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THE DAY HAS COME.

I’m proud and super excited to say that today marks my one-year with Kihyun and this blog. I want to express my gratitude to everyone I have interacted with thus far for helping me develop my writing as well as this muse. I really don’t know what to say except thank you for putting up with this munchkin and me replying slow as a turtle. Kihyun has really come full circle and I have all the wonderful muses he’s come across to thank and the amazing writers that help me branch out of my own style and find one that works for me. I have a lot to learn and still a lot more I want to do with this muse but I hope you guys stick with me and him through it all.

I also wanna pat myself on the back too because I lasted this long and didn’t delete and I’m really proud of myself. I’ve had ups and downs with my writing on this blog but I pushed through. Kihyun is hands-down one of the longest blogs I’ve had consistently, only maybe three more come out on top, most of which were years ago so this is a big deal to me. Honestly speaking I don’t know what my future with this muse or even krp is but making it this far is a milestone and I’m super happy. I love this muse and I’m proud of myself for creating him even though he’s a little shit. We’ve come a long way!

And here’s to everyone I had the pleasure of interacting with as well as writers I’ve never written with but who inspire me a lot. 

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timeline:

2004 - she first experiences symptoms of her disorder. 2005 - she becomes diagnosed (may), her twin brothers pass on (november). 2012 - her engagement party is held and she runs away from home (june), she comes back and is given permission to travel, also takes a break from school (july). 2013 - she resumes school, takes advance classes, and takes some time to think on her next move. 2014 - she moves to south korea, as allowed by her parents, promising to return after a year. a scholarship is granted to her thus allowing her to attend university as an international student. she meets sky reid (october). near the end of the year she finds out she would come back to fulfill the marriage she had been arranged to through her younger sister, faith. they keep in contact. 2015 - she takes up a job as a waitress at a coffee shop in able to further support herself after resources had been cut by her parents. sky starts courting her into a relationship (september) and soon she agrees (december, at the eve of christmas). 2016 - she relinquishes her employment as a waitress for a bigger opportunity as one of the youngest financial managers at noir allied bank through the help of a friend (october). 2017 - she loses her job due to conflicts (january). her roommate juriah goes missing (march). fresh from a break up with sky, she starts another job at moulin pooch through the help of vivienne (april).

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just a lil update on this lil baby.

she currently has long hair growing out of her previously medium long haircut with bangs. 

she is currently single, dealing with loss and change (self para incoming).

her roommate, juriah, has been missing for weeks and she had to take up another job to cover for rental expenses.

she was asked to resign from her job at noir allied due to conflicts with co-workers (self para incoming).

she’s now working at a dog daycare (moulin pooch) run by another friend’s father as a dog sitter and occasionally as a cashier.

she is now attending her fourth year in seoul national university with the same major, which also means she’s been in south korea for 3 years longer than intended.

she has been keeping contact with her younger sister faith but only in secret as the rest of her family still doesn’t know here whereabouts.

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Please Don’t try and walk back into wonderland Because it is all empty now There are ghosts that haunt every corner The tea cups are all shattered The roses all wilted and died I know you want to run back But Alice will soon have a ring And the world will keep spinning But wonderland is a wasteland There’s nothing for you there

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inae. such a curious creature. cough. person! the way he stands, how very mundane the action should have been to give her a sense that it wasn’t as it is. as if he could transform then and there. to something big. like a turtle-headed human ghost or his human head attached to a serpent. perhaps, all in all, a serpent incredibly flexible so much that he’d be spineless, additionally with a set of ram-like horns on his head. two big ones. or perhaps a fire breathing monster with three heads of a rabbit, a witch, and a… wardrobe?! that wasn’t it. a chimera! one of a snake, one of a lion, and then of a goat. or all three heads of a goat since he did look a little like a one.

though what she could picture in actuality was different. she imagines him a building being built and her view of the process skipped in lapses so fast it made her dizzy. head pushed back, however, it was him who steps away. “why, you’re very welcome!” she almost curtsies but stops herself to give him a small bow of the head instead. there was silence that stretches and sooyoung wasn’t settled in such situations. she fills in with a question she’d been meaning to ask since his desperate shriek of pain, one she wouldn’t admit to have given her a slight fright. “how are you feeling?” soon it was followed by an enthusiastic “it’s no trouble at all!” in response to his apology.

