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dark nights // open

( * – the night isn’t aurelie’s best friend, she was afraid of the dark. one of her deepest darkest fears besides being alone. monophobia was the worst case, but the dark too, made her feel lonely. maybe because she remembers that her father used to lock her up in closets.. for hours and hours to the point she wouldn’t come back until told so. she had to be obedient, prim and proper. as she walked around at this time of day, her legs were shaking. she didn’t want to be alone, no no. the trembling footsteps that collide with the pavement of the ground was easy to pick up. someone had to be there but.. who? * ) who’s there?

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what is a love life?

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( * -- an innocent soul aurelie belle lamoureux was. she’s not too sure what love is, but it’s all weird to her. the girl has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. yet alone, her first kiss. so, out of curiousity—she decided to disturb one of her favourite big brothers, dorian lee! she looked up to him as a rolemodel because well.. he was worthy. she was like an annoying little sister who doted on him twenty-four seven. * ) nii-chan! ( * -- the honourific was in japanese. the word isn’t unfamiliar to her to use, she’s used it many times before around dorian. she waved her hand rapidly and energetically because she was so happy to see her close friend. * ) how have you been? is there anyone you like?

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she’s so cute~♡

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patching up a wounded lily

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white lilies were one of momo's favourite flowers. she was like a lily, graceful. a beautiful white lily, representing innocence and chastity. momo was a shy and timid girl inside despite how extroverted she might've seen to others. yes, the girl was overall outgoing but she had her moments when she wanted to keep to herself. 

she kept her emotions at bay, usually. she didn't like to unveil her particular issues in regards to what was going on at home. her friends rarely knew what went on in her life behind closed doors. she never really allowed herself a chance to tell them what was up. and if she did, that mean she would ahve to crawl out of her comfort zone which as a no-go to her.

she's never been close to a teacher--or many of them at the very least. however, jonghyun was an exception. he was someone that she looked up to very highly, someone like a big brother since hers was an arrogant bastard. never was he the overlooked one, momo was the one that had always been overlooked.

dark orbs search within the terrain, she was slightly shaking as the flashbacks was making its way back into her head. playing endlessly like a record, she's damaged. wounded. a young soul that has yet to heal from the scarring. she had been crying, weeping and wanting to soothe her soul with blades. but, she didn't find any to prevent that, she had to reach out for someone and that person she could rely on was jonghyun.

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the atmosphere within the vinicity didn't feel right, momo was in a mixture of distraught and bewilderment. she tensed up in these particular scenarios. surprisingly, for a girl who was extroverted and a social butterfly with a wide smile was immensely closed up, rendered extroverted. "merde--" she didn't really curse in french, but this was because the swarm of anxiety that jolted within her. it was a low curse, quiet to the point that no one should be able to hear her unless they were up close. she treat this engagement like a laughing joke? her father, it was her father's decision and recommendation. momo had to be a good girl, a pretty girl. otherwise, her fate wouldn't end well. she was too young, far too young to undergo this experience but she had been through worse--she'd like to believe. wine wasn't in her cup of tea, she was extremely picky when it came to beverages.. despite its low alcohol content, she would never lay her finger on it.

she forced a smile ( usually, she didn't do that ). it was unusual of her, she was cracking inside. "hello, nice to meet you daniel." she let out her french accent when switching to english, loud and clear. despite the rude comment, she pretended like it was nothing. trying to throw it off her shoulders, not giving a single ounce of care. she couldn't blame him, she didn't know the guy and he didn't know her. so why would an engagement make sense for the both of them anyways? it just didn't. "anyways, i am aurélie.." her voice grew softer, trailing off awkwardly.

❖ { Ties } - Neuk, Momo, Evie

“Ah, make mine a glass of red,” Mr Leclair corrected, shaking his head, “Oh Evie dear, it’s one night. let this old man have some fun.”

“But Daddy–”

“Come on, look at what you want to eat or we won’t have time for dessert.”

“Daniel,” his Mother began, clearing her throat, “this is Aurélie Belle Lamoureux and her father Mr. Lamoureux”. Neukmin tutted, taking a long gulp of wine in response. He knew that his parents wouldn’t have asked him to come if they weren’t desperate, if they didn’t need something from him—and Neukmin had no intentions of giving them what they wanted so easily. He had every intention to make the monkey dance before giving it a treat. “I won’t remember your name, so I won’t bother trying.” Neukmin licked his lips, watching his father’s fist clench into a napkin. “Where did you find this one, father?—the nursery? She’s a bit young even by your lapsed standards.” Neukmin laughed, pouring himself another drink.   

