainer advised she eat less to prepare for debut, the vocalist concluded that today was a good day to eat ice cream.

The sun was out, warm and friendly, and the ice cream stand shone under its light like a sweet, colorful heaven. Above all else was the most magical of signs: ‘two for one!’. Her lips stretched into a wicked grin, and a heartbeat later she’s walking away with an ice cream in each hand. 

“I’m so ready to eat these bad boys.” She said to herself, following a path that spiraled through the park. “Diabetes here I come.”

However she was shortly stopped, having caught sight of a lone figure sitting at a park table. Head to toe in mostly black, seemingly writing something though she honestly couldn’t tell what. She looked at her ice creams, then back at the man. Well then.

“Hey there!” Yubin appeared at the table, jumping into the seat across from the stranger. “I got a free ice cream, and like I could totally eat it but I’m kinda on a diet right now so…” She supposed it was better than saying that his aura was moody as hell and he looked super depressing on this beautiful day. “Do you want green tea oreo or cherry chocolate chip?”

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ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ ｔｏ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ

You aren’t someone who normally receives the morning mail from an owl, but there’s a Snowy Owl perched outside your window. Held in its beak is an elegant, burgundy envelope with your name and address handwritten in black ink. Should you decide to open the window, your winged messenger will take off to the skies after handing you the envelope. You look for a seal or family crest to no avail, yet it still carries the aura of something official. Do you dare open it? Opening the envelope releases the warm, ashy scent of incense. Yellow flower petals shoot out from the envelope as though they were spring loaded, and they bring with them the refreshing scent of Ylang Ylang oil. You look inside the envelope. As it turns out, its actual contents aren’t as elegant and mysterious as you’ve been lead on to believe. It’s nothing but a flyer for some store holding a 50% off sale. Ah, marketing tactics these days! You scan some of the offers for this strange place – Yuuko’s Shop, it’s called – and none of them are accompanied by pictures. The coupon expiry dates are odd too, most of them either expiring decades ago or will expire decades from now. You read only some of the deals: Enchanted Glasses are 50% off – be able to see magic for the very first time! Owl Delivery Service are 50% off for a limited time only Fortune Telling is purchase 1 meeting, get the other half off! Whether you choose to visit the address or throw the letter in the garbage is up to you. But before you make your decision, the bottom of the flyer catches your eye: Get all your magical needs before it’s too late! Something big is coming soon. ☹︎☜︎✌︎☝︎🕆︎☜︎😐︎✋︎ - Yuuko Ichihara

haru was staring and the bird was staring back. neither had moved or looked away for the last few minutes and the card didn’t want to be the first one to give in. he hadn’t expected to see a giant owl sitting in front of his window and even less so expected to see said owl hold an envelope in it’s beak. now, haru didn’t now too much about humans but he was rather certain that sending mail via bird hadn’t been popular in at least a few hundreds of years. he wasn’t expecting to hear from anyone and all of his friends had his phone, while most didn’t have an address, which led him to the conclusion that the bird must have gotten the wrong window. maybe youngmin was expecting bird mail?

he stares at it for a few more seconds before walking over to the window and lowering the blinds, making it very clear that he wouldn’t accept any letters from strange birds. besides, it was time for his nap.

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since my laptop charger died and i won't have any access to my laptop till a new one arrives on tuesday all my replies will have to wait till then ;;;; i'm sorry for the wait. this counts for jooheon's replies too