now, surely she had eaten. she never forgets to and this instance wouldn’t be an exception to that. it was a habit not to skip any meals, a routine that she’d been used to. times are set accordingly for certain meals, as well as tasks, and activities. it was just the way it has always been. so, food. did she need any? want any? not exactly, but of course! it’s only polite to say… “yes!” and she does so, brimming with eagerness.

and here sooyoung began to get rather sleepy. she yawns, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, “balloon, balloon. food? is a balloon fit for human consumption?” and then, “is a human fit for balloon consumption?!” with an exclamation, though she knew it didn’t much matter which way she put it as both would have been impossible. impossible? nothing’s impossible. she’d argued in her head. she felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking side by side with inae. it was very much real, nonetheless. very earnestly she asks, “have you ever eaten a balloon?” and suddenly, thump!

the pattering of a child’s feet had gone unnoticed because of her deep, hazy thoughts. it was a little boy that bumps into her thigh, specifically her thigh as he stood that high. sooyoung squeaks and by the next second, gave a little scream of laughter which she right away shushes herself. then mouthing a small ‘oops’, she gracefully covers her lips that formed a thin smile using her delicate fingers. she would’ve been deemed bonkers with the kind of behaviour that comes out of nowhere. she presumes he would think so. not that it bothered her what he might think her. she’d been tried of assumptions, rather used to them that it grown to have desensitised her to the notion in general.

but what she’d been laughing about was the idea that people could be this certain height down below and this certain height next to her she would have to raise her chin for. consequently, she does in action what she had thought. then she was imagining how convenient it would have been if the taller male could lend some of his blessings to the puny being that clashes into her. oh, the contrast was just so curious she couldn’t have brushed it off. but she reminds herself this: there must be logic for everything, just as she’s often told.

“apologies,” said sooyoung in a rather timid tone, then sends off the little boy with a few words and a smile. “so i was saying…” she began, though she wasn’t certain what she was going on about now. it felt like a minute that she’d been talking and asking, asking and talking, that she’d forgotten what her words were to begin with. her hand was weakly raised as her mind skips off. she then retracts the very same hand, tucking it behind her to compose herself once again, posture straight and sweeping fingers through her long skirt of peach. “oh! i did want some food.”

an evolving art was pairing food of particular types and cuisines to tea. any time was tea time for sooyoung and so at the mention of food, she’d been quieted down into thinking exactly this. if she were to have some oolong, naturally it would be seafood to eat, or fruits. gunpowder would sit nicely with any korean food. it was a comforting thought. dragonwell could so likely match any kind of vegetable salad. how faithful she’d be to a healthy diet if she opted for any of those. by no means was this the final word on tea and food pairing. she could so as she wishes take whichever food with it. “do you suppose they’ll have chocolate-hazelnut mousse around here? i’d very much like to have black tea with it.” slurred were her words; a warning label that comes with her, ‘language barrier!’ “did i say that correctly?”

knowing too little about her in particular yet again brings him to great disadvantage, leaving him almost utterly clueless on what the hell to do with her aside from inwardly panicking when, while and after she sways on her knees alongside him; on what to say in response when she exclaims absurd questions throughout the time frame of whatever kind of sleepy, dreamy state that suddenly took over the entirety of her small figure while they navigated past the crowd of people and their bustling, loud children, most pointing and smiling at animals with candy at hand or crying about them for some reason. all he could do is hope that it wasn’t some random weirdo in the throng of people that did something to her without him noticing, that she’d fight whatever it really was and emerge from it on her own, feeling as peachy as her skirt, or better than she did before, even. if possible.

and thankfully no more than a few moments later, she does. though, briefly he doubts that she wouldn’t have drowned farther into her haze for a while longer, were it not for the human midget that abruptly collapsed headfirst with her thigh and woken her back to the real world along with an escaping breath of relief of his own, without ever intending to do any of it in the first place. were the gods feeling generous towards him today? he knew that wasn’t their favourite godling, not even the least favourite one for that matter, but there had to be a chance for anyone eventually, even for someone who’d spent seven centuries receiving little amount of mercy and tolerance, so was he finally in their favours right now?