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12-13/500 pictures of momo

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momo’s thought blog is here!! c: http://princesspeachdiary.tumblr.com/

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( tw: traumas, suicidal behaviour!! )

aurelie couldn’t run and run away from luhan. he was that part of home, an important contribution to what made her feel so alive. what gave her hope to continue on when she was so fragile, when no one was there to hold her in her darkest times. she didn’t cope up with her psychological traumas too well, barely handling them alone. that's why she wanted to cut and cut. there wasn’t anything she could hide from her best friend. either way, whatever it was, he knew what was going on. aurelie was that obvious.

at this point, she could scream her lungs out because of distress. she in the moment, closer to having an anxiety attack the more the thoughts of her past were fuelled by the hatred for her father. however, reassurance began to ease her but only by so much, a tad bit. she couldn’t stop shaking, she hugged her best friend tighter. she took in deep breaths as he started to hum a song. the ends of her lips tugged into a small yet simple smile. “bam.. bi.. you.. are.. so.. warm..” she said through her sniffles, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to convey.

she showed him her painful smile. “right—“ she nodded to indicate her agreement to his proposal. “you know.. i don’t think it really is..” she couldn’t let go of his hand, the grip began to become tighter and tighter as she felt uneasy by the second. “safe.. to fall in love.. really.” she rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. she bought her long sleeve to her face and wiped the tears away.

and so, when he tickled her sides, she was laughing hysterically ( aurelie was ticklish, she couldn’t help it! ). why is it every time she was around luhan, she couldn’t stop smiling so much? she was practically smiling more than she needed to. she was smiling like an idiot. “yes.. take my first kiss, please. i want you, bambi.” she narrowed her gaze to his, her amber eyes meeting his lighter eyes.

her eyelids shut close, she was anxious and tense. this is where you make a kissy face right?

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Luhan was extremely worried about Aurelie, he knew what she’s gone through in the past, and he knew what she did to cope with her troubles. That was what worried Luhan the most, he didn’t want to see the other hurting, mentally or physically. He would have to watch over her more closely, refusing to let her out of his sight. He didn’t trust her on her own handling this, he’d also have to raid the room and look for anything sharp. 

His heart started to break as the beautiful woman shed tears. “Shh, don’t waist your tears for this…It’ll be okay, no need to cry.” He said gently rocking his crying classmate, his friend. Trying to calm her down he started to hum ‘A la claire fontaine’ a soft and soothing tune from their home country that would hopefully start to ease them into relaxing. “À la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener…J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle, Que je m'y suis baigné…” he sang softly knowing that she liked it when he sang. 

“We can, It’ll be a wonderful wedding, nothing short of the best for my Aurelie.” he says gently petting her hair to sooth her. “You’ll be so beautiful all covered head to toe in white, you’ll take my breath away as I go and wait for you at the alter.” He says wrapping his arms around her, holding her close. “We want to put on a good show, as if we were getting married for real. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a honeymoon, maybe Disney!” He laughs a bit and shakes his head. “We’ll go on all the rides and just have fun. And then when we get home, I’ll play match maker and I’ll find you the perfect girlfriend or boyfriend.” He teases gently poking at her sides.

When she started speaking again he stared at her wide eyed and stunned. “Me? You want me to be your first kiss? Don’t you….want someone you fall for to kiss you? Don’t you want it to be special?” He asks with a small frown .

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momo cut the stem off the growing plant that was toxic. she ripped off the stem from the very soil, not wanting to do anything with it ever again. when it came to the likes of her father, she didn’t want to associate herself with him at all. suddenly, out of the blue, the man decided to proclaim himself back into momo’s life, making an absurd entrance. he was unwelcomed, she wasn’t going to open the door for him to enter her life. never again.

and, she’s tried so hard to run and run into the big world. run away from the monster that she called “daddy”, the one who kept her on shackles and painted her world black. the worst case scenario was being kept away from her freedom, a bird kept in a cage for the rest of her life. no way was she going to be that. she’s stuck to an arranged marriage. this wasn’t right, how can her father do this? momo didn’t even experience her first love yet. not so far. hell, not even her first kiss. she didn’t like where this was going—she knew where the plans where headed. momo wasn’t stupid.

she was required to dressed like a princess, look beautiful for this sort of occasion. she was instructed to follow directions at all times, otherwise. her father’s baneful existence pestered her throughout the whole time. he wasn’t going just yet. unfortunately, she was going to be stuck with him until this event would end. she didn’t know how long it would take, but it seemed long. long enough for her to want to disappear into a far, far away land and never come back.

