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❝ what is that smell? ❞ to Iseul.

                                  THE    FIVE    SENSES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  . || Accepting

                                              ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴜɴꜰᴏʟᴅs ꜰᴏʀ @eterneli

— Muscles tense for the briefest of moments, not expecting to be interrupted so suddenly even if the voice is familiar and its owner more than a welcome presence to break his lingering streak of solitude. ❝ Fangs! ❞ Iseul exclaims, syllables accompanied by a wide smile which settles upon his rosy lips. Fingers immediately push bright pink strands of hair away from his features, proceeding to adjust the glasses that rest neatly upon the bridge of his nose before moving away from the shop’s counter to greet his friend. No matter whether it’d please or displease the vampire, Iseul would never let him escape from a greeting’s impending embrace. He moves faster than he would with anyone else and his arms wind around Baekhyun’s waist just as quickly as they are withdrawn a few seconds later.  

❝ It’s quite the scent right? I’m making potions in the back I’ll show you!❞ He beams, dark brown hues gleaming with almost childlike excitement.  ❝ One of them might actually be useful to you sometime. ❞ Iseul adds with a thoughtful hum, tugging on his own lower lip with pearly white teeth before grasping for Baekhyun’s hand. He won’t take no for an answer, never ever. Not when it comes to this.

Iseul keeps his hold on the other firm, even though he is well aware of the fact that the other will be able to escape it without much effort if he’d desire to. But the warlock does not let such a petty detail discourage him. Instead he strides through his shop with determined footsteps, guides the other through shelves filled with old books in different sizes, some leather bound and some not, artifacts of various kinds, some of them resembling antiquities in appearance while some look more modern. It is almost like walking through a small labyrinth and the amount of items on display, for sale, extends far beyond what most would expect. 

Iseul stops by a small door, turning to look at the other. ❝ So this is a very secret little place we are about to enter so please promise me you won’t ever tell anyone about what you’ll see in there okay? I keep my trademark secrets in there. And you can’t ask any questions at all about anything, I’ll tell you about what I want you to know and that’s that. Understood? ❞