his sharp eyes narrow and his chin lowers with much more grace than he would ever care to admit, the plush of his lips thinning as he rakes his sight over the innocent child, waiting for something to happen. he all but stares back his way, though, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage while squirming and fiddling in spot, clearly uncomfortable under the burning fire of his gaze. no sign of godly mercy falls into the flames. not even a brief message to mock, telling him that he was a always fool for hoping for a damned thing at all, whenever he dared to. bastards do get nothing after all. as expected. that hasn’t changed.

a scoff escapes to Heaven as he turns away from the two, the quiet squeeze of his balled up fists making it true that his wounds are now gone ( though the blood still remains ). poor thing must be as lost as they both are right now, frantic in his search without a care for whom and what he might bump into until he’d found his parents. or whoever he were looking for. Inae clicks his teeth under his breath when the little boy finally runs off, leaving behind a small apology for Joy who’d taken little of her time and a bit more of his own to speak with him. he supposes that’s only right, or polite, or whatever. at this point, he couldn’t think about much at all. for some reason she was hard to be around for too long. for some reason, he felt like if he ever let his guard down around her, she would know. she would see much more than she should.

his dreams especially, when he’s a little boy again. when he’s just beginning to learn about what he can really do with the other half of himself, and is excited to show his father all what his mother had taught him on that specific day. to show him small fangs and dull claws, clumsy little legs shaking as he conjures the most of his moonlight and energy from within and combines them together for strength to shift, replacing sunkissed flesh, freckles and smooth golden brown hair with silver and black mane, large emerald eyes, and short flowing whiskers.

his dreams in which he is airborne, soaring above the grey clouds through a deadly storm as the feral thunder roars along his weakened spine and striking lightning cuts and blinds his green eyes even from below him. as if Zeus himself was keeping him far from their realm with the vulgar grace of his abilities and his strength, afraid that a bastard child might successfully end up at the peak of their mountain in Heaven itself, begging for his life that they would have to take regardless of however many times he bellows for mercy, for disobedience and lack of permission as a fellow godling. 

“i don’t know,” Inae avoids an icy shudder with the vague shrug of a shoulder. he can’t let anyone uncover any of that. the bad, or the good. “maybe they have something of the sort here, let’s go check.” he doesn’t allow Joy to protest. only spares her a quick glance and half a smile before he’s stepping ahead and leading her to the nearby sweets shop, smelling of fresh animal cake treats and candy. and tea. it’s fairly small, so much like a winter cottage—he has to lower his head to pass through the entrance door, but it’s warmer and comfortable enough that it brings him to relax beneath his jacket, shoulders drooping with satisfaction as they settle for a clothed table near the display window. 

or rather, she follows after he does, finally freeing his fists from his pockets. “say, Joy-ya, i’m curious. what is it that’s usually on your mind? you seem like the person that thinks about a lot of things at the same time since you… move about a lot as an individual, right?”

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I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes. I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you in my written words. The perfume of love cannot be concealed.

Nizar Qabbani

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     “Piano Sonata #2, in F major.” She announces almost too casually to her mystery player. Despite her grandfather’s concerns she’s merely unable to stay away from Hongdae – the music centre of Seoul which was always a favourite of Astrina’s. From the moment she could hear busking, the world was a lot easier to interpret. It’s certainly more pleasant to the ear finding her way around through music, that before you know it she’s staying for 4-5 hours at a time; refusing to leave if it wasn’t Gramps fetching her himself.

The trip to the piano store was unexpectedly long. Like most of her life, she hadn’t anything to do besides observing what other people can, but no one dared kick her out. As soon as they saw the glasses they’d smile warmly and pull a seat out. Maybe even assist in the seating, given most people had no idea how to act around the blind. She taps fingers against a grand piano when she finally recognises a piece of music. It wasn’t contemporary in the least bit, but slotted perfectly in to her favourite genre of Classical. 

“Am I wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just–” It’s just that she doesn’t get to hear Mozart a lot if it wasn’t from her Gramps’ very ancient turntable. “Please, continue. It’s very… nostalgic for me. I think that’s the word..”

