#para:patience

[obsxwonho-blog]

Chaos: A Trial in Patience

Wonho liked to think he was a patient being, understanding and careful in his interactions. This entire deal in the supernatural community recently had been trying, but he had been able to deal with it pretty well. Until now. Until THIS.

He stood in angry, annoyed silence in the middle of his room. Every surface, every single surface was covered in flyers about the so called “Chaos Controller”.  If there was one thing Wonho could not stand, it was his living space being messy. And this went beyond a mess. There were flyers coating the inside of his toilet, inside his fridge all of his food was wrapped in flyers, even his weapons were wrapped up like awfully disguised presents.

The only way this could have happened was magic. No one person could have done this by hand, especially as he had been asleep in the room as it happened. He could feel a presence at his door, someone just outside, and he knew it had to be them. Part of his mind urged caution, but the other part of him, the stronger part, was urging confrontation. And there would be confrontation.... as soon as he got these damn flyers off his sword, there would be confrontation!

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The flyers weren’t coming off. No matter how he pulled at them, they stayed firmly in place around his sword and he let out a frustrated shriek while stalking towards the door. He couldn’t /cut/ them with the sword like this but he could sure as hell bludgeon them.

He flung open the door and stepped into the hallway.

[ivan-stclair-blog]

Patience | Gen & Ivan

Ivan sat on his couch with his phone in his hand. His cheeks and neck were ten times redder than usual, and his thoughts were ten times less clean than usual. Gen knew exactly what to say to drive him crazy, and he knew she was completely aware. Unfortunately that fact had only turned him on more. Finally he got a text saying she was at his door, and he took a few moments to himself, trying to calm down. His mind was busy trying to think of soccer plays, and trying to recall the final score of the World Cup final- anything to keep his mind off of Gen and how she would look in just his UChicago shirt. Smoothing his hands over the plain white t-shirt and jeans he had on, Ivan made his way to the door. "Hey," he said simply as he opened it, a big smile on his face. His voice, which he didn't have much control over, was an octave higher than usual, and he cursed himself for it. "That smells amazing," he said, moving to take the plate of lasagna from her hands.