#ahdshkdjs i'm probably gonna write waking up into a second self para

[feivc-blog]

through the safety net || self para

Fei had felt sated. She had felt good for once, in the midst of her fellow Night Bloods, treating her like family, like something precious. And though he had immediately taken it back out of embarrassment or whatever, Key had admitted to caring about her. Jeon Minki, who demanded her respect and terrified her into submission, had quite explicitly stated that he cared about her in a chat full of the elite members of his gang and invited her to stay at his place simply because she was feeling anxious about the recent attacks. And that felt good. She hadn’t felt this good since the last night she’d spent with her father. But, oh, Fei was so naive. She was so fucking naive if she thought that things would keep getting better from there. Why would the universe allow her of all people to have nice things? Answer: it wouldn’t.

She didn’t know what she’d done wrong--- she was simply curled up on the couch, a tub of chocolate ice cream she’d swiped from the freezer in one hand and her phone in the other, scrolling through the comments on her latest post on Instagram. And she’d almost allowed herself to become sad, for a moment, when she found a familiar username hidden within the likes on the post. But she didn’t. She felt better now, even in the silence of Minki’s living room as the rest of the members of the Night Bloods were spread into different rooms of the house, sleeping or otherwise. Mostly otherwise, probably. 

First, it was a lamp going out in the garden, dimming the amount of light seeping in through the oversized windows, then a muted thump against the ground outside. Cautiously, Fei set her phone and the tub of ice cream on the coffee table and lifted herself from the sofa, careful as to not make an excessive amount of noise. Rustling through all of the drawers in the living room until she finally came across a letter opener, she gripped it in her hand as she would a combat knife, hesitantly stepping toward the side entrance of the house.

Her bare feet were immediately covered in the early morning dew of the grass, cool air whipping around her mostly bare legs. Where were the guards that Minki had supposedly set on 24/7 patrol? Ah, there. In a lump on the on the grass. Her eyes widened as she felt someone grab her from behind, immediately lashing out to elbow her attacker in the ribs, slipping from their grip. But as she spun around, she found not only one lonely assailant but a whole group of them, clad in black veils. Were those from the fucking Halloween store? She expected better quality from the Duchess and her band of sneaky women, honestly.

Her stance was one of challenge, arm crossed over her upper body with the letter opener pointed menacingly in her attackers’ direction. And she fought. She fought really fucking hard, but there were too many of them coming from too many different angles and she went down with a needle jabbed into the side of her neck, but not before slashing one of them across their upper back, the lacy end of the veil cut clean off and fallen into the grass, the letter opener falling from her hand to join it. The more she squirmed, the more whatever they’d given her seemed to take hold, and she soon found herself out cold, black seeping into her vision.