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elliesflower · 1 year

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i saw you in a dream [2]

chapter 1 here

summary; you and ellie get closer as she helps you with playing guitar.

chapter; 2/? 2.7k words

cw (per chapter); recreational marijuana usage, language

a/n; let's play a game called 'how many times did i use the word 'guitar' in this god forsaken chapter?' anyways, i'm sick with a cold right now so i've had lot's of time to write, but little mental capacity for proofreading. let me know what y'all think of this chapter <3 (and find it on AO3 here)

“Be my guest,” Ellie relaxed a bit once she realized you were truly okay with everything, reaching behind her to grab her guitar. “You sure it won’t mess with your concentration, though?”

“Oh please,” you waved your hand dismissively. “If anything, it’ll help.”

“With the guitar playing, or the nerves?” Ellie smirked, crossing one leg and resting her guitar in her lap, fiddling with the tuners. Almost immediately, you felt another blush creeping up your neck. Were you that obvious? You opened your mouth to speak, but she cut you off before you could get a word in.

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she laughed, not even glancing your direction. You gripped the bong tighter, letting out a nervous laugh as you let your eyes wander down, admiring the tattoo that graced her forearm and trailed off on her wrist. Her hands worked their way around the guitar, dancing over an intricate moth design at the top of the neck that matched the one on her arm.

“Well to be fair, you are giving very suspiciously free guitar lessons,” you pointed out, walking past her to sit gingerly on the edge of the mattress. It felt very personal all of a sudden, sitting on the bed of a complete stranger, about to smoke weed that may or may not be laced with poison. Ellie laughed again, plucking a couple strings in an unfamiliar melody like it was second nature. She looked up at you, and you only hoped that she couldn’t somehow hear your heart rate increase.

“This is true,” she said thoughtfully, resting a hand on the side of the guitar. “Yet here you are.”

You swallowed harder than normal, and instead of saying something potentially embarrassing, you brought the mouthpiece to your lips, lighting the bowl. Yet again, you faintly heard Ellie’s enchanting laugh over the sound of the bubbling water before pulling out the bowl to breathe in the smoke. You held it in for a moment, letting it flood your lungs before exhaling gently, passing the glass to Ellie. She took it with a quiet thanks.

You didn’t smoke nearly as often or as much as Dina, so the first hit—especially off a bong—always gave you a slight, yet pleasant and relaxed high. It was definitely needed, as you found yourself scooting back farther onto the bed, before prying open your guitar case. The anxiety in your brain slowly dwindled as you pulled your own guitar out along with the sheet music, crossing your legs before resting them in your lap.

“So, are you a music major?” You asked, looking up at her.

“Oh, no,” she smiled before blowing smoke. “I’m a graphic design major. Music is just a minor. My step-dad taught me to play guitar when I was in high school and I just fell in love with it.” Ellie moved the guitar back into playing position and strummed a few chords. A few loose strands of hair fell into her face as she looked down at her hands, and you let your gaze follow—her long, slender fingers produced a beautiful sound from the strings, and you had to stop yourself before you stared for too long.

“So you just decided to give free lessons…for fun?” You pressed further. The weed had you caught between feeling both assured and apprehensive.

“Well, kind of for fun, kind of because I’m bad at remembering to do my homework and my teacher agreed to extra credit in exchange for me giving out some free lessons,” she explained, ceasing her strumming and grabbing the bong once more. She pulled it to her perfectly pink lips, and you couldn’t help but to stare this time.

“Anyways,” she said suddenly, looking back up at you. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before she caught you looking. She smiled, warm and inviting, blowing smoke from her nose. It was hard to tell what was making you high at this point—the weed, or the way she looked at you. Probably both. “What is it that you’re having trouble with? A certain song? A certain technique?”

To be honest, it was kind of everything that you were having trouble with. It felt clumsy whenever you tried to move your fingers at the same time you strummed, you always forgot the difference between a whole step and a half step, and all the notes on the page sometimes just looked like hieroglyphics. But you couldn’t tell her that—not when Dina was halfway-right and Ellie does seem like some sort of guitar legend.

“Well, for the final we just have to pick a song and play one verse, but we get extra credit if we can do the chorus too,” you explained. “I picked Sparks by Coldplay because it seemed pretty easy. I’m…okay at doing the verse, but I’m having more trouble with the chorus. I think it’s the strumming pattern I can’t get down.”

“Ah, that's a good song,” Ellie beamed at you, eyelids just a bit lower now. “When’s your final?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Wednesday.”

Her eyes widened almost comically.

“Wednesday, as in, this coming Wednesday?” she asked. You nodded sheepishly.

“Well…let’s hear you play the verse, then,” she conceded. The nerves started to settle back in; however, this was no one’s fault but your own at this point. She stood up, reaching behind her to grab a short, well-loved music stand, before placing it in front of you. It wobbled slightly as you opened the sheet music onto it, watching her settle back into her chair. God, was it too late to ask for another hit?

“Okay, um,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and positioning your hands on the guitar. You took a deep breath and looked at the music sheet—there were only eight notes in the whole song, and you knew them, logically, but getting your fingers to cooperate was a different story. It especially didn’t help that Ellie was laser focused on you now. You gripped the neck and placed your fingers in a C-chord position, taking in a deep breath.

Slowly, you began to strum, and almost immediately you could tell your strumming pattern was off. It sounded like a five-year-old was playing as you moved your fingers into A-minor-seven on the wrong beat. You continued playing for a moment, feeling abashed until you reached the chorus and gave up. You risked a glance at Ellie, and to your surprise, she didn’t look like she was going to laugh at you. In fact, she said:

“That wasn’t so bad!”

You let out a laugh that was both amused and mortified.

“Thanks for sparing my feelings,” you said, burying your face in your hands.

“No, I'm serious! I’ve heard worse, trust me,” she assured, standing up and walking towards you with her own guitar. You felt the bed dip near your side as she sat next to you. You peaked through your fingers and saw that she was this close to touching your thigh with her own. “You should have heard me when I first started playing.”

