#♡↳ `THREADS: I HAVE RED IN MY LEDGER; INYOUL

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            it  was  a  trip  inyoul  had  made  only  a  hundred  times,  one  of  the  few  excursions  away  from  the  museum  that  he  actually  didn’t  mind  undertaking.  there  were  only  a  handful  of  antique  dealers  inyoul  trusted  well  enough  to  trust  them  to  assess  the  authenticity  of  their  donations  —  those  he  chose  to  personally  deal  with  an  even  smaller  list.  lilith  had  been  nothing  but  pleasant  company  since  finding  her  as  a  part  of  his  network,  each  trip  often  filled  with  tea  and  conversation.  with  a  curious  velvet  box  in  hand  with  questionable  origins,  it  was  shaping  up  to  be  yet  another  such  afternoon.  making  his  way  into  the  shop  and  humming  thoughtfully  at  the  chime  announcing  his  arrival,  the  witch  gave  a  curt  wave  and  lifted  the  item  he’d  wanted  the  woman  to  see.  ❝  don’t  suppose  you’ve  a  moment  to  spare  for  an  old  friend  ?  ❞

                   @shatteredges​ | ♡ ❜𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧                                                 (  𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩 & 𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘭. )

#♡↳ `THREADS: i have red in my ledger; INYOUL #( inyoul & lilith ) #shatteredges #// let me know if this doesn't work ! #// figured this was a nice easy starting point

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⟶ @bcyinluv​ | ♡ ❜𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.                         ( avec inyoul )

       ⟶ ❛ well SOMEBODY’S looking a little bit lost there. did you drop in just to see little ol’ me ? ❜

#♡↳ `THREADS: I HAVE RED IN MY LEDGER; INYOUL #bcyinluv

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administrative duties meant spending what would have otherwise been a fine day for personal research trying to authenticate various artifacts acquired by the museum. the latest in its acquisitions had been what appeared to be various egyptian pieces — valuable and unique pieces but something inyoul himself very little about. a colleague, thankfully, knew of someone to reach out to — hence why inyoul was holding a piece of paper with an address written on it after various attempts at a phone conversation had failed. sure, his phone was antiquated but he’d never known it to be this damnably difficult to reach someone.

now that he’d arrived, however, he was beginning to have his doubts that this was the mr.kim he was supposed to be meeting with. inyoul had been picturing someone a little more scraggly, probably even someone with a sweater vest and a pair of glasses. not ... this.  ❝ i, er ... i don’t suppose you would know where i could find a mr.kim ? i’m supposed to be meeting with him on behalf of the museum of history. ❞

               @softdreems​ | ♡ ❜𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧                                      ( 𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘭 & 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 )

#♡↳ `THREADS: i have red in my ledger; INYOUL #( inyoul & tucker ) #softdreems #♡↳ `QUEUE: chapters released one at a time

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⟶ @sycophanticcliche​ | ♡ ❜𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.                       ( avec inyoul )

        ⟶  ❛ i’m being about as polite as i can in saying this, but it looks like you need this drink A LOT MORE than i do. ❜

#♡↳ `THREADS: I HAVE RED IN MY LEDGER; INYOUL #sycophanticcliche #{ i'm sorry for him }

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⟶   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐥 & 𝐬𝐞𝐨   | @grinchyletters​ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

           ⟶ forcing him to give up the afternoon that he’d intended to be spent researching the authenticity of a series of paintings in favour of looking into some ‘silly’ series of heists was a guaranteed way to put the witch in a foul mood. it was a matter that could have been left to virtually anyone else ( someone whose time was not nearly so valuable, went unsaid ), but regardless of his protests the witch found himself pulling his trench coat closed as he turned a corner and slipped into an alleyway. of all the modern inconveniences, the new means of conducting illegal activity was perhaps the most frustrating of all. of course, humans dabbling in white collar crime wasn’t his issue. such were matters for the police to handle. when those far from traditionally ‘mortal’ chose to partake in the elicit affairs, however ? that was his personal problem. such led him onto the chilly streets that afternoon, the frigid air so cold that his limbs felt like lead as he struggled to force them forward. he was there on a lead, rumours of a vampire conducting a series of heists that had earned enough attention to warrant concern. the last thing anyone needed was a human police force going after a vampire. the consequences on both sides could very well be dire ( though he’d place his bets on the vampire perhaps every time, until messy little hunters got involved in the matter at least ). 

with only the briefest of descriptions to follow, inyoul slipped his way through a door that had seen far better days, its paint peeled and hues marred by years of weathering. he was welcomed by the small of incense as he made his way into a bar whose clientele near solely compromised the city’s supernatural community. while the man had been there countless times, tonight he wasn’t there for his usual rum and coke. rather, after nodding to the bartender he quickly scanned the room with his eyes before a tiny grin pulled to his lips. GOTCHA. plastering the best poker face he could manage on short notice, he approached the man he hoped was the ‘seo’ he was looking for. the swing of his hips was far too dramatic for one looking for a supposed criminal, but shame was nonexistent as the witch settled behind his target the male and tapped his shoulder lightly. 

❛ you, my good sir, are a right pain in the ass to find. ❜

#♡↳ `THREADS: i have red in my ledger; INYOUL #grinchyletters #{ i hope it's okay! } #{ i'm a bit out of practise i won't lie here PFFT. }

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#♡↳ `THREADS: i have red in my ledger; INYOUL #♡↳ `MIRROR: perpetually tired; INYOUL #♡↳ `HEADCANONS: where the wild things are; INYOUL #♡↳ `THOUGHTS: advice is hidden in satire; INYOUL #♡↳ `ANSWERS: walking encyclopedia; INYOUL