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 ―  CAMUS-SAN  ♪ ⊱ :

A friend? The way she stumbles over the word makes it sound like there is something more to the word than just that, she seems timid to pronounce it, meaning she might be referring to someone more dear to her than just that? Well, he supposes it is natural for a woman of her age to have such a connection… but strange is her request nonetheless, it catches him by surprise. “…My opinion?”  Why would she be wanting to play it to him first? It would make more sense to ask the person it is intended for, or even someone close to that person, what they think of her music. But then, she is right to see that he has good taste, and a keen eye for mistakes or flaws. If perfection is what she strives for, he is one of the better judges for it, he supposes. And – he does suppose he is curious after her hailed abilities to create music out of nothing. “…Very well. I will give you my honest opinion about your efforts.”

          his acceptance fuels the emotions bubbling up inside her chest & as soon as he finishes speaking, haruka is already making her way to the piano, placing the music sheet on the music stand & sitting on the stuffed bench. her back automatically straightens as her fingers fall into a familiar position & she takes a deep, calming breath to steady her anxious heart. despite having shown her music countless times before to all kinds of spectators, camus was by far the most intimidating listener she had ever had. &, to be fair, perhaps the most honest too.

          it begins slowly, softly. high notes gently being called into the song to form a gentle melody. & then she loses herself in the music, hands travelling faster across the keyboard as it grows stronger. in her mind, it all sounds so clear. so loud. her feelings laid bare with each pressing of a key. the affection & the conflict, the pleasant warmth & the unrelenting cold, her happiness & even her pain... all translated into one earnest composition. was it... too unrealistic to hope he would understand?

         finally, the pace slows down again, announcing the near end. the part she’s most insecure, really. it felt so ---- unsure, desperate, even. & as the last note gradually faded out, the composer slowly moved away from the keys, placing her hands on her lap. she’s almost breathless. had it been... too much? not enough? had he enjoyed it? ignoring the growing questions on her mind, she turned around with golden hues full of anticipation in search of his gaze. “---- how--... how was it?”

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“It’s been raining for days.”

“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”

“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”

“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”

“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”

“You’re sopping wet.”

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”

“The sound of rain is so nice.”

“You’re going out? In this?”

“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”

“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”

“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”

“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”

“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”

“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”

“Here, this should warm you up.”

“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”

“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”

“Aren’t there any books to read?”

“Rains smells so different in the city.”

“The rain smells better in the countryside.”

“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”

“Careful, the tea is still hot.”

-draws on the fogged up windows-

-Flips loudly through book-

-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”

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SEASONAL  AESTHETICS !

WINTER.  a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.   teeth chattering.    sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.    spending time with family.   layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.    cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.    a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.    a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.    full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.watching the snow fall.   sharp  edges.  hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.    liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.    birds chirping.    the art of growing.    a kiss on the cheek.    the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.    planning.   saccharine pinks.    making promises.    trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.    a bee sting.    sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.    a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time.    going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.    excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

SUMMER.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.  the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.     drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.     palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.    wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.    pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.    loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.    the hazy pink before dusk.  relaxation.

FALL.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.    the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.    the silence in loudness.    abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.    crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.    sitting at a bay window.    having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.    pumpkin patches.    creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.    museums.     small talk.  being ignored.   procrastinating.    a door slamming shut.    going to bed early.    baking pies.    the fear of walking alone in the dark.    feeling completely and terribly lost.    a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.    belly laughter after crying.    converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.    writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

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 ―  JINGUJI-SAN  ♪ ⊱ :

          “i really don’t know what you’re talking about. everyone here has seen me naked at least once.” please watch his latest magazine cover for reference.

      “s-still!!! that’s not enough of a reason!” look, she’s innocent here. it was just a quick peek at the cover. "w-wait ----- everyone?"

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 ―  JIHYUN-SAN  ♪ ⊱ :

“That’s right – it’s nice to meet you, too.”

HIS SOFT VISAGE blooms into quiet ease as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards. JIHYUN steps into the room, heavy bags shrugging off his shoulders as he approaches the center screens already unfurled & set up for him.

as he begins to unzip the sturdy equipment & pull it out to begin placing for the shoot, he forms absentminded conversation.

“I’ve heard a few of the pieces you���ve composed beforehand. You have a  way with music, don’t you?”