“london..” she murmured. the moment she stepped in the restaurant, she felt queasy to her stomach. she wasn’t hungry at all. she didn’t want to eat, but she would have to force herself to. just to look polite despite how pointless it was. her fiancé wasn’t here.. not yet. she wasn’t sure who he was but she hoped he was a good man—

actually, trust no man. she had enough evidence from the failure marriage of her ballistic father and paranoid mother.

she didn’t want to meet eyes with him.. when he got here, finally.

❖ { Ties } - Neuk, Momo, Evie

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The 28th rolled swiftly by and Neukmin dressed up for the occasion as his parents had instructed—in a black suit and tie. He drove his car to Fera at Claridge’s in London and smoked two cigarettes outside the parking lot before going in. He asked for the Lee table that had been booked for a party of seven, six of whom had already arrived, and followed the waiter through the restaurant. It wasn’t his first engagement dinner but his parent’s had insisted it would be his last. 

“Your table Mr. Lee.” The waiter said, pulling out a chair for him to sit. 

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At this age I should enjoy my life

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( tw: suicidal behaviour, cutting!! )

home sweet home, the nostalgic feeling struck her. surprisingly, it had been so long since she had stepped foot in france, how would love to visit once again. breathe in the french air, step on the soil and but no, her sorry butt was stuck in england. she’s met a few people who were from france that attended hogwarts. england wasn’t bad nor shabby.. though, this wasn’t where she belonged at the end of the day. at least, there was luhan by her side whenever she was suffering from her monophobia phase. jubilance was shining through her moods, she wasn’t sad around him usually.

however, this time isn’t like the other times where she would be free and jocular. it felt like sadness was the only thing to hug her in the dark, lonesome nights ( when luhan or her close friends weren’t there ). she enjoyed cuddles with luhan, mainly because she was comfortable around him. apart from that—if it was another guy that she wasn’t close to ( in terms of knowing them spiritually ) then she’d reject it. she would be completely uncomfortable if it wasn’t luhan.

her father was the trigger, the cause of her instability, roughly. she abhorred his existence from head-to-toe, the man always tried to find a way to create a pathway for him to enter into aurelie’s life in spite of attempts she tried to block out any sort of communication. the man was a creeper and because of him, closed up wounds would open once more. she would get a knife and make quick strokes on her arm, thighs to ease the mental pain, only in trade of physical pain. she bit her lip harder, preventing the loud wailing to release.

she nodded whilst her breathing became heavier and heavier as she kept on crying like a helpless child. without luhan here, who knew what she would’ve done—

it was no shocker that an arranged marriage was planned out. aurelie was a pureblood, her family strict and upright. but, it wasn’t any fair to her. she was the embodiment of a vestal virgin. hell, she didn’t even have her first kiss anyways nor a boyfriend or girlfriend! at the moment luhan mentioned being married to him, her face lit up. she stained his shirt enough with her wet tears just enough. she looked up at him, “we should.. we really should.” she smiled warmly yet painfully, the remaining tears rolling down her cheeks.

“in fact, i’d rather have my first kiss from you. i—is that weird?” her cheeks were flushing red like a tomato, she averted her gaze from his as she laced her fingers with his. weird because they weren’t anything more than friends after all.

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Being with Aurelie always made Luhan miss home, not his house in London were his step-father, mother, and sister lived, but his home where he spent the first ten years of his life. France. It wasn’t that he didn’t like England, since he’s started attending Hogwarts he has made plenty  of friends, but there was something about France, something that England could never offer. At least England had Aurelie, his little piece of home. It always made him smile thinking about them as children, although he and his mother had been outcasts in the Delacour social circle, it was nice to know that some witches and wizards weren’t all about status. 

Luhan especially liked the nights where they would just cuddle and watch movies together, enjoying each other’s presence, everything was just so comfortable between them. He was lost in his little own world before he noticed that Aurie was trying to talk to him. “Hm? What is it Mon Cheri?” He asks easily slipping back into his native tongue. 

At the mention of her father he frowned not liking where this was going. Whenever he was involved in anything Aurelie’s mental health always seemed to plummet. “I know….I know.” He says running a hand up and down her arms. He made it seem like he was giving her some soothing contact, but in actuality, he was checking for any bumps in her smooth skin. 

His hands fell and he stared at the other with wide eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. Did he really promise his daughter to another? Did families still do that? Honestly, if he was probably still a ‘real’ Delacour,  he’d be engaged to someone now too. Aurelie was so innocent though, she hasn’t even had her first kiss yet, she hasn’t had her first love…Why should she be engaged to someone that she barely even knows? Why should she be engaged to anyone at all? “Mon Cheri, lets get married. We can elope, you can’t get married twice without being divorced right? This will solve all your problems. I’ll be a good husband, I’ll even let you date and fall in love with someone who really deserves you.” He says with a nod.  