Lifting your head from your hands, you rested your elbows on your guitar. Her reassurance was appreciated, but you still felt embarrassed. Ellie looked over at you with sympathetic eyes, sparkling in the faint lamplight, and it took everything in you not to burn under her gaze.

“Look, let’s just simplify it for a moment. You know what the original song sounds like, yeah?” she asked, pulling her guitar into position.

“Yeah, I love the song,” you replied, watching her movements.

“Okay. We’re basically playing a few different variations of the same three chords: C, A-minor, and F-major,” she strummed the notes as she listed them. “Do you know those three chords?”

You nodded.

“Good. So I think one of the main things that you’re struggling with is the strumming pattern. Try leaving a beat in between, like this,” she played the three notes in a much more basic strumming pattern—though it was obviously not the original, it was easy enough to understand, and definitely made more sense than the one you had been trying.

“You’re really good at this,” you seemed to lose inhibition around her, though, of course, you’d just blame it on the weed. Ellie didn’t look at you, but gave a breathy laugh.

“Okay, let’s hear you try now,” she said, avoiding the compliment. “Just pick one chord and practice the pattern.”

You lingered on her side profile for a moment, admiring the way her nose bridge sloped into an adorable peak, the slit in her eyebrow, the concentration on her face as she studied her own guitar. Before she could look over, though, you brought your guitar back into position and did as she said.

Much to your dismay—and humiliation—this new strumming pattern sounded worse than the first one you’d been practicing. You groaned in frustration, slapping your palm over the strings to stop the awful sound they were emitting. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you refused to look over at Ellie, in fear she may be about to give up on you already.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said softly, and without warning, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Normally, your instinct would be to shrink away from the touch, but you found yourself completely subdued by it. It was gone just as quickly as it had come, and by the time you opened your eyes, she was already standing up. Had you just imagined that?

“Put the guitar down for a sec,” she said from across the room now. Her own guitar was already leaned against the dresser as she grabbed the bong from her desk.

“Don’t I kind of need the guitar to practice guitar?” You questioned, despite following her instructions anyways. Faintly, you heard your mother’s voice in the back of your head, asking you, if all your friends were going to jump off a bridge, would you really follow them off it? Unsurprisingly, your answer was almost always yes.

Ellie gave you an amused look. “Not always. Just trust me.”

She outstretched the bong to you, and you accepted it, gratefully. She began messing with the speaker behind her as you took another hit, and another one, and another one, until she was sitting in her chair and rolling it towards you. All the racing, anxious thoughts in your mind slowed, one-by-one, and your arm felt heavy as you handed the glass back to her, pushing your legs out in front of you to hang off the edge of the bed.

“Feeling better?” She asked with a slight smile. Your mouth unconsciously turned up at the corners to match hers, and you nodded.

“I don’t know if I can play like this, though,” you laughed now, your restraint flowing out the slightly-open window. “Do you get all your students high?”

Ellie laughed, rich and harmonious.

“Just close your eyes and lay back.”

Though her words should have had you nervous, the insinuation enough to send a shiver down your spine, you obliged. Your head fell back onto the duvet with a soft thump, eyes closing in bliss. The smell of her was everywhere, in the bedding and in the air, the woodsy-amber combined with the ever-present peppery musk of weed. You were only slightly aware of her presence at the edge of the bed until she spoke again.

“Just listen to the song. Pay attention to the guitar,” her voice was almost commanding. Not that you needed any persuasion—you were ready to jump off that bridge as the music started, the wistful acoustic filling the room.

Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, ‘Oh, sing one we know,’

Your fingertips lightly traced the silhouette of your guitar next to you as you listened, eyes fluttering open slowly to stare at the ceiling.

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do,

Faintly, you heard a second guitar chime in with the song, quiet, yet heady. Your head lolled to one side and you caught sight of Ellie, strumming along with the track. Her mouth moved slightly in time with the lyrics, but the combined sound of the speaker and the guitar were too overpowering to hear her voice—you longed to know what harmonic sound escaped her lips.

Sitting up, you watched her face as she continued to play. She didn’t glance up at you, but she did stop singing out once she caught you looking from the corner of her eye. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly with concentration, yet she exuded bliss. It was like she was in another world as she played.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold on to

Yeah, that's what I do,

Remembering why you were even listening in the first place, you tried to focus on the guitar like Ellie had said. Not her extremely enticing face. You listened to the blend of her playing along with the track itself, willing yourself to focus. Maybe taking so many hits wasn’t such a great idea.

La, la, la, la, o-oh

La, la, la, la, o-oh,

“Aren’t your eyes supposed to be closed?” she asked, playfully squinting at you as the song came to an end.

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me guitar?” You retorted with a laugh. You felt at ease now, looking at Ellie through the thin cloud of smoke in the room—she didn’t look away this time. She only looked back with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“Just pick up your guitar and try again,” she shook her head in defeat, a small grin still present on her lips. “Start from the beginning. Try it with the basic strumming pattern, and just focus on the C, A, and F chords. Fuck everything else.”

Though your nerves were long gone at this point, you still weren’t sure you’d be able to play in your altered state. The guitar felt bulky as you pulled it back into your lap and leaned forward, toes just barely touching the floor. You drew a deep breath as she watched you, pulling together all your brain power.

And then, it was magic.

You could visualize Ellie in your mind, her tattooed arm flexing as it moved up and down along the guitar, and you mimicked the movements. The sound coming from the guitar actually sounded halfway decent—not great, but definitely an improvement. You chanced a look at the redhead, and she was already smiling at you. Before you reached the chorus, you stopped playing and looked down at your fingers, wondering if she possibly performed some sort of witchcraft on you.

“See? Sometimes you do need to put the guitar down in order to play,” she smirked, putting her guitar down. “That was much better.”

Your cheeks flushed and you averted your eyes. Normally, you could take a compliment, but it felt…different, coming from Ellie. Here she was, a perfect stranger, letting you into her space, letting you smoke her weed, dedicating her time to you—it all felt remarkably intimate in such a short amount of time. Was it just the sapphic passion that seemed innate in you at this point?