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haru had felt conflicted. not guilty, or bad per se, but conflicted. the hero was at fault, of course, but as he laid on the ground, battered and bruised and unconscious, the tempest felt himself rooted to the spot and unable to turn away and leave. him and the hero had multiple encounters in the past and while they usually ended in ways similar to today - with the hero being thrown about by strong winds, across and into buildings - tempest tended to disappear before things got too out of control. such wasn’t the case today. the hero might have been feeling less than ready, or perhaps haru had underestimated his own strength, but after he had him laying on the ground and bleeding, it became clear that there would only be two options. one; leave him there and risk the possibility of death (humans were such frail beings, after all). or two; take him home and tend to him until he was well enough to leave, then kick him out. aggressively, so he doesn’t get the wrong idea. after a few more seconds of staring and a prolonged sigh the decision was made. it’s how he finds himself awkwardly standing in his room, just a few steps away from his bed with dark eyes staring at the hero’s face, watching him come to. the confusion was clear and haru wonders what the hero must be thinking, if he came to the conclusion that he was kidnapped or if he would understand that all tempest had been trying to do was help. nervousness settles in the pit of his stomach when the hero turns to look at him, at his human shell. the silence lingers, the air feeling heavy and tense and haru parts his lips to speak up when the hero beats him to it. his words are unexpected and illogical and with a frown shifting on his usually impassive face, haru watches him turn away. what. he continues hovering next to the bed and blinking at the still injured hero for a few more seconds, lost on what to do. did that mean he could kick him out already? all the groaning and discomfort on the hero’s face made it clear that he was not yet ready for it, no matter how dismissive he acted. “don’t you want to know what happened between us?” the question leaves his mouth before haru can consider a simple ‘leave’ and he slightly regrets breaking down the dam that was about to be released. “i’ve never done this with a hero before so you could at least be a little bit appreciative of that. aren’t you humans supposed to be all about manners and feelings?” he’s not exactly angry, but annoyed for sure. thin arms cross over his chest as he steps closer and leans over the hero, the beginning of a glare in his eyes. “it’s hard to tell with what happened last night.”

* sore loser

for @ccxharu

for someone who is very close friends with alcohol and its effects, it’s not really that unusual at all for leon to wake up in unfamiliar places. 

it doesn’t usually hurt this much, though.

when he brings his palms up to his face and goes to press them down on his eyelids, all he feels is pain. ow. what? the skin around his eyes feels tender.. swollen, almost. he hesitates, then moves his arms back down – and that hurts, too. blinking his eyes open, he stares at the ceiling. almost immediately, his head starts throbbing, much more than it usually does when he’s hungover. 

holy shit, what did he do last night?

he shifts, wincing, and turns his head to his left side. no one’s there, he sees the empty left side of a double bed. thank god. he breathes a sigh of relief, and turns to look at the room on the other side – 

and he nearly shits his pants. “woah! oh my god!”

someone is standing there, watching him. but not just someone – it’s the tempest card.

or at least, he thinks it is. why does he look so.. weird? he appears human, for one thing, and weak-looking, and very different from the powerful card that he’s been trying to capture for the last few weeks. or months. ( probably months. )

leon squints, which makes his head feel worse. his head is spinning; why is tempest standing there? why does he feel like he’s dying? why can’t he remember how he got here? 

normally, those questions lead to one thing. and if it was anyone else, leon would just accept it as a notch in his belt, eat breakfast and go. but the fact that it’s tempest is confusing and alarming and about 50 shades of weird.

fuck.

he groans, rolling back to his other side ( with some effort ) and shuts his eyes tight again before speaking. 

“i don’t wanna know what happened, so don’t tell me anything.“ 

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ccchiwon:

chiwon can see the tempest appraising his new form, and the card’s displeasure with his relative (or, perhaps, absolute) weakness was evident. his new body is slight and small, pouting lips and wide, halfway innocent eyes doing nothing to elicit the same vigilance as his previous form had. if anything, he evoked a vague fondness - but chiwon knew better than to underestimate the tempest; capture might have weakened the card, but it did not rob him completely of his power. 

his diligence was an extension of the great respect he held for the cards - they are, essentially, born of organic energy, and so nature-made and nature themselves, even if they had a proclivity towards destruction as this one was - but was nature itself not temperamental? it was the most discordant cards that attracted him - better him than the rookies, and some deep, ingrained part of him he didn’t care to acknowledge sought the bits of glory that came with subduing such a great force. 

patience accompanies respect, a greater sense than most heroes his age, and when the tempest lurches at him unsteadily to land a whisper of a blow to his shoulder, chiwon blinks slowly, his gaze steady as the card begins his spiel. perhaps it would have carried more weight in his previous form, but now he looks akin to a puppy pawing and mouthing at his ankles with teeth too little to bite - it’s endearing, he’ll admit it, and when he’s pulled down by the collar to eye level with the tempest, the corners of his mouth quirk in bemusement. he bends his knees, further reducing their height disparity. “as you wish.”

