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@♖ k. junmyeon /sunmi's only idea of gold came from the many stories her passed over grand father used ton tell; how he was able to work with the coveted material once in his life -so ethereal, so beautiful that his touch never quite returned the same thereafter. she grew up with that dream; the desire sometimes haunted her in the hardest of her moments, pushing her even further to her craft --if she couldn't work with gold, might as well work hard enough to make these pieces of scrap look worthy enough. however, no matter how much she delusioned herself, the truth remained as is./
/she looks to her size, her almost submissive self avoiding the unknown man's gaze; one that she couldn't see but very much felt. by now her vulnerability oozes out no matter how much she tried to feign otherwise, herself still feeling small even if he breaks his gaze away to admire her very own work/
i- i am fine with what i--
/before she could even finish what she was ought to utter, the cloaked man enclosed her in an embrace. his warm breath hits the sensitive flesh of her ear with an offer she'd think of herself dumb to resist. her thoughts changed to a 180 degree. to know he's noticed the signs of torment against her porcelain skin, she felt even smaller, reeling into his touch as if to enclose herself against him; an unconscious reaction as an attempt to hide the imperfections. his plush lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine, the fear soon realized to be submission; there was her unknown desire to follow him on end starting to boil from within. her eyes frantically looked around, quivering in fright as they search for the vampires that enslaved her, yet a bigger part of her chose to trust the stranger, his captivating presence and the promise of better circumstances enough to entice her/
c-can you really, m-mister? i have vampires after me..... c-can you really save me?
/her voice was a quiet plead; the desperation for an option to escape her tormenting circumstances clearly laced around her stutters. she daringly clutches onto his arm; him her last piece of safety, herself unwilling to let go until she gets her answer/
m-mister please...

@l. sunmi [ dun worry about it bb <3 no regrets and honestly i skim over replies for the imp details - typos arent so bad!! ]

/intrigued by the damsel's timidness, a fawn shaken in the presence of a predator, and he reveled fully in the sensation of so much power; a smile grows across his lips as his touch moves from her twig-like arm to the gorgeous embroidery work made of such unworthy scraps; fingertips graze over the dragon's form with a featherlight touch/
Mmm... have you ever dreamt of working in gold, milady? Your nimble hands would never want to stop creating after you see how it looks in its prime.
/breaks his gaze away from her to examine the piece in more detail - the handiwork took his breath away, figuratively, and junmyeon was silent for a few long moments, weighing his options; why have just the art work when he could have the artist?/
/leans in and draws an arm around the girl, making it seem like an appreciative hug but instead he whispers with his lips pressed to her ear/
I see your wounds and I notice at least one goon around here. I can take you to a place where you could never run out of gold.

@♖ k. junmyeon [ hhh just realized the many typos i had cuz i was replying in the cab since the muse was high and i couldnt help it im sorryyyy ]

@♖ k. junmyeon /amidst the focus she put onto her work, her senses did not miss on the strong aura that approaches her way. naturally, she turns to its way, only to face a male, features hidden behind his cloak. there was a possibility to, however her timid nature did not dare to search for his eyes, his invigorating aura already enough to instill fear/
t-thank you...
/she replied in a meek whisper, the mention of gold confusing her for a second. it wasnt because she was unaware but she's rarely associated with a precious metal such as that, maybe even never, the mention of it so foreign to her ears. how can one human expect something like that from another human? even so, she responded with a shake of her head. eyes widening as he reaches out for her hand. fear gleams through the chestnut irises suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings, afraid that the gesture might catch the eye of her perpetrators/
i-it's hard to find gold where i'm from........ mister would you like to buy some?
/her answers are vague, retrieving her hand from his grasp as she tries to change the topic. she picks out a piece, one she really likes and might even be her favorite; an imagery of a rose entrapped by a dragon. in a way, she felt as if it suits him, timidly pushing the piece his way/
t-this one mister... you might like it

@l. sunmi [ feel free to go shorter im sorry-- highkey matched you almost line for line ]

@l. sunmi /surveys the crowded alleyways of the dingy, dirty marketplace the humans fondly called "the black market"; his hood shields his wine-tinted orbs, slitted eyes flitting panning over all the faces quickly to identify any vampires; his menacing form slipped in and out of the masses of people, intrigued about all the hubbub/
/pauses when he reaches a bit of a clearing where the crowd dissipates a little; there's an intersection of two paths and he catches a peculiar scent - the familiar metallic aroma of blood waft past; he steps forward, but then decides it's coming from the right instead, and junmyeon is distracted from his typical stroll/
/turning on heel, his cloak barely has time to billow before he's half way through another row of stalls and a myriad of intricate metal work glint - the rich handiwork pulls him from his chase and he approaches the particular spot on the side of the path to examine the work surrounding the dingy human girl in the midst of it all/
My, my... quite a talent you have there.
/hisses under his breath as he kneels to meet her fragile, dirt; his hood hides most of his features, but he's sure if one strained their gaze, they'd see the deep maroon glint in his dark gaze/
Tell me dear, do you work with any precious metals? Gold, perhaps? It would seem a softer and easier metal than your average steel, no?
/his comment is accompanied by a gentle gesture - he reaches out and his immaculate fingers brush over her hand; delicately, he turns it over to reveal such a calloused and scarred surface/
And it would be much less wear on your hands, milady.

@♖ k. junmyeon /in the strong grasp of a vicious rogue vampire was sunmi's frail wrist; the poor girl dragged around like some lifeless doll only to be thrown against the cold pavement of a free space she's direly familiar with. if it was earlier in her mortal life, she would be fighting against the force, but years of torture and abuse have taught her no to./
/the two rogue vampires who's held her captive left her be, but not without a threat. they hid in the shadows, perhaps to monitor her, perhaps not, she wouldn't know and wouldn't dare find out. with that, she got right to work, displaying her sleepless nights' worth of handiwork; different textiles, clothing and even pouches adorned with the most exquisite of embroideries. they shimmer, each fiber made of steel she thinned and polished herself. her works sell for a lot albeit very rarely, and the rogue vampires liked to take advantage of that, along with her poor bruised and battered body./
/with each customer that passed by, she entertained them with the cheeriest she could amidst the dirtiest of things that surround her, trying her best to entice them into a purchase, but usually to no avail ---who would, after all in a place like this?; herself heaving out a defeated sigh, partially of frustration but more so out of fear of the punishment that awaits her, opting to busy herself by thinning out more strands out of an aluminum plate she's picked up somewhere for her to use in the future/

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