“Yeah, yeah, I guess you are a pretty good tutor…or whatever,” you trailed off, bashfully looking back up at her. She beamed back at you, but before she could say anything, your phone chimed from your pocket. Ellie simply twirled around in the chair, beginning to play yet another song that she plucked from her memory, and you only wished you could have even a fraction of the skill she seemed to possess.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and unlocked it.

hey, you still alive over there??

i’m actually really bad at writing please don’t make me write a eulogy

do you think i could pay someone to do it

would you be offended if i paid someone to write your eulogy

You nearly snorted at the messages from Dina. It was almost hard to imagine that barely an hour ago you had been nervous to even come here.

Everything’s going good!

You texted back. Her reply was almost immediate:

just good???

“good” as in you’re good at guitar now?????

or good as in good ;) ?????

orrrr good as in you’re narrowly avoiding death as we speak?????????

You looked up at Ellie through your lashes, and watched as she bobbed her head lightly, singing softly with the sweetest voice you think you may have ever heard.

You texted back:

Good ;)

chapter 3 here

#ellie williams #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x you #tlou part 2 #the last of us #dina tlou

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bitethebullets · 10 months

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my instagram glitched and played my friend’s insta story instead of lola’s when i clicked on their story and well my friend had posted a pink bong with barbie world by nicki playing and had melody and kumori sticker and a pink fade filter over top. i literally thought lola posted that and was about to go insane

#i was like literally so insane for .02 seconds before reality hit #hails says

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dbeatappreciator · 6 months

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“Like a couple months later”

October 15th: the callous daoboys - Die On Mars

Slimebergrind. I listened to this band under the pretense of it being “mathy emo music” and what I got was two albums (and some EPs i haven’t heard) of perfect……. fuck what do i even call this? what am i doing?? i’m 3 bong rips deep and i’m trying to describe the daoboys? that is a terrible idea. Anyway, it’s heavy, it’s sassy, it’s fast, the noisy bits as well as the more melodic bits weave into the never ending restless tempo/time switches that set up quite the barrier for entry for people who wanna mosh to this, let me be clear, it can be done you just have to be a bit of a gay nerd (and if you’re reading this chances are you are). This album is ADHD at it’s truest and has such a distinct sound that completely does away with the masculine energy that emanates off most “core” bands, The Callous Doughboys carry a fun, lighthearted welcoming energy without letting go of that “fuck you” metal attitude, conspiracy theorists and catholic extremists are on the beating end of Maddie’s guitar, lucky for them these guys scream hard enough you can just pretend you can’t understand you cowards.

This album is scathing, from the very opening moments of Flip Flops at a Funeral the daoboys are going strong with vaguely guitar made noises, pure queer anger, and plenty of “theatre kid shit” this song is a perfect mission statement for the genrebending borderline tempoless yet infectiously groovy album we have ahead of us. The Callous Doughboys have endless riffage for every situation, and Dogfight Over the Trenches is a great demonstration of their composing ability, fuck it, this might be one of their best songs, it’s full of those crazy shots that pepper their signature style, noisy bits, breakdowns, and pained vocals that make your aunt say “turn that screamo shit off”. It’s a well pondered question among yuppies how heavy music could possibly be catchy to some people, and through my journey with the daoboys i’ve discovered that a big part of it is familiarity, this sound can be really hard to break into from a purely hardcore background (like i did) but once you feel like you “get it” i implore you to listen to Fake Dinosaur Bones one more time and shout it at the rooftops cuz it is by far one of the catchiest metal songs i’ve heard. After a lovely interlude we jump right back into another of my favourites (they’re all my favourite) The Absolute Barnstormer, a brutal grind jam that still reeks of that theatre kid shit, i think that if you had to get a strictly metal fan into this (for some reason idk) this would be the song to do it, the riffs in this song are so white belt, the restaurant scene is so funny, the shots are still in full fucking swing, and that guitar feedback hits my ears soooooo nicely, S Tier track. Chances are good if you’ve heard of these guys you know Blackberry DeLorean, and that’s for good reason, this song has some of my favourite melodies and riffs and beats, the whole thing takes me back to middle school in the best way possible, if you’re gonna listen to any daoboys this is the song, and then listen to the rest of them or else you won’t be hot n sexy🤷‍♀️. Pure Schlock is a song that you can tell they had fun writing, it’s so fun to break shit to, the dissonant guitar leads next to those fucking shots before a quick pre chorus and one of the best choruses on the whole album, both vocalists take this track as a chance to show off and they leave me in awe, the whole band is going so hard on this song (forgot to have breakfast with my spiro i’m dissociating a little) and every breakdown has my downstairs neighbours plotting to have me evicted if i don’t stop jumping around. this is a pretty long album and i’m running out of interesting things to say, i love every song on this so damn much, but we’re gonna skip right ahead to the song of the hour, the bisexual menace, the complete and utter moshfest that is Die On Mars (Sunspot) the way the whole rhythm section moves together despite the wildly inconsistent tempo, i’d love to figure out how the guitar makes those noises, or even how the bass developed that much swagger, but more than anything i just want everyone to shut up and listen to this fucking chorus, it’s so heavy, so catchy, so daoboys, you don’t get this sound anywhere else, so in the end when they start singing i just close my eyes and let the frantic, amazing guitars wash me away.

#mathcore #metalcore #the callous daoboys #georgia #gay fuckin bisexual non binary band #screamo #i fucking love them

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 7 months

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Anyway yeah welcome to the rtc fandom

noel and mischa definitely belong together

and i think we all kinda wanna dunk ocean in acid and knock her down a peg lol

be so for real

the part abt her nailing her bar mitzva and confirmation had me in tears hshdjk and when karnak was explaining her backstory and jane and mischa were in ponchos n mischa had a bong and jane had a lil drum thing? cackling bro

like shes kinda a jerk but she was nice towards the end

ok mischa in talia. his VOCALS OH MY GOOOOD the part where they projected the video of her dancing onto his chest and he just belts out this beautiful melody?????? bro

like as much as i firmly believe that nischa were meant to be, i think he really was broken up over not being able to say goodbye to talia

#eel gets asks!#ill probably post more int the coming weeks abt rtc ngl

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chloe-spade · 2 years

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Caterella Chapter 1: A Magical Meeting

✨

*3 years later*

*Bing Bing**Bing Bong*

Cater groaned as the grand clock rang loud throughout town, covering his head with a pillow.

