Gahyeon finished the flower crown and put it on Bora’s head.

Bora looks at the pirate queen in front of her, and shows a smile with too many pointed teeth. She flicks her tail, shining gold and red on the sunset, and accidentally flicks some saltwater on her immaculately white pants.

The job at the roller skating rink paid well and was stylish, and it’s why Viian went after it.

"Storm's coming, lucky", the sea captain said, looking through his spyglass into the horizon.

Handong regretted the day she’d met Gahyeon, for it had set her fate into motion.

Sooyoung hissed, the feeling of the disinfectant foreign and familiar at the same time. Haseul glanced at her, and then around: one never knew what was laying around, in wait, hoping for a moment of weakness.

It’s been a while since Minji had talked to anyone from back home, but she had ran away to Norway for a reason that she barely remembered.

Humming along the soft tone of the radio in the kitchen, Yoohyeon finished tying her tie in the mirror, hair already tied up.

Minji kisses the small wounds on Handong’s fingers, and then bandages them carefully, even though she doesn’t need them anymore: a vampire’s saliva is pretty much a cure-all, but Handong guesses it’s the thought that counts. 

Hyejoo looked at the magic sparking from her fingertips, flowing in grey waves that were deadly. Heejin, by her side, cocked her head, staring at it.

She was ready to not shine.

The worst flowers to cough are larkspurs, because they always seem to come on the branch, scratching at Yoobin’s throat and tinting the purple of the petals with blood.

The manager hands them books on how to speak Korean and leaves the three alone with their books, their CDs and a ty internet connection. Mina, Momo and Sana look at each other and then, at the books.

The kitchen smelled like herbs.

Sooyoung, through the ages.

She coughs up petals - beautiful pieces of calla lilies tinted with blood -, and looks into the mirror.

There’s a new tattoo shop nearby, where the old fishing gear shop had been.

Space is cold and empty, with only the distant stars and the ever occasional planet or moon as reference points. Captain Jo, or simply Haseul, from spacecraft Sambunui Il, knew this very well.

Siyeon watched, from the door, as Yoobin slowly put the silver chain.

Bora’s usual haunting grounds are demolished to make way into a “shopping mall”, whatever are those.

The producer christens her Olivia Hye and bestows her a title: Destroyer of Eden, World Eater, Fallen Angel, The End and The Beginning of All Things, and she accepts it eagerly, slipping a mask into her face, shaped like her own, but not quite: rubies cover her eyes, and wolf-like features morph into her own, both a muzzle and a gag tinted with blood.

Jinsol bit the apple.

Haseul looked at the elf, who was more focused on try to take aim. Sure, they were on the same subjugation party, but Jungeun felt absent, far away, as if any moment she’d fly away. 

Yoobin has heard of Minji.

She could spot several places where she had overstitched, then in a futile effort to correct it, she managed to understitch it. Good job, Siyeon, she mentally chastised herself.

People, Jungeun found out, were a lot like what they ordered at the coffee shop.

There’s stars in her hair and sunlight in her eyes.

Ever since Minji is aware of it, there’s a soulmate mark on her neck.