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Now accepting formal applications to be my valentine.

Name: Age: Height: Location: Interests: Why do you want to be my valentine:

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▒░ вℓαcк ∂αмαsк ☓ sευℓмι

       Six steps, five fingers curling around the frail fabric of a rather worn out white dress, four seconds, three tears, two looks at both sides and one deep breath was what it took Seulmi to forget about the cold around her and the fact that her dress was practically falling to pieces sometime soon. It was all that it took her to break. So she swam to fight the pain away. Her body twirled and shifted enough to become one with the river, the water, and in an odd way, she feels as if her freedom was gained again. As if her wings were placed back, glued precariously by some kindergarden student. 

     Don't try to cover the whole sky with the palm of your hand.

Foolish, reckless, wingless. The weight of her actions had slowly started to fall on top of her since three days ago, and it was getting her nowhere. Regretting what she had done to get thrown away from heaven wasn't gonna get her nowhere. She was going to get nowhere at all, if she kept thinking.

So she swam. 

She swam until her lips turned into a rather odd shade between blue and violent, until they started shaking and her limbs started to give in, exhausted. Seulmi pushed herself up enough to collapse against the sand. The contact between the (slightly, but still open) wounds on her back with the grainy sand made a hiss escape her lips. It was real. Her pain was real, her past was real. Everything was real. Everything, except her wings. 

Countless tears, ten trembling fingers, five shaky breaths, one broken soul.

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      Taking a couple of deep breaths before normalizing her breath again to speak, the blonde haired's hues focused on the other female's frame, who was in a similar condition as her own. She had assumed, clearly, that most of the supernatural beings or magical users (with the exceptions of the older ones, mainly— unless it came to vampires, those ones just never faded away with time) were mostly physically fit. She used to be, back then when—

           stopstopstop stop hurting yourself, seulmi.

Nodding her head quickly once the female had mentioned her purse, she reached forwards to grab it, eyes widening once the other pulled it back to her frame. Her eyes widened slightly before she looked at both of her sides, considering for a couple of seconds the idea of snatching the purse away from the other's hands and running away, but that wouldn't be very...nice of her. "I just— got a little bit surprised." Her voice was a mere whisper before she cleared her throat, speaking in a louder tone this time. "I'm Seulmi, and I'd love to get my purse back."

▒░ συтℓιиєѕ . ня☓ѕм

Heaving after her breath Hi Ryung had to stop up before her legs gave in on her. Looking ahead she could see the young female who the purse belonged to. Just like Hi Ryung she had stopped up to take a breather. Slowly she steps towards the young woman, holding out the small purse. “Excuse me miss,” Hi Ryung had to take a few breaths before continuing. “But you forgot your purse.”

She stopped up right beside the woman, it seemed that she worked out just as often as Hi Ryung. A soft laugh left her lips as she held out the purse to the young woman. “I think this is yours,” Hi Ryung spoke. Looking at the other Hi Ryung thought that she was a stunning young woman, she had to be around Hi Ryung’s age as well. “If I may ask, but why did you run off so suddenly?”

To Hi Ryung’s surprise the young woman somehow looked a little scared of her so she stepped back a little, pulling the purse back to herself. Maybe it wasn’t her she was afraid, maybe she just had thought Hi Ryung had been a man, women weren’t really all that safe that late at night. “I-I’m Hi Ryung,” she spoke softly with a small smile. 

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I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Samuel Beckett; “Waiting for Godot” (via daddyxjongin)

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      Hands pressed against her cheeks as she turned to look around at both of her sides before her eyes settled on the red haired's frame once again. "I— guess you are my girlfriend for a week?" It sounded more like a question, Seulmi realized, mentally cringing. No one had taught her about how to react to these kind of situations.

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First person to put a ┼ in my inbox gets to be my boyfriend/girlfriend for a week.

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31/100 RaNiA’s Edits Spam by 7raniagirls; (x)

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How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.

(via charmianultrastrong)

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Book Worms Like to Inch.

Picking up on other people's nature was a habit of hers, something she could do with the ease of moving or breathing nearly. Though there were times like now that she could only watch someone, that was more than just a little sweet and innocent -- no there was /more/ to this girl and Ashley could see it.

The purest souls held an ounce of darkness and it was true in her world, light could not exist without dark and vice versa. Her eyes would narrow a bit, she wanted to inch over closer, to say hello but this was where she often failed. Meeting new people meant bringing them into her life and that led to disaster so many times she'd lost count. It wasn't that they would die, it was that she seemed to be capable of breaking hearts and friendships apart simply by her own inability to give herself away fully to every person.