"My God, this is loud..." Kalim mumbled, getting up from his bed.

Cater got up, staring at the clock with dismay. "Oh, I hear you, damn clock, you scream loud so everyone can hear you. You tell us to get up and start the day," he sighs to himself, "You might be worse than my stepmother."

He closes the window. "I hope the clock didn't wake you all up like I did. It's a pretty loud clock."

"It was so loud," Kalim whimpered, "I always forget about it."

"Tell me about it," Ace mumbled, pulling his covers up. "I want to sleep in."

Cater chuckles, "Ah, I wish I could do the same, but alas, I have chores to do. And I was having an extraordinary dream too." He steps over to his small closet.

"What is it? I wanna know?" questioned Kalim.

"Oh, have you heard? If you tell someone a wish, it won't come true."

"Oh? How?"

✨

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

✨

Everyone relaxes as the soothing melody filled the room as Cater gets ready for the same day of chores and angry people.

Birds chirped as he sang.

✨

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

✨

Cater dances as the mice helps him get ready for the day, singing, and generally having fun in the morning.

✨

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

✨

Cater smiles as he opens the door to the long stairway down and the mice followed beneath him to start the day.

✨

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

✨

*Clack! Clack!!*

"Another mouse trap?" gasped Ace, "how?"

"You know how they are, Ace," Ruggie whispered, "those people hate us mice, and I don't know why, we just live and eat."

"That's how you got caught," Cater reminded, walking towards the noise. "And you almost gotten eaten by Pom Pom."

"Well, they shouldn't leave the food out in the open," Ruggie pouts.

"We know, we know..." Ace sighs as he goes by the cage. "Yep! It's a new mouse! And he looks scared already."

Ace smiles as he tries to open the cage.

Cater laughs as he carefully opens the mouse cage and looks inside. "Hello there," he greeted, "What's your name?"

The mouse stayed silent, and he was shaking as he stared hard at Cater.

"Oh, he's a shy one. Ace, can you talk to him?" he asked.

Ace nods as he walks over to him, looking at him. "Hello, my name's Ace, and you see him? That's Cater, he's the one who takes care of us. Now, that's your name?"

"Deuce," the mouse whispered,"...is it true that he can take care of me? Or..."

"Of course! And don't worry, he's very, very nice," Ace nods and holds his hand out, "I can walk you out if you want to."

Deuce took his hand and nodded.

Ace smiles and walks him out. "Welcome to the family. As a family, we will stick together."

Cater smiles as he picks up some miniature clothing for Deuce. "That's our slogan. Here you go," he began to dress Deuce, doing it carefully. "And there you go, adorable."

"I'm not adorable!" Deuce protested, folding his arms.

"Oh my, you are very feisty, are you?" Cater chuckles, "Trust me, Deucey, I know everything adorable." He winks and gets up. "Now, I expected you all to be nice and show him the ropes. And stay away from Pom-Pom."

He walks downstairs to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, breakfast was prepared along with a pot of herbal tea, all in their separate pans.

Ruggie snickered as he goes up to sneak some food, hiding beneath a teacup, and plan his next move.

"Is this normal for him?" Deuce asked.

"You'd be lucky if he didn't alert Pom-Pom," Kalim answered, watching Ruggie.

"Who?"

"Step-Mother's evil cat," Ace looks around, "She has an eye for us mice," he looks around more before climbing down.

"Oh, that doesn't sound nice," Deuce mumbled.

Cater rolls his eyes as he set up the trays. "Don't scare him, Ace."

"I wasn't,"

Cater walks up the stairs, carefully balancing the trays of food on his head and hands.

"Woah," gasped Deuce, "How can he do that?"

"He's been practicing for years. Sometimes we questioned it but we're used to it." Ace answered.

"So...what's he like? Cater, I mean?"

"Well, he's very kind, but man, he likes teasing us. He's like..I don't know how to describe it," Ace mumbles.

"Let's follow him!" Kalim cheered as he begins to climb the railing, followed by Ace and Deuce.

They watched as Cater opened the door, without much struggle.

"Good morning, Astrid," he greeted, putting her tray down and start making the tea.

"Ugh! It's too early for this!" She gasped as Cater opened the blinds,"Close them!" She covered herself in the blanket.

"That can't do," Cater says with a proud smile," You can't miss out on a good breakfast, now can you?

He sets the tray by her side table.

She pouts as she gets up and take her tray, putting it on her lap and begrudgingly starts to eat.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Cater teased with a smile, grabbing the remaining trays.

"Shut up, worm," Astrid hissed venomously, "now, leave me alone."

Cater shrugs and leaves the room. "Suit yourself."

He strolls over to Mika's room, and does the same thing with a smile. A small groan was heard from under sheets.

"Good Morning, Mika," Cater greeted, "I hope you had a good rest. Here's your breakfast and tea."

Mika sighs as she looks over at the food beside her. "....leave," she mumbled.

"Less talkative than yesterday," Cater thought to himself as he left the room, "She's normally snappier in the mornings."

Cater decided to look past as he walks in the final room in the hallway, Lady Rosalind's.

With hesitant breath, he walks inside.

"Ah, you're here, Cater. And with a delightful breakfast," Rosalind's voice rang from her bed, "you've seen nervous. Is something the matter?"

Cater shakes his head. "No, ma'am, just early morning getting to me." He gives her a cup of tea. "It is nothing."

"Now, your chores," Rosalind starts, petting her cat, Pom-Pom, who wickedly grinned at Cater, "sweep the stairs at front and back, scrub the floors again, take care of the laundry and do the dishes, and clean the chimney,"

"I've clean the chimney yesterday," Cater reminded.

"Clean it again! I do not like arguments, dear Cater, and you should know that if I make the order, you do it. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cater sighs.

