The diner they met in had the worst leather seats Jeongyeon had the displeasure of sitting.

It wasn’t that Hyunjin didn’t like the summer camp she’d been sent to.

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.

The manager hands her a book on how to speak Korean and leaves, and Tzuyu, the sole mandarin speaker of the group, watched in disbelief as she left the room, coloring her perception in red.

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.

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.

The smell of bread and coffee filled the air of Kahei’s favorite bakery.

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. 

“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!”

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.

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. 

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

Yangyang really was about to write r/legaladvice’s wildest post yet - “Can I (20M) force the ghost (100+M) haunting my dead grandfather’s (87M) house to pay rent?”. It probably would send him to the front page by the sheer craziness of it.

Gahyeon is graceful, feet landing on the ground with such precision that the rehearsal markings are barely needed.

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.

She was ready to not shine.

The rain made a soft sound against the window.

The kitchen smelled like herbs.

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.

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