#✱ ー ( ` ░ A LONG JOURNEY AWAITS :: STARTER )

[mixhansol]

✱ one , two scoops...

@mixyuyan

       nyx didn’t get out much during the day, but when he did it was usually to university or some place that he absolutely had to go to. today, it was a bit different. he’d decided to get something sweet to curb his sweet tooth on this hot day. 

rum & gum ice cream parlor.

there was quite a line for since he didn’t go there often he wasn’t sure how well the shop does on an average day. by what he is seeing now he can see that the parlor was getting good business to stay open. at least the exterior and interior was pleasing enough. 

he’s greeted by the rush of cool air kissing against his skin when he opens the door to enter. a savory sweet aroma fills the parlour from the different kinds of ice cream presented in their designated coolers. there were so many choices, and nyx was feeling quite indecisive today. sadly there was a line of people that would possibly have to wait on him to make a choice. 

he stands in queue, the line moves up one by few. some ordering for the whole family and some for themselves. family, a cute word that he could be associated with if he didn’t severed that completely into non-existence. he would be one of the ones to be buying for one. he is greeted by a lady who gives him a smile. it’s not returned as his eyes move to the multiple choices of ice cream that he could try today. he could try something new today, or he could get a favorite. though if he gets a favorite he would miss out of what could be a new favorite.

                    but what if he doesn’t like the new ice cream he is trying ?

he could tell he was making others upset with the wait, but he could care less. it was his turn and he had to figure out what he wanted. he was even sure that he was starting to get under the worker’s skin, but she was really trying to keep that customer service smile. fingers tap on his chin as he continues to look. his finger goes to point to the ice cream he thinks he wants until its pulled back when he changes his mind. “ no, nevermind. i think there’s another choice... ” he states as he goes back to the drawing board of his indecisiveness. 

[mixhansol]

✱ just for a while...

@yyoungjaemi

TW: mentions of blood, death, gore, kidnapping

guns ranging. bullets spiraling throughout the streets. citizens run amongst the city square as gangs riot out over the death of the taitor. a limp body hangs from the pole for everyone to take watch. it’s a gruesome sight for some, but for nyx it’s most satisfying.

a grin forms upon his lips as he stands in the crowd. there’s not a sense of fear within him as he’s in the midst of the crossfire. his attentions had been focused on the execution as if a child was shown candy for the first time. it was a sight to see. one to be desired. pools of red that had been spilled below continues to drain from the limp body. 

he wasn’t planning, but he’s now inspired. just a slit of ones throat wasn’t enough to satisfy his chaotic mind. he could begin his search for the lucky contender. someone unwilling, but less of a hassle to snatch up. his eyes only scan -- it was now time to play a game of chase. how long would it take for him to get someone hostage ?

he finds the winner. 

a male.

is he of importance ?            did he hit a jackpot ?                                                                                                                                                                   will he be missed ?                                                                                                                                                      

a lack of a conscience, he could care less than the average person. the greater the impact the better the target was for him. he’s no stranger to killing, but a kidnapping is something he’s never tried. will it be fun ? he was always one to t r y new things. just the though grows his anticipation. he’d only seen kidnappings on television or when he would see people coming into the hq -- though, they never returned out where they came from once in. 

he follows the male with his gaze and begins walking.                                                                     

[mixhansol]

` { TAG DUMP } 

[yvstrdve]

❅ ー (  ` tonight was another one of those nights. the nights were time passed by slow, and there was little to nothing to do. as leaving campus grounds were not forbidden it was something that was frowned upon. he knew for a fact that he along with the other student body had to stay on the island above, but that urge of wanting to live out like the others one the island below was more fitting in ways that no one could imagine. a rebel at heart, his parents weren’t thrill with his grade of being in class B when they both were class A students. that wasn’t the chae way. though, his father also being in class A was a troublemaker himself. though he doesn’t say it, he has told stories about how he got away with most things during his school years at arcane. how he was caught, but managed to keep his rank being class A. 

it seems that freedom was within his reach, until a familiar witch came into his view. perfect, just perfect to run into bitna. he tried to get past her without her seeing him, but that failed before the plan was even put into action. jiyong silently cursed under his breath as he looked at the female heading his way. “ what a surprise to see you here, bitna. i almost didn’t recognize you. ” he spoke, a fake smile gracing his features. though they were from the same house, the two was always neck to neck when paths were crossed. if only she didn’t come out tonight... 