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The excitement of actually having a sleepover made Miri happy — It had been awhile since she had a chance to just relax and talk about anything and almost everything with Momo. She had a few secrets she wanted to share with the other, as well as comfort her. She could tell, by random passing by’s in the corridors throughout the school she had something on her mind; Miri could just tell — Like a motherly instinct tugging at her entire being. It was normal for her to be found in the other house’s common rooms at Hogwarts, sometimes even dorms. She frequented Gryffindor a lot though, mainly because of Momo but also because of Min. 

Momo, though a year younger had become her best friend almost over night. They clicked, and of course Miri wasn’t going to allow her to escape her grasp. She protected the girl, and was there all the time. Especially whenever they had their weekly sleepover. Oh how she loved those sleepovers — It gave her mind some sort of great escape, and simply put her at ease just as much as it put the other at ease. This Miri knew she would forever be grateful for. She trusted Momo with her life, her secrets, pretty much everything. 

Laying horizontally across the bed, Miri had her face buried in blanket all bundled up and fashioned into her own pillow. Her gaze shifted to look over her friend, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she sat up slowly and crawled over to Momo — Arm instinctively wrapping around her,  her head resting on the others shoulder. “Well, tell me what’s been bothering you all day?” Miri raised a brow, warm eyes fixating on the youngers face; Her smile lingering. “You know I’m here for you, right?” She tilted her head to the side, arms tightening around her frame as she kept her close. 

honestly, it was rare that her plans actually went through, turned into reality with effort. usually, she’d plan on something, make arrangements with her friends but they never really bothered since they were busy. momo didn’t complain, she understood that they had their individual activities to attend to like studying, visitations, or spending time with other things. she wouldn’t get mad at that but an excuse to her was feeble. luckily, her friends told her of her plans. it seemed that she was around miri more than anyone else, finding herself around the hufflepuff almost on a daily basis.

so, they’re comfortable around one another. momo recalled the time when she first met miri, the girl was so loving and open. it wasn’t hard to get along with her at firsthand. she was so approachable, not so intimidating like slytherins were. that was that, momo had trouble making friends with slytherins but she still at attempted ( props to her effort at the very least, right? ). sadly for momo, she wasn’t sure how to guard herself when it came to her well-being. she did keep a lot of secrets to herself, never opening the cork to the bottle. she easily trusted miri out of the few dozens of people she met. and yes, miri did know about momo’s background and how the lamoureux family was like behind closed doors. sins, nothing but sins.

as miri rested her head on her shoulder, momo patted miri’s fluffy hair. “you know what would be bothering me all day..” she heaved a distressed sigh. this time, it wasn’t a boy. okay, no boy was really on her mind. she had better things to do than to think of boys. boys are troublesome, girls were sweeter and a lot softer. “you know the usual…” she looked down sadly, eyes shifting at the covers. “i know you’re here and i really do appreciate it but i’m not sure what to do when my father keeps trying to come back into my life.”

“holy crap. i really do have a lot of daddy issues.” she shook her head in disappointment.

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a collection of momo pouting requested by @seulgisbaechu​

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FRENCH NAME: aurélie belle lamoureux JAPNESE NAME: momo

BIRTHPLACE: bordeaux, france PLACES LIVED IN: FRANCE: bordeaux, annecy, paris ENGLAND: london, nottingham JAPAN: kyoto, nagoya, tokyo BIRTHDATE: 11/09/1999 AGE: 16 NATIONALITY: french-japanese ETHNICITY: french-japanese ORIENTATION: bisexual (mostly lenient towards girls) STATUS: single LANGUAGES: english, french, japanese OCCUPATION: student at hogwarts (sixth year)

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’5 WEIGHT: 108lbs HAIR COLOUR: blonde NATURAL HAIR COLOUR: blonde EYE COLOUR: hazel FACE SHAPE: heart BUILD: slim TATTOOS: – PIERCINGS: – GLASSES/CONTACTS: glasses

FAVOURITES

COLOUR: blue, pink, white, cream, anything light FOOD: pastries SPORT: quidditch COUNTRY: japan MUSIC: birds chirping ACTIVITY: dancing, stargazing INSTRUMENT: drums, bass

PERSONAL

LEFT HANDED/RIGHT HANDED: left RELIGION: in love with her owl HABITS: tends to put hearts on the dot for her i’s, switches to french when she’s angry INSTRUMENTS: drums, bass, piano, keyboard

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE: versatile, zealous, supportive, strong, sincere, appropriate, assertive, hardworking, poised, polite, innocent, intelligent, extroverted NEGATIVE: naïve, blunt, cynical, insecure, ignorant of well-being, docile, submissive