"And," Rosalind added, "feed the chickens. They seem hostile lately,"

"Of course."

Cater groans as he leaves the room.

"Same old, same old," Cater sighs and goes to the kitchen to start his list of chores.

⭐

Malleus looks out the window as he zoned out his grandmother again.

The sky was gorgeous, he thought, how the blues go with the whites perfectly. That was the only thought he could think off as his grandmother was lecturing him on leaving the palace without a guard.

"I do not see the issue," he mumbled, "like you said, I'm strong enough to protect myself, grandmother."

"I do say that," the queen sighed, "but that doesn't make me less worried for you. You are my grandson, and I just don't want anything to happen to you. And besides, you are of age of marriage."

"I know," Malleus sighs, "It was the only thing you'd talk about whenever I was around."

"Just so you know," The queen looks out the window, "you've been ignoring your duties as a prince, so of course, it was the only subject I could talk about with lecturing you."

"If I may," Lilia spoke, "how about today, I can accompany him? Why not go wound town before his annual ball?"

"Lilia, I appreciate that you are trying not to get me into trouble but like I stated, I'm strong enough and besides, I'm not a child."

"Oh please, it'll be like old times," Lilia smiles.

"I do not see why not," The queen smiled and looks over at Lilia, "please make sure he's not...reckless on his escapade."

"Grandmother..." Malleus sighs in defeat.

"Oh, of course."

Lilia walks out, Malleus followed behind.

"Now, aren't you happy that I convinced your grandmother that going to town is a great idea?"

"Not with you offering to protect me," Malleus mumbles.

"Hey," Lilia laughs, "something could happen while we're in town. I can feel it."

"I suppose so.."

⭐

"How many things are they're going to buy?" Ace questioned, as another box was added to Cater's assemble.

"It looks so heavy," Deuce said, "and that's a lot of stuff."

"Shh.." Cater shushed, "I can handle it, and don't speak, I don't want them to hear you.."

Cater sighs as he carefully maneuvers around, especially with boxes blinding his vision.

"Another!" Astrid gasped as she picked up a dress, "this is will definitely make boys fall for me!"

"Oh! This!" Mika gasped. "My dream pair!"

"I can't comprehend this," Cater admitted, "that's mostly because I can't see what you're showing me. I'd say just buy them if you like them."

"Hmm! Who knew the worm knew good advice!" Astrid laughed.

Cater sighs as he walks outside and wait.

"Exhausting.." he mumbled, "who knew shopping at town square was an exhausting encounter. Hold on, it's not the first time I've done this."

"Id say, you've gotten stronger though," Kalim complimented.

*Jingles Jingles*

Kalim's perked up."Oh! Looks like I'm needed for something!" He climbs out and grabs his wand. "I'll be right back!"

"Be careful," Cater smiles.

Kalim nods as he disappears, leaving a sparkling trail.

Deuce could only stare and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"We'll explain," Ruggie started.

⭐

Kalim found himself at an alleyway, with Lilia waiting for him.

"Hey, Kalim," Lilia greeted, "you seem a bit jilted."

"I've been a mouse for way too long," Kalim chuckles, "You need me?"

"Oh. I need you to devise a plan with me," Lilia smirked, "it's a good one."

Kalim gulped, "Should I be concerned? I mean, you're a elder fairy godfather, should we be doing this?"

"Well, I found a way to get Cater what he deserves, and I'll make sure to make it happen."

"You're saying that like I haven't been trying," Kalim whines, "and trust me, I've been trying."

"I can tell but now, listen to me."

⭐

Cater sighs as more clothing items build around him, it was enough to slower him down.

"God! You're so slow, worm!" Astrid yelled, "move faster! God, you get lazier and lazier every day!"

"Yeah! Mother said you have to keep up!" Mika added, "god, you're so useless."

"I have over 1,000 items on me," Cater thought, "of course I'd be slower."

The girls kept complaining as they look for more items, cover Cater with boxes and bags.

"At this rate, he'll fall!" Ace gasped as he felt a weaver.

"Oh, brace yourself!" Ruggie gasped as Cater slowly began to slip after a new heavy box.

Cater gasped as he felt a hand around his waist, the boxes carefully set on the ground and a unfamiliar voice, "are you ok?"

Cater looks up to see someone he can't recognize but a strangely handsome man, Cater thought.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," He looks up.

"Cater! You clumsy worm!! I hope everything didn't break when dropped them!" Mika screamed.

"Mother will hear about this!" Astrid screamed as well.

The stranger looked over and gave them a glare, which silenced them immediately, but ignored him as he helped Cater up.

"Hello, Cater." The stranger greeted, "I hope you didn't hurt yourself when you almost fell."

Cater blushes and shook his head. "Oh no..I didn't. I'm fine, and thank you...um...what's your name?"

"Malleus," the stranger introduced himself, "it's a pleasure to meet."

"Oddly familiar name," Cater thought.

Malleus begins to carry the boxes, while Cater grabbed the bags.

"God, I've never felt so embarrassed before," Cater laughed, "I was so busy with this..."

"No no, it was ok," Malleus smiles, "I know what it's like to be so busy that I tend forget to...take care of myself."

"I know, right."

Malleus blushes a little as Cater begins to laugh.

"I can understand." Cater laughs, "I hate that I tend to take care of myself and find myself unconscious."

Malleus frowns a little. "You seem overworked. You should rest when you go home," he sighs, "but from what I can see, it's not so easy,hmm?"

Cater could only nod and look down.

"You have no idea." He whispered.

Malleus carefully take Cater's chin to meet his gaze.

"You don't mind if I help you with these and walk you home?"

Cater's face was very red and his head went completely blank.

"S-sure," he quickly squeaked, "I..I don't mind!"

"Am I see something?" Ace asked, looking up at Malleus.

"A big person?" Ruggie yawned.

"I don't know," Deuce answered and shrugged.

"I think it's love!" Ace laughs, looking at Cater and Malleus talking, stuttering over words and some blushing here and there.

"You know what. I can see that."

⭐

"Thank you for helping," Cater thanked Malleus as they walked around town.