Everyone wanted a piece of her and even when the pieces were gone they scrambled to do or say anything to get more out of her. The library itself was fairly quiet, so she couldn't just call out, she'd have to inch her way over in the seats, and she was doing that, which she didn't realize how obvious and odd she really looked. Not until she was sitting right next to the female. Staring at her inquisitively.

      Books had always been her safe place. Knowledge was always something she welcomed with open arms, during any part of her life. Seulmi wasn't exactly the greatest of them all to put everything she learned into words or actions —she was too shy at times, and most of the actions humans (herself included, since that incident in the rainy night had caused quite the trouble) did were something she didn't see herself taking part in. What was that cuddle buddy thing she was told a couple of days before, anyways? —, but she basked on what she knew and forced herself to learn more and more and more.

That's why she was in this place for the first time during her arrival to Seoul. Books about war, dissasters— she did not need them, mainly for the fact that she had been able to presence herself all the disgraces upon the world as we now know it. She needed to learn about what was deemed as social skills, perhaps try and find one of those many books that were suposed to help people out of their shell. Not like she had one, but that was what that teenager she was looking over exactly three months ago had told her on her dreams. 

                The only way she was allowed to visit people, back then.

Going through the endless racks of books and magazines, Seulmi's lips curved up into a wide grin, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent she loved so much; the smell of new books was always unique and pleasing. Finally being able to grab one that sparked her interest, something about Social Skills 101. A good way to start. Making her way to the small table nearby, she plopped down on the chair after the book was placed on top of the wooden surface. There was something near her that she couldn't quite find out what it was, so she decided to just let it rest and flip the book open, humming under her breath.

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      To say that the blonde haired was anxious was an understatement. There was something about getting a real, serious job that had Seulmi restless, that had her body shift in odd ways in the couch of the studio she was allowed to sleep from time to time —it was jiho's place, and she was lucky enough that the male had even found her that horrible night—. Now she could understand why all the people she used to look after looked so nervous when they were at it, why people used to stay the night before it not being able to sleep— oh, the lost souls, the ones she joined a week and three days ago.

When the clock on the wall right in front of her marked that it was 6:04 AM, and she decided that it was time to get up. Luckly, the strange make up things the older male had given her would cover up the slightly dark color under her eyes. Untangling herself from the blanket she had been busy twirling around in, the naked flesh of her feet came in contact with the cold floor as her steps were directed to the small bathroom.

She hadn't taken a long time in getting ready, choosing the best clothes she had earned during the last week of her stay in the country before walking to her new work place. It wasn't that far from where she was now, and that was rather good.

                            Now or never. 

Taking a deep breath before entering the restaurant, Seulmi forced a tiny smile to press against her lips, the voice of the other male —her new boss— startling Seulmi as she bowed her head quickly in retort, light steps placing her in front of the chinese male. Nodding in reassurance at the other's words, she took another deep breath before speaking. "Thank you so much for allowing me to work in here. And I'm sure I will— and hopefully it'll last long." She muttered the last part, a nervous giggle spilling fron her lips before she resumed her speech. "Has the place opened yet?"

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Butterflies come from cocoons and the cocoons come from caterpillars. An endless cycle of life, death, reincarnation is just perfectly symbolized by the life of an insect; he doesn’t know why people still doubt the afterlife. The male ran his lithe fingers through his caramel locks, letting his hair fall and drape over his obsidian orbs as he sat there waiting for the clock to tick 7 AM. Yixing’s daily routine of waking up at 5 in the morning to arrive at his restaurant for preparation might seem crazy or painfully hard, but he didn’t mind. The man — or rather, the constellation’s wicked soul, didn’t need any sleep.

The stars simply didn’t know the concept of sleep, because there was always day, and never night up in the bright morning skies with the sun always shining. He didn’t care about his vessel’s condition either; his essence would heal it right up, like glue sealing together a broken vase.

He tapped on his pen, waiting for the new trainee coming in for the job to show her around. He was excited about having someone fresh and new that’s up for the job. She didn’t seem human, yet he didn’t care. All he cared about was to teach her how to push a cart of dim sum around and talk to customers. His lashes fluttered up like butterflies as the door bell rang, gaze moving from the koi pond to the door.

                “You’re here early, love. Welcome to Koi.” Yixing bowed his head, eye-smiling “I hope you enjoy your experience here. And honestly, I’m not a shabby boss. You can even ask Yifan, he’ll agree. I think.”

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Steel Blue ||

Took to the back roads of Tennessee the other morning and found myself caught in a massive fog bank rolling in from Norris Lake down into the river below. It was probably in the teens as far as temperature goes and I couldn’t feel my finger clicking the camera shutter by the end, but my God was it worth it.