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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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𝒴ℯℴ𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑔 ∾
'𝒮angie knows how to find them~'
Yeosang hadn't tapped into such complex magic in a very long time, but as he took the small blood flask San held out for him, his body remembered how to do it perfectly. He began to feel power rippling through his veins, his magic eager to flow out into the world around him...
And so looking at the silver flask in his hands, he turned it over, feeling the earth's magic within the metal, slightly more powerfully than he had expected.
'Is this Seonghwa's?' he asked, feeling his magic begin to merge with the object, flowing into it and back into his body like an extension of his own being.
The vampire nodded, apparently discontent with it landing into the hands of an Elf.
Too bad, he didn't care.
If San was right and there was another Elvish creature in their midst, then they were all in trouble, and the sooner they could get out, the better. The last thing he should have been worrying about, was who was holding Seonghwa's flask, and how weary he was of him.
Curling his fingers around the bottle, he closed his eyes, honing in on the way it felt to draw power from the earth around him, and focus it into his hands... Into the flask...
And past the flask.
He poured his magic into the object, concentrating it and filling it to the brim, until it could take no more...
And in a ribbon of glittering iridescence, the moment his magic pushed through the bottle, it began to form a string - magic lighting up the cord that would connect it to Seonghwa, and lead them to him.
Letting out a soft, relieved breath, when he realised it was working, he crawled up off of his friend, staring at the glittering magic creeping down the invisible ribbon, softly swaying in the air...
'Wooyoung-ah, Woo get up,' he breathed, preoccupied by focusing on growing that ribbon, pushing his magic through the flask into the cord and lighting the invisible tie.
'MhrIcan't,' came his slurred reply though, and with his magic having burned through any of his residual high, his sudden clarity made him realise just how dopey and intoxicated his friend was...
Not wanting to break his concentration, he reached one hand behind him and groped about until his fingers embedded in his hair. 'Wooyoung,' he urged, nudging him. 'We have to go.'
However as a reply didn't come, he braved sneaking a tiny glance down at him...