but, as with most things defiant and petulant, it is clear boundaries need to be set, and while chiwon doesn’t believe in suppressing a card’s aggression but rather working in conjunction with it, a defiant card might present problems in the future. when he speaks, his voice rumbles like thunder, stern and leaving little for argument, all traces of amusement dashed to the side. “you can be defiant for however long you like - it is not in my nature, nor should it be in anyone else’s to force you into compliance and expect ideal results.” he takes the tempest’s chin in between his thumb and finger, his gaze narrowing. “but know your stubbornness will not do you any favors in this instance. it does not make you braver or stronger to willfully ignore your circumstances - it simply makes you blind. and so i ask again - what do you want to be called? and before you repeat yourself, ‘tempest’ will make you stick out like a sore thumb in human company.”

conversations are scarce during a fight, but tempest had taken great pleasure in taunting and pushing limits. showing off his superiority with the ease he carried himself with, afloat and one with the wind, as if he was carried by invisible wings, while words dripped like poison from the tip of his tongue. a riled up hero had little control and a hero without self control was as good as dead. it worked on the rookies; it hadn’t worked on the hero in front of him. his voice had rung in his ears like the ghost of a memory - present but far away. a vague shape, a voiceless whisper. it didn’t compare to finding himself standing right in front of him with no quarrel to muffle his - chiwon’s, the tempest reminds himself - words and the card finds himself unable to hide the hint of surprise that crosses his features when the human so easily accommodates to his wishes. a second passes in which he wonders if the hero was simply that pliant or that foolishly kind, with a silly grin on his lips and a twinkle to his eyes. tempest has few seconds to study his face, but finds himself momentary distracted with the urge to count his lashes, inhale the scent that he’s emitting a bit deeper - it was the oddest combination of the scent of rain on fresh grass and the warmth of incense. that brief moment doesn’t last, but is quickly replaced by the sombre expression tempest was used to from the human. his voice makes the tempest flinch visibly, shoulders pulling closer to his body as a self defence mechanism he never resisted he needed, but his human shell possessed by instinct. his own fingers lose their hold and fall away as the warm touch of the hero’s skin lingers against his face - a wondrous thing, the human warmth, the effect that skin contact and proximity had. tempest had never before made experience with it but found himself quickly shrinking, growing meek and humble in comparison to his previous outburst. it feels silly of him, in that moment. the way the hero - chiwon; he whispers it inside his mind only, barely acknowledging - speaks to him makes it seem like he was the idiot fighting a natural force and trying to make something happen that wouldn’t. his lips tremble for a moment, press into a thin line before the pliant flesh purses in unison to the frown that creases between his brows. no one had ever talked to him that way before; no one would have dared address the powerful tempest in such a brusk and disrespectful manner. the first drop of realisation falls then, cold and bitter, as the tempest swallows it along with his pride. he isn’t what he was before and his eyes lower, unable to meet chiwon’s, as if following a natural impulse he didn’t realise he had. “i don’t know.” it feels like a loss. like a fight that should have been his suddenly turned on him and forced him to the ground. a once so proud creature reduced to a mere shell, a shackled beast that follows orders. the most painful part was that he gave in, himself; tired as he was, weak as he felt and heavy as his limbs are, it felt like he had little chance, otherwise. “i don’t know human names.” he still has enough defiance in him to cross his arms and jerk his chin away from the warm hold - no matter how tender the touch felt, how nice the subtle heat - his voice a stubborn mumble thrown into the space between them. “you own me, don’t you? why don’t you pick it, then?”

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⸍ sᴍs ↝ ʜʏᴇʀɪ﹐ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ⸝ ✴ Hyeri, thank you for going to the BeachWithMe, the oTher day..,IHave.decided. to try and Express my thoughtS better.altought. I’m not,sure tHis device is.helping me much.but going to the BEACHmade me.happy. Thank You. Your, Haru..

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⸍ sᴍs ↝ ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ. ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ﹖ ⸝ ✴ Excuse me, Baekhyun.iwould like to have your.attention. THANK you. I need you to explain.memes.to.me because I do.not understand the Humour... Haru.