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“you? an imbecile? then what does that make me?” he meant it half-heartedly and he wanted to laugh with her even, but the last question caught him off guard and suddenly there was tension. it seemed he’ll have to elaborate on his point, which he really hoped to avoid and he’s disappointed that she hasn’t seen that. regardless, he promised himself to be an overall better person, and certainly to be honest with her - he just fears how harsh that could be for them. “yeah, they’re girls. does it matter though? i blew them off.” in his simple mind he thought that should flatter her but he’s coming off cold and a total asshole. “well… you. i wanted you. and hold on just a sec, i’m not about to plant cameras in your apartment now - can’t i even be happy for us? ‘cause in truth, no one else is.”

she snorts for a brief second as she nudges the male but the playful air fades the moment she’s confronted with hostility. she would have been reacting wildly on impulse just because of his attitude and she had more reasons to, simply finding out she was right with her hunches. but more than anything, she feels guilty. for the girls. for finally knowing what he was beating himself up for.

after that, there’s a feeling of incompetence and greed. for the fact that she was keeping him to herself when there was probably a myriad of girls who could treat and love him better while she couldn’t even recognize how deeply she feels for this boy. love? was it love? she doesn’t even know what it is, and it’s the first time she’s ever truly contemplated. what she knew at least was that a relationship meant many compromises — many sacrifices.

“i don’t know what to say about… those girls. i mean, it must be awful. being r-rejected?” her fingers twiddle anxiously. she wouldn’t know exactly and she’s never been close to feeling it. “i’d like for you to be happy. i really do. i just thought… being together would be a good thing. but—” she’s afraid of what she had to say but she couldn’t tolerate him thinking she was something to simply own. like a pet, or even degraded to the status of a mere object. “even if i overlook the fact that there’s plenty of girls, i suppose, fighting for you or that you think it’s a displeasure for everyone that we’re with each other… i’m just not a property. no one’s to be the owner of me. not even you.”

she says in a grave tone, almost coldly dispassionate yet she’s weak at the knees. in just a split second, she couldn’t deny the regret that crept up after saying such jarring words in what was meant to be a time to ease the concern on his side. then her arms slackened away from his. “i-i’m sorry…”

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In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of ‘faëry lands forlorn,’ where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart’s Desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

L.M. Montgomery, from ‘Anne of Green Gables’

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repost and bold which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely.

it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land 

‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty 

life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

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frankly put, he didn’t exactly know why in the nine burning circles of hell did he actually ended up calling for solely her help for real instead of those other two whom he were the most closest with as of right now. sure, she popped up in his mind first for some reason while he were busy struggling with his phone, and sure, he was in pain and dire need of the help before this human body collapsed or caught a fever or some dramatic shit like that—as they all were, but either way gone, foolish impulse wasn’t exactly his thing as someone who were always more inclined to plans and timing. he was smarter than that, because he was both and he was neither, directly mentored and reminded what to do by the scolding gods as one of their most disobedient servants for centuries after his birth. 

that’s right. impulse was something that belonged to brainless demons and greedy witches-but mostly to these unbearable mortals, walking heathens but with actual living souls. he could always admit that he’d been around for too long, patrolling the streets in many different life forms as he went. but the fact that they were finally possibly rubbing off on him after so long could he not. not without gagging his throat out, not without dreading and dreading and dreading some more. 

not because he hated them, no. they were so annoying and remarkably stupid sometimes that it’d become entertaining to witness. to watch them bring the suffering upon themselves and then complain about it. like in the club, he would watch them chug and chug and chug more than they could possibly hold in actuality, and when they collapse, poisoned, he would stifle a laugh. that’s not how it works, he would want to comment, to teach. but the gods would zip the very pit of his throat shut, and tell him that he is not the man called Jesus. or whatever else the humans liked to call him, refer to him as through time.

no, he’s just Inae, a godling with the given gift to shift into his true being at will, though despite of those sharp claws and fans and piercing ocean green eyes that can cut even through a windstorm, he would still get thrown into the voiding abyss if he ever dared to betray Heaven, and there he would get tortured and torn to pieces by the other hungry souls that wander about there, searching for power and a way out. thus he would never return.

