It didn’t escape Jin’s notice that Ahn-Bo-ah had almost smiled at him. Or at least at the circumstances. It was further proof that his frosty, dulled exterior was melting and Jin felt the relief of it in his bones. He knew there was no version of this collection (he nearly winced at Abeoji’s word) that would be happy; it was a tragic circumstance that brought about the need for such a horrific, (and catastrophic in its own right) event. But… any small hint of the Ahn-Bo from before that Jin could tease out left room for them to breathe. It gave him hope that one day, maybe, Ahn-Bo would be alright again. Or as close to it as possible.
He accepted the bite from Jin’s chopsticks and the sight of it (always) gave Jin butterflies. It didn’t matter how many times in the past he’d done the same, each time his friend accepted his offering was like the first: cautious, hopeful, and immensely satisfying. Jin blushed a little at the sound he made but laughed anyway. It was better than continued silence. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when Ahn-Bo-ah returned the gesture, placing a little bite of meat in Jin’s own bowl. The vampire looked up, face still warm and smiling.
The Ahn-Bo that sat across from him now was more familiar than any he’d seen all day. He was hungry and he was pleased with the food. The sounds he was making and even the look on his face made Jin feel more at peace than he had in months. This was what he wanted. If he could freeze time and keep them in this moment forever, he would have. Jin took a small bite of rice and gave a hum.
For a moment, he debated mentioning something about school. It was mostly neutral and would maybe force Ahn-Bo-ah into conversation… but anything with the quidditch team might be a bad idea. Instead, Jin veered in the opposite direction and cleared his throat dramatically. “Er hem,” he grinned and lifted his head self-importantly. “I have an announcement to make that I’ve been waiting to tell you in person.” Pausing only long enough to be sure he had his friend’s attention, Jin continued on dramatically: “I, Jeong Seojin, have passed Sigilcraft. Seonsaengnim has given his blessing that I may now pursue the worst career in shamanism to ever exist.”
He accepted the bite from Jin’s chopsticks and the sight of it (always) gave Jin butterflies. It didn’t matter how many times in the past he’d done the same, each time his friend accepted his offering was like the first: cautious, hopeful, and immensely satisfying. Jin blushed a little at the sound he made but laughed anyway. It was better than continued silence. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when Ahn-Bo-ah returned the gesture, placing a little bite of meat in Jin’s own bowl. The vampire looked up, face still warm and smiling.
The Ahn-Bo that sat across from him now was more familiar than any he’d seen all day. He was hungry and he was pleased with the food. The sounds he was making and even the look on his face made Jin feel more at peace than he had in months. This was what he wanted. If he could freeze time and keep them in this moment forever, he would have. Jin took a small bite of rice and gave a hum.
For a moment, he debated mentioning something about school. It was mostly neutral and would maybe force Ahn-Bo-ah into conversation… but anything with the quidditch team might be a bad idea. Instead, Jin veered in the opposite direction and cleared his throat dramatically. “Er hem,” he grinned and lifted his head self-importantly. “I have an announcement to make that I’ve been waiting to tell you in person.” Pausing only long enough to be sure he had his friend’s attention, Jin continued on dramatically: “I, Jeong Seojin, have passed Sigilcraft. Seonsaengnim has given his blessing that I may now pursue the worst career in shamanism to ever exist.”
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.