      “y-you think so? t-that’s ----” his kind words certainly caught her off guard, turning her cheeks into bright pink. though she was positive her job was nothing without the amazing voices & unique skills of her idol friends, it felt very good to have her work appreciated like so.  “--- t-that’s very kind of you... thank you.” she smiled earnestly. “i -- i have also looked at your work beforehand.” she admitted, gazing at the young & talented photographer at work. curiosity had led her to steal a look at his portfolio &, although it wasn’t her area of expertise, it was clear he was incredibly gifted & full of potential. “the way you capture moments is ---- is quite amazing, jihyun-san. you have a special view of the world.”

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 ―  CAMUS-SAN  ♪ ⊱ :

He is always busy, whether he acts like it or not – not one for disturbances except when its of his own accord – but he’s, by now, accustomed to the woman’s presence, enough to tolerate her and enough to not be too bothered by her quirks and habits. Still, he takes his time to first finish reading the page of his book, before shutting it with a sigh, and only then deigns himself to answer: “…Speak, then.”

       with his mostly positive response, a smile came to life on her lips. “i composed a new piece...” there was a hint of excitement in her tone as she continued, finally showing him the composition she had been hugging so dearly. “... f-for a---... a f-friend of mine...” pointedly averting his gaze now, she convinced herself that wasn’t exactly far from the truth. even if he didn’t consider her as such, her heart was too weak, too stupid & she’d grown to like ---- well, to appreciate him more each day. “... would you give me your opinion on it?” 

       there were things she’d been wanting to say. to do. but it was no secret that she wasn’t the best with words. always stuttering & struggling to speak her mind. but, luckily for the composer, through music haruka found she could pour her emotions & transform them into song. so --- even if he wouldn’t understand the hidden words in each note, just making him listen to it was enough to ease her troubled heart for now. “i-i'd like to play it for you.”

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        “e-e-eu sinto muito!!!” ela repetiu pela enésima vez, curvando-se profundamente em sinceras desculpas enquanto silenciosamente praguejava sua incrível incapacidade de se manter longe de acidentes. “... não foi minha intenção...” apesar disso, a culpa era toda & completamente sua por ser tão desajeitada por natureza. haruka se endireitou, as bochechas ardendo profundamente em vergonha, & olhou de relance para o copo, agora, jogado no chão. bom, pensando pelo lado bom, ninguém havia se machucado dessa vez... “p-por favor ---- me p-permita pagar uma nova bebida para você...” 

@yeowos ​ ​+ ❤️

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        “... c-camus-san?” she called him after a deep breath, holding herself a little straighter behind her feeble braveness. it’s weird, she noticed, how despite all the time they’ve spent together --- or perhaps because of it --- the composer still struggled to face him. but surely it should be the opposite, right? though, she thinks, things had never been exactly regular when it came to him. haruka hugged her music sheets a little bit closer to her heart & took a step forward. “t-there was something... i’d like to show you... are --- are you busy?”

@kamyyu ​ + ❤️

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        “eh --- ??” blowing on her steaming cup of coffee, brows rose in surprise as her golden gaze wandered around the blossoming trees. “is it really time for hanami already?” oh my, how could she lose track of time like that? the past month really had been chaotic with a lot of on-going & future projects on her mind but the composer had no idea she’d been overworking so much to the extent of not even noticing the seasons changing. “... i wonder if we can find the time to go this year...”

@storyteller-prince ​ + ❤️

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        “j-j-jinguji-san please think about t-the others!!!” or at least put a warning sign or something so she can avoid the room.

             “how come i cannot practice naked? that’s my specialty.” // @cxmpositeur​ / s.c

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         “s-sumeragi-san, are you leaving already?” 

        the composer quickly peeked at the watch on her wrist. time sure flew faster than she had anticipated. “... i-if ---- if you’re not busy---” her gaze met his again &, nervous, heat rose to her cheeks as she flashed him a timid smile. “--- w-would you... like to have a cup of tea before going?” hopefully, it didn’t sound too forward. hopefully, he wouldn’t find it too odd. they weren’t exactly close, haruka was more than aware, but this was the least she could do to express her gratitude for his hard work & kindness during their new project. “... i also made something but --- ... u-umm --- do you like strawberry shortcake?”

@melcdiam​ + ❤️

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