return to say that it’s because he can’t stomach even the thought of being entirely human. he’d lived with that additional surge and buzz of living power running straight throughout his veins for many, many, many years now, through many of his lives that were lost and forgotten but remembered at the same time, so losing all of it now would be just like carving out the innards of a pumpkin, hollowing it out completely for poisonous wind to find a new home to tuck itself into. it makes him sick, and he can feel the moon’s taut grip on him when he sways.

or maybe it’s just Joy herself that baffles him so much that he goes ill whenever in her presence, her stare and her spoken words lulling him in a manner that arouses his keener senses. the senses of a creature. there had always been something about her that prodded at him in some kind of manner that he could not yet figure out. the way her eyes wander about everywhere and the childish grace she carries her self with. it wasn’t something that ran vague above the surface either, like a hidden identity or so on. but something more deep and twisted, albeit still innocent in a way. it made his mind buzz, like he were being pulled somewhere. along with his hidden secrets and everything in between. shit.

when she stands, he does, too, skyrocketing over her shorter stature for quick a second, because in the next he’s taking a few steps back. the wound stings and tingles on the exterior as his weight presses on it, but it itches more on the raw inside as the flesh stitches back together, faster than he’d thought it would. the spray, perhaps, working together with his fleeting healing. “thank you.” ehem. he quietly clears his throat and offers a small bow of the head, then finds his shoes to tug them on in silence. eye contact is avoided for now. not only does he feel weird about her, but he also doesn’t want to talk about the embarrassing yelp that scratched past his throat when she’d pulled out the thorn from his foot, he’d just realized. and he could have sworn he felt his growing claws briefly prickling his palm and drawing blood just now. but he doesn’t dare to unravel them.

“sorry for texting you to come bother with me. is a balloon all you would like or what? food?” as far as he wants to walk from her, to find a chance to wash his hands, he doesn’t. to avoid suspicion. the crowd also doesn’t let that happen, and the running children that could potentially slam so hard into his knee that they would shed a tooth or two. the balloon cart is just a few more steps away, too. so for now, his pockets would suffice. 

inae. such a curious creature. cough. person! the way he stands, how very mundane the action should have been to give her a sense that it wasn’t as it is. as if he could transform then and there. to something big. like a turtle-headed human ghost or his human head attached to a serpent. perhaps, all in all, a serpent incredibly flexible so much that he’d be spineless, additionally with a set of ram-like horns on his head. two big ones. or perhaps a fire breathing monster with three heads of a rabbit, a witch, and a... wardrobe?! that wasn't it. a chimera! one of a snake, one of a lion, and then of a goat. or all three heads of a goat since he did look a little like a one.

though what she could picture in actuality was different. she imagines him a building being built and her view of the process skipped in lapses so fast it made her dizzy. head pushed back, however, it was him who steps away. “why, you’re very welcome!” she almost curtsies but stops herself to give him a small bow of the head instead. there was silence that stretches and sooyoung wasn’t settled in such situations. she fills in with a question she’d been meaning to ask since his desperate shriek of pain, one she wouldn’t admit to have given her a slight fright. “how are you feeling?” soon it was followed by an enthusiastic “it’s no trouble at all!” in response to his apology.

now, surely she had eaten. she never forgets to and this instance wouldn’t be an exception to that. it was a habit not to skip any meals, a routine that she’d been used to. times are set accordingly for certain meals, as well as tasks, and activities. it was just the way it has always been. so, food. did she need any? want any? not exactly, but of course! it’s only polite to say... “yes!” and she does so, brimming with eagerness.

and here sooyoung began to get rather sleepy. she yawns, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, "balloon, balloon. food? is a balloon fit for human consumption?" and then, "is a human fit for balloon consumption?!" with an exclamation, though she knew it didn't much matter which way she put it as both would have been impossible. impossible? nothing's impossible. she'd argued in her head. she felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking side by side with inae. it was very much real, nonetheless. very earnestly she asks, "have you ever eaten a balloon?" and suddenly, thump!

