#( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn )

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@sansloii || sc.

       —— I know it’s odd, but...

       Thin fingers glide through black strands with ease, taking care to pick the perfect lock before weaving it among the others. Proceeding to find yet another, the elf joins each piece of hair together, over time assembling the intricate braids that eventually cascade down the back of the shifter’s head and spill across his shoulders. Delicately, they weave white and silver thread into the dark patterns, and they press a gentle kiss to the back of Wynn’s shoulder as the extended music of end credits is heard.

       —— “Told you I’d finish when your movie did.”

       A soft chuckle is muffled against the fabric of his shirt. With a quiet hum, Haejin snakes their arms around his middle for a hug from behind, lifting their head only to rest their chin atop his shoulder and gaze upwards at the cloudy sky. “I was a priestess of Artemis for centuries, but you’re the first male I’ve done this on. Humans haven’t changed much.” A displeased huff is exhaled, and their gaze drops back down as they press a second kiss to their bear’s cheek.

       “It’s not perfect, but you won’t be so tortured whenever it’s time.” They give him a gentle squeeze, moving to rest their forehead against the back of his neck and closing their eyes. They listen to the gentle waters of the backyard pond, relaxing into Wynn with a smile. “It’s going to rain. I don’t want to go in yet, though.” The elf reluctantly pulls themselves away, brushing a piece of hair behind their ear, and they wave their hand in leisure at the sky. Right as the first droplets begin to fall, an invisible barrier is brought into existence, and soft pitter patters of rain sound against the dome around them.

       They move to settle themselves beside the shifter, snaking their arms right back around his waist – from the side this time – and gingerly pulling him with them to lie back against the nest of blankets and pillows they’d created together, special for rooftop dates such as this. Snuggling entirely into him, they tangle their legs together, and a third kiss is pressed right to his lips, lingering there for a few extra moments.

       —— “What’s your favorite memory?”

#sansloii #( It only takes one bite. || Haejin Interactions ) #( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn )

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@sansloii || me spewing random bullshit as usual (but this time it’s even shittier writing)

       ------ “Vhenan,”

       A gentle laugh sounds through the air from the elf as they steady Wynn’s hand on their knee, making sure each finger remained properly fanned out while a bottle of nail polish is shaken. With their back against his chest, they fail to notice if a face is being made in their direction but nonetheless grin to themselves at their bear’s noticeable movement -- subconscious or otherwise. “You’re shifting as if I’m about to cut your claws off.” Chuckling, Haejin places their hand atop his, allowing their fingers to intertwine for a fleeting moment.

       “You can repay me for eating my pepperoni rolls, can’t you?” Words leave their lips in a teasing tone, and they turn their head to finally peek at the shifter’s reaction. Previously, they’d used extremely transparent colors, and it had been only a few occasions ( namely, whenever they were painting their own and Wynn happened to come home and get caught in the crossfire ). Now, however, the bottle gives way to its pitch black contents, and a smaller bottle of stark white rests on the table for later in the evening. “And for crushing me for hours.”

       A fond smile spreads across their lips at the memory. Tired bear eating and getting comfy = passing out right on top of his elf, who was trying to braid his hair at the time. They couldn’t bring themselves to move until he was awake; he looked too peaceful to disturb -- much like Phantom, who is currently curled up and dozing on the arm of the couch beside the shifter’s shoulder -- and quite deserved the rest.

       With a soft hum, their attention turns away for them to twist open the polish and begin their work, taking care to color Wynn’s nails as quick and precise as they can manage without mistakes being made. “I added a new bead to your hair while you were napping,” they murmur, brows beginning to furrow together in their concentration. “It should give you an energy boost until you can rest properly. I don’t like seeing you roam around like a zombie.” Their bottom lip puffs out into a small pout, and they move Wynn’s hand away from their knee and rest it for drying on his own thigh. Shifting entirely, the elf faces him while seated on their heels, placing them just high enough to press a kiss against Wynn’s forehead and follow up with a peck to his nose without stretching. “You’re not allowed to work next weekend. I’ll kill your boss if I have to. It’s Halloween -- we have a date to go on.”

#did i just steal da lore for vhenan meaning 'my heart'? yes #sansloii #( I’m not broken so don’t fix me. || Haejin Interactions ) #( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn )

[falselyimbruedinfear]

“Do you trust me?” ( Wynn & Haejin c: )

protective sentence starters. || accepting!!

@sansloii

What is this?

       It’s foreign, yet familiar: the tightness in their chest, the racing of their heart, the inability to control suddenly quickened breaths as the unexplainable urge to flee rises…

Is this fear?

       Arms protectively curl further around the carefully wrapped bundle of joy in them, embracing the newborn child within as close as possible against their chest.

       They’d felt a glimmer of it at the first realization of what was happening, the initial shock of an unexpected childbirth. It had shown itself for just a second as they cried out, and it had been washed away just as fast when Wynn returned to their side.

