[ ONGOING, no i have not forsaken this]
"no jokes today, just pain."
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺
when tensions escalate amongst even the closest of friends, masks a...
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There wasn't much for Yilin to do, considering how Sicheng was relishing over his final day of complete control over everything before his short trip. So the girl ditched the company and headed to the same street she'd started to become a little scarily too familiar with.
But today, unlike the other time, her destination wasn't the brothel. A tiny workshop settled in a nook of the stretch, almost as if trying to hide away from customers, but Yilin knew better. These were the shops that wanted and needed the most attention, they just never had enough money to afford better locations.
She took a tiny detour, checking for any prying eyes and following footsteps, and when she saw and heard none, she headed back on path, hood drawn further down to shadow her face until she was inside the workshop. There, she pushed the hood off, paying no care anymore.
"I heard you do pretty good metal work," Yilin begun, walking towards the counter where a man with worn down features stared back at her. "Could you work with recycled metal?" She lifted a single pendant, free of any sort of bonds and placed it between them.
A flash of recognition and something that looked like shock crossed the man's face upon sight of the pendant, but he recovered quickly. "What do you want it to be re-made into?"
She looked thoughtful. "A cross. Around this length and width?" She made a rough estimate with her fingers. "With a topaz stone encrusted in the center. Preferably in the shape of a crown."
The man examined her carefully, "I'll try my best."
Her request list did not end there, however. "And carve this phrase on the backside, please," she slid a shred of paper where she'd scribbled a very messy 'till Kingdom come' on.
"Very religious you are," the man uttered after a solid half a minute squinting at the words. "You go to Church?"
"Not at all," Yilin mused. "I used to go to a temple pretty often, in fact."
Yeah, pretty often. Like everyday. I lived there, you see. She literally had to hold everything in her back from saying that.
The shop owner blinked stupidly at her, at a lost for words. "What made you change your faith?"
Yilin lifted a shoulder, "Things."
"Right," he nodded, deciding against prying. Getting the cash was more important. "I'm afraid this might be quite pricey. Would you be paying by cash or credit?"
"Has anyone ever paid you hundreds in cash?" she inquired, cocking her head.
The man looked like he wanted to stab himself for voicing his previous question, "Ah-"
"Because I do intend to be the first."
..
Hansol thought he'd seen all things strange and out-of-the-world over the one and half year being a Clan heir, but what he was seeing right now was beyond baffling.