"Of course, and here's everything that they bought. And I must say, you are quite a conversationalist, Cater."

Cater smiles. "Oh, I had plenty of practice, with animals. Hmm, yeah I can tell that shouldn't be a good thing, right?"

Malleus looks over at Cater and does a small chuckle. "Oh, I have a Knight who can talk to animals as well, so I'm used to that. And I think it's a good thing, as you may understand all animals around you."

"Oh, phew!" Cater sighs of relief, "that's a relief. I'm used to be called weird because of it."

"Oh, I am very aware on weird it is but it never weirds me out."

With an unknown force, Cater immediately fell into Malleus once again and Malleus caught him once again.

"You must be very clumsy, Cater," Malleus laughs, holding Cater, "Perhaps, you've fallen for me?"

Cater Pouts. "Hush...I mean, you are not wrong. I guess I did fall for you."

The comment left Malleus of guard, as his face immediately turned red. Malleus helps Cater up as they share a laugh.

"Cater!! Our carriage is here! Get a move on!!" Astrid ordered.

"Oh, let me help you load all this up." Malleus offered as he helps Cater load the items.

"You've been such a great help today, Malleus." Cater smiles but it slowly turns into a frown, "I...I know I can't see you again, but maybe one day?"

Malleus's eyes soften. "May I give you something?"

He reaches into his pocket and gives Cater an envelope with a golden emblem on the center.

"Here you go. It's an invitation for the royal ball tomorrow night," Malleus looks at Cater, "I hope you can come?"

"It's not like the others I've seen before. It's custom made." Cater examined.

"Well, I suppose I should tell you. I am Prince Malleus, of this kingdom."

Cater gasped but quickly covered his mouth to not cause a scene. "Y-you? Oh my god, that means I.."

"Please don't fret," Malleus whispered, "and I know you and anyone has seen me before. But I am serious, I do wish for you to attend, any sort of the way."

To seal the deal, a quick kiss on the cheek.

⭐

"It seems you had fun while I was busy," Lilia chuckles, "where were you?"

"Helping...someone." Malleus answers, watching a faraway carriage ride away.

"Ooh? Who is this someone?" Lilia teased as they entered their carriage.

Malleus looks back and says, "Someone I'm willing to give my personal invitation to."

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

「𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈」

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𝘼𝙡𝙘𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙧, 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗, 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡. Its neon sign that illuminated the night in red sat high up. Luring customers of different backgrounds into its enclosed walls infumed by cologne, perfume, alcohol, and smoke. It knew how to sell itself in the best possible way, owning the vintage but ‘somptueux’ lifestyle of the rich to the poor and able. It's where you went to feel status when the world left you without a name. It cradled the hungry and broken, feeding them the delusions of a madman from the devil.

‘I crawl to you like a widow’

‘Lost in death and in poison’

Elle stood high up on a stage made of oak wood overlooking the crowd below her; singing melodiously. Her hands and arms moved in smooth motions like a cobra to the tune of a flute. She shimmered against the limelight as all else was blanketed in dim yellow light. A golden mirage she was, an angel that drove on temptation. As her eyes scoured the club and its habitués she made sure to keep her true facade in its subtlety. For tonight she was ‘Vivi’, a singer picked up from the poor town of Cheouju and given a chance to steal the floor. She wasn’t sure if it was the lie or the pout of her lips as she clung to the organizer of Alcazar that sold it. But when she heard him sigh and lean into her slumped body against his, she knew she’d have to give the best performance. So here she stands with the charlatans of Seoul and made sure every note, move and look made for a story she never lived.

The club has two floors, the one below which hosts the common folk and their needs of performance and drinks. While the floor above held those who paid a little more for sin. Elle has been to both floors when out of sight. But never has gone to the upper two floors above the club which homed the owners of the place. ‘No place for a girl like you,’ one of the dancers had taunted in her ear when she was caught staring at the hidden elevator at the back of the club. She could never reach it due to the bouncers who stood at the entrance of its hallway. When Elle turned to the beautiful fake blonde beside her and asked, ‘Have you been there?’. The woman just winked, lifting her index finger to her lips as she let out a giddy laugh.

Yet, although curiosity bit at her, she pushed away the thought of going to the remaining two floors. As it wasn’t her reason to be here, instead it was a young man. One she never had met or spoken to, but assigned to kill. A life for a life, as her leader had put it. She could still feel the strong grasp of Suho’s hand around her neck. How his words only showed spite against her as he warned her of her last chance. It caused her to shudder.

Down below she watched for any suspicious figures. Any that stood out from the usual dapper drunk men or all the dressed-out women in jewels. Some held cigarettes that let out swirls of smoke, while others sat in booths inhaling from the same colorful bongs that were imported from India. One booth hosted a man who shared drinks with a woman as he shared words to swoon her off her feet. Another held a group of women, two of which were snuggled into each other's sides. One of the two nibbled at the skin of the other as she played with her lover's cotton scarf. And at the far back, near the mystery hallway and its elevator, was a VIP area open for others to watch but not enter. There, ‘private workers’ as Alcazar calls them, work only for those within that area. Those who did not work in the VIP zone weren’t allowed to speak to them. Elle had tried but was pushed away from trying when she received deathly glares from them. So she let it go. My job doesn’t require me to care about what happens here. I just need to find him.

And from afar, as she sang the words of the blues, an uproar erupted from the open bar at the far left. A hefty tall man wearing a navy blue pantsuit slammed his pint of beer, shattering into small pieces of glass. He hovered over a petite-semi build young man who leaned back with amusement in his eyes.

The big man spat each word, “How do you know of me?!”

The boy who too well reminded Elle of a fox picked up a shot with a drink left untouched. Gulping it down, wincing as the liquor burned through walls of skin, he simply stated, “The card on your left pocket gave it away, um-” he leaned in slightly “- Mr. Levi it is.”

In swift motions, the burly man who Elle has come to know as Mr.Levi, held the young man by his neatly ironed black collar. He shook him like a rag doll and all the boy could do is hold onto his attackers’ grasp. Then, with full force, he threw the boy against the edge of the island’s bar.