( @cherryknct )

[mixhansol]

✱ wrong person...

@daehyunmi​

     his fingers tap lightly on the desk, his head rested against the palm of his other hand thats currently propped on the wooden surface in front of him. he looks at the officer that has taken him in. it’s when he is having the most fun that he gets caught for something that he possibly done a long time ago. he suppose the officer thought it was the perfect time to catch his p r e y with the chaos that’s running amok on the streets.

it’s said that there is evidence of what he’s done, and even pictures of him. the thing is, nyx doesn’t even remember what he’s done that they caught him for. was it something he’s done in seoul or here on myeongcho ? there was no telling, his list was somewhere close to endless at this point. is his arrest for racing again? or maybe drugs - no he doesn’t do drugs... ah, he did venture in shoplifting recently, maybe that’s what it was. the station was making him a bit antsy, he was already high strung as it was.

the photos are slammed down on the table and his gaze follows the male’s hands down to the the pictures where he’s presented clearly on them. a small hum passes his lips and he sits up. there’s no emotion to appear on his face as his eyes meet with the other’s. it’s not long before the words leave his lips. “ that’s certainly not me. ” he states in a matter-of-fact tone. 

as if he would let this officer take him in that easily. “ honestly, i was minding my own business on the streets -- that’s already chaotic if you couldn’t tell already. you take me in and falsely accuse me of doing something that i’ve never done before. ” he started, sounding appalled as he can by the evidence that the officer is using to claim that that’s him -- which it is, on the picture. 

“ i’m sorry to disappoint you, but you have the wrong person. ”

[yvstrdve]

❅ ー (  ` surprisingly there were times when jiyong preferred being alone rather than in a crowd of people, engaging in conversation and whatnots. it was lunchtime on campus, and he took this chance to find him a secluded area in which he could sit down without being bothered, harrassed, or accused of being up to no good. upon taking his spot at one of the empty tables he began to eat. he’d been waiting for this time of day since he woke up, having to skip breakfast due to being almost late for his first class. you could say it was one of those days where he wanted to do good for himself, and follow the school schedule as best as he could, but as always there was at least one person lurking in the shadows, or nearby to mess things up for him. as they took their seat in front of him, he looked up and look around the room to see there were more empty tables than full around him. therefore, he made the first move by asking the question, “ can i help you ? ” 

[mixhansol]

✱ the supplier...

@mixscorpio

WILD-FLOURS BAKERY , 02:00:00PM    

        he enters the bakery quietly. there’s a small murmurs of chattering here and there from the few that have stayed to eat in. the smell of fresh baked goods filled the shop the moment he walked in. a small growl is heard to himself as he gets a whiff of the food the shop has to offer. nyx has a sweet tooth, and a desiring love for pocky and perro sticks. he’s sure that he could get that at his nearest convience store as a bakery such as this one would not provide it. 

since the shop was close by at the time he figured he was hungry enough to get himself something to eat, he entered without much of a second thought. incased in the glass were displays of the different desserts and breads the shop were selling. there were a few specials, but the danish that was showcased caught his attention before anything else. yes. that’s the one he wanted. 

his lips parts slightly as if he was about to speak, but there’s a pause before he can say anything as he looks at the chocolate covered stick that’s placed perfectly between the male’s lips. it catches his eye. the danish that he was so close to ordering had slip past his mind as quickly as it came. “ do you sell those here ? ” he ask in a curious tone. if he could take it - if wasn’t a word settled in his vocabulary. if nyx really wanted something he would go out and get it no matter the cost. no matter the consequences that came with it, and without thinking his hand moves up and out towards the stick from the male’s lips. 

what he wants is what he gets. whatever the price was he had no fears. 

sadly.

[yvstrdve]

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