the pattering of a child’s feet had gone unnoticed because of her deep, hazy thoughts. it was a little boy that bumps into her thigh, specifically her thigh as he stood that high. sooyoung squeaks and by the next second, gave a little scream of laughter which she right away shushes herself. then mouthing a small 'oops', she gracefully covers her lips that formed a thin smile using her delicate fingers. she would've been deemed bonkers with the kind of behaviour that comes out of nowhere. she presumes he would think so. not that it bothered her what he might think her. she’d been tried of assumptions, rather used to them that it grown to have desensitised her to the notion in general.

but what she'd been laughing about was the idea that people could be this certain height down below and this certain height next to her she would have to raise her chin for. consequently, she does in action what she had thought. then she was imagining how convenient it would have been if the taller male could lend some of his blessings to the puny being that clashes into her. oh, the contrast was just so curious she couldn't have brushed it off. but she reminds herself this: there must be logic for everything, just as she’s often told. 

“apologies,” said sooyoung in a rather timid tone, then sends off the little boy with a few words and a smile. “so i was saying...” she began, though she wasn’t certain what she was going on about now. it felt like a minute that she’d been talking and asking, asking and talking, that she’d forgotten what her words were to begin with. her hand was weakly raised as her mind skips off. she then retracts the very same hand, tucking it behind her to compose herself once again, posture straight and sweeping fingers through her long skirt of peach. “oh! i did want some food.”

an evolving art was pairing food of particular types and cuisines to tea. any time was tea time for sooyoung and so at the mention of food, she’d been quieted down into thinking exactly this. if she were to have some oolong, naturally it would be seafood to eat, or fruits. gunpowder would sit nicely with any korean food. it was a comforting thought. dragonwell could so likely match any kind of vegetable salad. how faithful she’d be to a healthy diet if she opted for any of those. by no means was this the final word on tea and food pairing. she could so as she wishes take whichever food with it. “do you suppose they’ll have chocolate-hazelnut mousse around here? i’d very much like to have black tea with it.” slurred were her words; a warning label that comes with her, ‘language barrier!’ “did i say that correctly?”

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❃ = DANCING WITH THEM.

“How do you know I even dance?”‘I don’t. But I can teach you.’He didn’t really know what to think when she extended her invitation out to him. Dinner parties were nothing new to Sky, but in the sheer mindset of living in change he never imagined having to attend one in Korea. Joy, however, had definitely looked the part. All dolled up and pretty like chandelier hotels formed most of her own life, which for some reason didn’t surprise Sky. He should’ve been offended by her assumption that his dancing could use some lessons. Considering the way he spoke, however, and his overall lack of etiquette he brushes it off as something most people would assume – even she who’s a lot closer to him than anyone worth speaking for in Seoul. A grumble results from his limp attempt in getting up. She glides easily across the hall, almost like a dream which he blames for the most part, on glasses of whisky. Next was having to prove to her that his feet can move with the right music playing. It’s a pastime sadly forced on them both, though omission of that detail remains valid until today.‘Put your hand on my waist.’ “Your what?”‘My waist, dummy!’Of course he knows where her waist is. Getting Sky to follow orders just didn’t come without some kind of act, and it amuses him (like always) to see her aggravated at even dinner parties. The women were particularly scrutinised here; expected to act gracefully while their husbands spoke of politics, without merely the sobriety all gentlemen had begun their evening with. But Francis Kyle Reid was clever – He was an even more brilliant actor. Far be it for him to look like a dancer but seeing her positively shocked was almost as gratifying as it was to tease her.“What ‘cha looking at?” he asks, the question rhetorical as he starts to lead them. Stepping on beat was essentially walking to Sky and it’s cringe worthy just how familiar it all is. ‘Junior’ – the voice of his conscience – was counting in threes almost automatically. And while her waist is pulled closer to him he decides now might be a good time to open up; a sort of therapy to charisma Sky which took a lot of faux confidence to portray daily.“My mother taught me,” he shrugs. And it seems to have worked with the way she’s smiling up at him. “Don’t act like you don’t like it…Not a lot of girls get to see this side of me.”

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mileyssunrise:

idk why but i really love how ethereal this cover sounds