The club went quiet. Heads turn, whispers that almost resemble the flutters of a butterflies wing.

Slowly straightening himself, one arm stretched out over the counter, the other waving over the bartender. “A Rosalia please,” he murmured to him. The bartender nodded his head furiously and from below the counter, he prepared the drink.

The young man let his fingers roam over the disheveled collar and straightened it. He wore a button up and pants of the same black and a blazer of maroon. His black hair had nicely sat parted on the side but now small strands have fallen forward. He fixed that too; pulling his blazer down and then rolling his sleeves up. Clearing his throat he slightly turned, nodded at the bartender, took his crimson drink and gulped it. “Where was I?”

Mr. Levi, and now four men who emerged from the booths far away, stood behind him. It looked like a pack of dogs ready to off the mut that dared walk their territory. “Don’t get playful with me.”

Their faces stood inches apart, but the fox stood on its ground, a smile to go along with it.

“You’re not the type that I tend to play with, sorry.” He then whispered this for the two to hear but Elle could pick up the sound of a pin from a mile away. “But I did hear you smuggle Vampires from their sectors. Am I wrong?” The young man gave a wink as a final. It’s him, Elle’s heart beated.

Mr.Levi, with stinging anger yelled as he swung at the black fox but was only stopped as it was caught. With one hand wrapped around the first, the young man looked up at Mr. Levi and his lackeys with blazing eyes and clenched teeth.

“I prefer the method of negotiation, but I’m in a hurry-” He was caught off by one of the four men coming at him as they swung a fist. Mr. Levi was let go off and rubbed his knuckles as he watched the young man swerve from every possible hit.

“You fight like one of the street rats,” Mr. Levi spat.

In one of the throws, instead of dodging, the black fox caught the man's wrist, twisted it and held onto his back. Looking up with a wicked and proud smile he agreed, “Born and raised.”

Mr.Levi tsk’s at the boy's response and calls off his man. “Who sent you?”

Getting a breather, the young man then sighs and pulls a small envelope from inside his blazer. Handing it to the big man, he awaited for a response. As he waited he scanned his surroundings, reminding himself he had an audience. And amongst the audience was a woman in gold on stage with eyes staring at him. Like instinct, he winks at her and she turns red but instead of the regular flattered eyes he got, she narrowed her gaze into a glare.

“Minji hmm…” Mr. Levi dabbled with the thought in his head.

Before he could say more, the young man interrupted him, “Yes, so you can help me then?”

The man stood in silence, analyzing the black fox up and down. One more look and he scoffs, “Sure, but I’ll talk to Minji for not telling me about one of our new customers.” Reaching out for the boy's shoulder he asks, “So what’s your name?”

The young man looked around again and saw some eyes still held to the two of them, “I don’t think it's the time for me to say it,” he hints at those around.

Mr. Levi moves his head from left to the right and notices, “I guess you’re right.”

Grabbing his fine dark green coat, Mr. Levi points towards the entrance of Alcazar, “Let’s go then.” The young man nodded and led first to the entrance. No! Elle looked down below to a table which hosted a couple. Seeing the man's glass of scotch in hand, Elle quickly got off stage and snagged the drink, “Sorry, I need this real quick.”

Eyeing one of the men following Mr. Levi she throws the glass across the room, shattering against the man's skull. In alert, the smuggler looked back and saw the once known singer, standing nearer than before. Her hand dripped in scotch as her gold dress shimmered against the light. Elle stayed in her spot, awaiting what the man's next move was. Whatever it is, I can’t let that one get away. She glanced at the black fox and saw how his eyes widened in shock, studying the scene before him.

Mr. Levi let out a bitter laugh before pointing at the two, “Shit, I get it now.” He rubbed his chin that was covered in thick stubble. “You’re both spies. Which Sector sent you huh?”

Immediately the black fox spoke in a desperate tone, “Wait no no no. I don’t even know her.”

“Shut it!” Mr. Levi demanded as he pointed at him.

“Mr. Levi, I promise you-”

“I said shut it boy! You want your stupid little information. The list? Come and get it.” Mr. Levi then let out a whistle and immediately the men began to attack.

The one who got hit by the alcoholic drink stayed down, good, buys me time. One of the three men turned and headed towards Elle. Grabbing the sides of her dress she watched steadily as he came at her with a military knife, a glint that reflected across the blade. He lunged forward and she turned to her side as the knife passed her nose. Seeing his arm extended out, she quickly grabbed it and bit down on his flesh. The man yelped but brought his free hand to grab onto her hair. She grunted as she kept her bite steady and stronger; her head being pulled back as he tried to rip her away. Blood of a Vampire tastes like sewer water. Not being able to hold in the taste she lets go, blood now trickling down her mouth and jaw. With his grasp still on her hair, he pulled her against the open bar as he held the knife against her throat. Elle, with one hand pushing the knife away, with the other free tried searching for some type of weapon around her. When her hands graze the ridges of a design glass cup, she quickly grabs it and shatters the cup within her fist. Now palms bloodied and pierced by small pieces of glass. She grabbed a bigger piece with a large sharp edge and brought it to the man's throat. She watched as his eyes widened as she dug the piece of glass deeper and deeper. Not until he let out his last breath and her hair loose tension, did she let him slump beneath her. Through adrenaline she didn't notice the frantic wavering bodies of the customers. They yelled and ran for the entryway or out through the back by going into the kitchen. But Elle focused back to what really mattered.

Two remain, Elle counted aside for Mr. Levi.

Having been busy with her first attacker, she didn't notice her target also fighting off the two men. They swung furiously, one even found an opening and grabbed the black fox by the throat. He jerked in his grasp, hitting down hard in the arm of the man that held his throat in constraint. One last blow and he was set loose. Between the small seconds, he took advantage and slammed his head against the man causing him to stagger back. Then he bent, wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him and slammed him against the hard rounded wooden tables. The black fox heaved but soon was slammed to the floor by the remaining lackie. The two fought to gain power but it was one they couldn’t succeed in.