They had forgotten what it is like to be afraid.

       ... Until seven hunters showed up.

       The whole thing is a cruel joke. They were only out for one last walk through the woods and a final wading through the shallow river ( their favorite in the area ) before taking a break from it all until the baby arrived. It was supposed to be relaxing and fun – the river was not supposed to run red. They were left with no choice but to stay beside the stream; they were merely lucky enough to have an overprotective bear insist he come along.

They haven’t even had enough time to name him yet.

       “Shh, shh.” Haejin quietly reassures the small child at the sound of a soft cry. “Daddy’s got us, we’re okay.” They whisper and gently bounce the little bundle despite the fire of every movement.

Do you trust me?

       The words echo in their ears, and they slowly lift their gaze to view the love of their life, whose back was turned to them and whose body was tensed into a protective stance. They can feel it: the absolute rage. They’ve witnessed the shifter angry only once before, when an amateur made the mistake of attempting to use Haejin as a hostage of sorts, but that? That was nothing compared to the anger seeping from him now. Even the group of hunters have grown wary since boldly announcing their presence – and making it known they lacked firearms. As if it was any less of a threat after insinuating a plan to kill the babe, who was no more than 10 minutes old, first. Haejin’s own blood would boil, had they the energy.

       But a flood of warmth spreads through the elf as a tiny hand curls around their finger, and a soft smile finds its way on their lips as they finally relax against the tree trunk, keeping their tired gaze locked on their love’s back.

       ——— “With our lives.”

#sansloii #( Is that what you were hoping to hear? || Answered Asks ) #( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn ) #this is...... shitty writing but you get the idea #i was too distracted with possibilities #long post;

[falselyimbruedinfear]

how my muse feels when they see yours. || not accepting.

@sansloii

       ------ Gorgeous.

       Their eyes focus solely on lashes threatening to brush against cheeks as they lie closed, amber hidden beneath lids and the light of friendly charisma extinguished in sleep. Relaxed isn’t the word for how the shifter appears, hands resting on abdomen and body slanted in the slightest angle towards them, as if protecting or weary of the elf sitting in an identical hammock parallel to them ( the former of which, a sliver of hope seeped in their chest for ). Relaxed x2 is written across the composed features of the shifter, perhaps even relaxed x3, but they failed to recall a word to quite describe it.

       Wynn. It’s such a simple name, yet it’s enough to bring their heart into a small flutter.

       Pencil quietly scratches against paper, focus lifting from the sheet every now and then to stop and stare and remember. And sometimes, they find themselves getting lost in the other’s visage. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the invisible canopy above the pair is forgotten, the drizzle ignored in favor of taking in every curve and fine line of lips just barely parted with soft breaths. Before them lies a man whose presence is so calming, so peaceful, they often wonder if he’s real, if he’s truly there by their side in all unspoken, gentle actions.

       They have no reason to be this way -- no reason to always be so swept away in him. Even so, fighting the waves is a lost cause. He may have a soulmate of his own ( one he’s never spoken of ), but, by the gods, they were certain he was theirs. Desire of an indescribable nature wells in their heart with every glance cast aside to the man. It’s unbearable yet hardly noticeable all the same -- a need, if you will. To learn of him, help him, protect him. The urge to touch his face and run far away are constantly at war with each other. It’s confusing, but, when he’s awake and hues of amber are trained on them with a smile reaching all the way from his lips to those goddamn eyes -- they’re instantly at ease. And while they may not understand why any of these feelings have risen in their chest, they’re certain about one thing:

       They would kill for this man.

#sansloii #( Is that what you were hoping to hear? || Answered Asks ) #I WROTE THIS VERY FAST I'M SO SORRY IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE #( I’m not broken so don’t fix me. || Haejin Interactions ) #( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn )

[falselyimbruedinfear]

“Don’t go out too far in the water. The ocean will swallow you whole.” ( Wynn & Haejin )

summer beach sentence starters. || accepting!!

@sansloii

       “And the black sand will melt your flesh,” Haejin teases with a soft smile, scurrying backwards deeper into the ocean currently raging through harsh waves. The water only reaches to their waist, just enough to get the end of their shirt soaked, and they smile at Wynn as they extend their arm to offer a hand. “C’mon, teddy bear. I won’t let the big bad ocean hurt you.” Chuckling, they wiggle their fingers while waiting for the other to take hold of their hand. “Besides,” they add as an afterthought, waving their other hand and causing water to suddenly rise a few feet high from the surface level — as if a fountain temporarily sprung up in the middle of unstable waves. “The ocean loves me.”

#sansloii #( Is that what you were hoping to hear? || Answered Asks ) #( I’m not broken so don’t fix me. || Haejin Interactions ) #( The calm before the storm. || Haejin & Wynn )