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Every time Kahei comes home after a night off, she smells of a different shampoo.
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Gahyeon is graceful, feet landing on the ground with such precision that the rehearsal markings are barely needed.
Chanyeol stared at the stairs in front of him, a mild amused smile taking his lips as he rested his arm on the wheelchair’s armrest, face on hand. By his back, Sehun’s hands rested on his shoulders, eyes on the ramp to the art museum, now taken by an art exposition that did not allow his wheelchair to pass through.
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.
There’s stars in her hair and sunlight in her eyes.
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, right?” She asked, rhetorical, and the girl gave her a curt, stiff nod. She started to clean her hands, staring at Siyeon. “Well, it’s going to be an expensive fix. Upwards two thousand struanes, I think. Old ships tend to be like that, you know? Impossible to predict.” Siyeon looked baffled. Handong counted down the seconds to the explosion. “Old ship? This baby is from a few months ago, I bought it new!”
Bora’s usual haunting grounds are demolished to make way into a “shopping mall”, whatever are those.
Handong regretted the day she’d met Gahyeon, for it had set her fate into motion.
She’s all magic - it’s the way she moves her ringed fingers, weaving pink tendrils into reality.
When the envoys of the far off human kingdom bring their tributes to the Queen of the fae, they bring in a princess with them, veiled and frail. There’s a surprise among court, whispers floating around: human sacrifice isn’t a thing they do.
Siyeon watched, from the door, as Yoobin slowly put the silver chain.
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.
The kitchen smelled like herbs.
The rain made a soft sound against the window.
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.
Jiwoo looked at the photo of her target, and then through the scope of her rifle.
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.
Sooyoung looked at the thermometer, and then at Kahei, whistling low without truly meaning to do it, more of a natural reaction at the numbers on the display than anything else.
She was ready to not shine.
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.