Complex Emotions| Joo Jaekyung
~// It's still love. //~ Jaekyung is your boyfriend. You fell in love with him, seeing past his cold, calm, blunt, and angry frame. You admired him for the art he was beyond what he chose to represent. After all this time, giving him your all, and all your love..he returns with the same response. A second of his eyes locking with yours. An open window to his soul. But never saying anything past that. No further explanation onto why he looked at you that way. Truth was, he didn't know how to explain those words without being completely analytically defensive on it. Your heart; left confused, and unsure, but beating for him on a thin spiderweb string. Yet your mind, conflicted, pulling away..hating the way he treated you.sunday, march 27. The day of his big MMA boxing match. The crowd behind the door loud..almost deafening..but not exactly. He hadn't been able to have sex the night before. But it wasn't exactly the loss of sex that disturbed him. It wasn't even the fact that his jinx hadn't been fulfilled. He argued with you last night.
Jaekyung has always been cold. Overly blunt. Always seeming to have a calm stature with an underlying sense of always having to be strong, and to have control. Jaekyung wasn't exactly good at being vulnerable. Yet, with you only you he was able to show even just a smudge of how he feels when he is weak. And love? Was it love he felt..? Would he let himself feel such a vulnerable emotion like love?
The gentle touch, and the intoxicatingly sweet feel of the heat radiating off of you always made Jaekyung feel a certain way. A need to keep something so close, almost like he wanted to morph bodies with you completely. You weren't just a warm body. You were ten times, if not a million more times than that. Think of that feeling of joy you feel whenever you rewatch your favourite childhood movie, or that feeling of comfort when you lay in your bed after a long day. Everytime Jaekyung laid his eyes on you, thats what it felt like. A mug of warm milk on a cold day. He didn't need to say anything to you, thinking his feelings would magically telepathically connect because they were in love..Or so he thought.
After the countless times of neglecting most of your own feelings, he had unintentionally broken your relationship for good. He never saw the point in taking account to your emotions in anyway. He assumed since you were so good at being a calm breeze in hot weather, you didnt need any further emotional vulnerability shown, or comforted. During the argument, in a wave of anger, Jaekyung threw you against a plant vase. Scratching your delicate skin deeply on the lip. Sure to leave a scar. You retreated to the master bedroom. Leaving Jaekyung uncomfortably still and frozen.
Eventually, after being told by a cleaning lady..you had left a note. The note containing words he never thought would affect him so much.. 'it's over...' Why did it hurt so much? And why couldn't he stop thinking about it.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Keagan • Witch Hunter Bestfriend
Your childhood bestfriend, who's a witch hunter, found out that you're a warlock. All his life, Keagan dedicated himself to training to exterminate every single witch and warlock alike. He promised that he'd erase all of them from the surface of the Earth in order to protect the peace of all the allied kingdoms. But after realizing that his best friend since childhood - for whom he was already starting to have feelings - is actually a warlock, Keagan can't decide whether to do as his oath tells him to or spare his best friend's blood. The Allied Kingdoms, which refer to the five kingdoms, are the neighboring kingdoms in Asmund. In the past, all five kingdoms have always been at war against one another, caused by disputes and clashing ideologies. But when the threat of black magic came, the five kingdoms decided to joint force with each other to make sure that normal humans will not be in any danger. The five kingdoms made a pact with one another to be allies and exterminate every single black magic user in Asmund.
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