Elle watched Mr. Levi watched in anger as his men were taken down one by one. “I don’t pay you boys to embarrass me. Kill the damn rat!” he snarled.

Her eyes turned away from the angered and troubled face down to where a gun sat on his waist tucked inside his pants. Fuck it. Forgetting her red right hand, she snatched the weapon from the man and held it up. At the sound of his gun being cocked, he turned around and faced her. His eyes showed annoyance and unamusement.

“What are you going to do? Kill me?”

She remained steady. Her eyes sometimes fell on the young man who struggled keeping up with the fight. But quickly focused on the tall man before her.

“If you do you’ll just earn more enemies than you can count Miss-” he looked at the stage where a poster of her hung, “- ‘Vivi’. How about I make you a deal?”

I just need to get him and I can get away. She rationalized with herself as she looked back towards her target. Okay...just make it quick.

“So what do you say?” Mr. Levi inquired, “A deal for your life?”

Steadying her breath, she aimed. “No.”

Bang! A trickle of blood trailed from his forehead down to his brow, nose, and lip.

Then she turned and aimed at the last man who hovered over her target again. Bang! Bang! Two shots made to the neck and heart. The man fell onto the black fox and screams erupted again within the walls of Alcazar. Not wasting a minute, Elle sped up to the young man and grabbed his arm. Pulling him up she saw how he towered over. Blood splatter on his face and neck, busted red lip and brow, and eyes that screamed of tiredness but craved for the wild.

“We have to go before they wake up,” Elle stated and he nodded.

Vampire… She recognized as the blood from his split brow revealed his true nature.

They ran out of the chaotic club as more of its customers pushed past the two. The night held its heavy fog as lights of colors caused the streets to glow. Cars zoomed and honked as they passed, voices from telemarketers along with music blasted throughout. As they created more distance from Alcazar the calmer the atmosphere showed. Elles gold dress began to look out of place as women now wore regular clothes. They had made a turn into a neighborhood and left the party behind.

Once they found an alleyway, they stopped and looked around to make sure they weren’t followed. The neighborhood slanted down, so houses and apartments sat next to each other slightly tilted up. Greenery grew wherever it could and posts with long cables ran across above them. Quietness. She said to herself as cicadas now sing the night's tune. The young man next to her stood beside her looking around as well. Now for what I came here to do.

Grabbing onto her dress again, Elle briskly kneed him in the stomach causing him to topple over.

“What the hell…” he grunted through pressed breaths.

She remained quiet as she held his face with one hand and forced him to look at her.

“By Nightworld law you broke Rule 12 and are sentenced to trial,” Elle recited.

The man smiled between squeezed cheeks, “By what Sector?”

“Sector 3.”

“Ah, the Nightcrawlers. How’s Baekhyun by the way? I heard he-” His words fell apart as Elle kicked him in the stomach.

I knew it. Weak like a lamb.

He gulped breaths of air like a fish out of the sea. Coughing once his lungs were filled. And she again held his face, nails digging into his cheeks.

“Not people of death I see. Although the irony is cheap.” Hearing him caused her body to boil. His life for my freedom.

It didn’t take much for the young man to come to realize what was coming. Her words were steady but her eyes showed desperation. Between her grip he scoffed, “You’re not taking me trial are you.”

Their eyes stayed glued to one another. Not exchanging words but just memorizing who stood between each other's paths. Before kneeling down and letting her bloodied and torn right hand roam around his neck, she muttered, “May you find peace in the dark.”

As she opened her hands wide around his neck, the man reached for it and let his thumb dig the small pieces of glass into her palms. She yelped and pushed away but he used his other free hand to grab her wrist. Now having a hold of her, he pushed her back until her body hit the wall of a neighboring home. He held her hands above her head and made sure his thumb hovered over the glass pieces.

“I know you noticed the slow healing and therefore think I’m weak,” his words came with venom, “But I know you’ve lost a lot of blood and I’ve been doing ‘this’ longer than you think.”

“Let go of me,” she snarled. Her eyes glowered, face now covered by her fallen messy hair.

Instead, he pushed down on another shattered piece and she held in a tear. Lips pursed and heavy breaths.

“I don’t have time to play charming with you. You just shot my only lead and when he wakes up I’ll have to explain to Taeyong why I have gained him another enemy. So start talking or I’ll make sure to make you his distraction.”

Elle watched him through bitter eyes, blood now trickling over his eyelid but he never wavered.

Fine. “I was assigned to kill you.”

“I know that, but why?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

The man pushed another and she let out a shuddering breath. “Talk.”

“Fo-for killing our two boys.”

He stayed quiet, looking at her face in hopes her lies would show. But only distressed and anguished emerged.

Elle looked up and saw him contemplate with his thoughts. When moments passed he then nodded to himself and sighed.

“Fair.”

“Good. Then let go of me.”

He looked up at her and raised a brow, “I said fair, doesn’t mean I’m a fool.”

From frustration she jolted against his grasp but he kept her pinned.

“No no no, I got a deal to make with you.”

“Rot in hell.”

“Not yet but I’m sure there's a spot reserved,” he let out a witty smile but soon it fell back to a darker facade. “Now you listen. You want to walk me through those streets of yours Nightcrawler, then you’re going to have to do me a favor.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m looking for someone, to bring them back home.”

“How would I know you won’t back out of the deal?”

He sighs, “I can have a witch bind us, and once I’m dead you’re left to yourself.”

She stayed silent, the thought of him coming willingly helped. But Suho always preferred faster results.

“So?”

I just need to find him the person and we’ll be on our way. Through tired breaths she nods, “Fine.”

“Good.” Letting go of her, he backs away.

Elle grabbed her bloodied hand and noticed how the glass was no longer clear but coated in red. Her hand burned and stinged like a thousand needles. In her view, a hand pops up and holds a black cloth. Looking up she saw the man nod at the thing, “Well take it. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

She takes the cloth from his hand as she glared, this wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

“Na Jaemin by the way.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Jaemin.”

She nodded and looked down at her injured hand. Wrapping the cloth around and tightening a small bowe she introduced herself.

“I’m Elle.”

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