nivrokus · 10 years ago
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I owe a couple replies and starters and stuff and I'm sorry I haven't been around I'm still active but I'm just a little tied up and a little lazy and a little lacking of creativity but I'll be back soon hopefully.
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Dear Aster!
Dear Aster
How've you been? I've been meaning to drop by and say hello but something always holds me back, I really hope you're alright though because I notice little things here and there. We really haven't known each other too long but you've already been so sweet to me, it's really nice to know someone who's so genuinely caring and just...adorable. Your entire personality really kinda just, peps me up a little, heh.
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Mei @v.eeli ・ 2s
these are the kind @yyeseul sends out while i'm asleep. 
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麗しき人よ いつまでも 抱きしめて beautiful person, hold me forever
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❂ for your girlfriend, please.
❂ — It’s incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.
    Public pools weren’t her forte. It wasn’t as if she disliked them but then again, she didn’t particularly like them either. There was just something that didn’t sit at all right with her about getting into a pool with a bunch of strangers in and around it.
    "Are you just going to stand there?" her friend, Soojung, called out to her. Soojung, clad in black bikini bottoms and a oversized white shirt tied at the waist to compliment her form better, was already on her way to the pool while Veronica stood back, arms wrapped tightly around the inflated dolphin she’d insisted on bringing along.
    "I-I suddenly remembered that I can’t swim, we should head back, right this instance." Veronica insists, finishing the sentence with a firm nod of her head.
    Soojung simply stares Veronica down for a few minutes, her eyes causing Veronica to cringe a bit and lift the plastic dolphin higher in order to hide part of her face, before walking over to stand directly in front of Veronica.
    "Look, you were complaining about how hot it was all day, weren’t you? Now there’s a solution right in front of you, so come on." 
    Veronica simply responded with a shake of her head which caused Soojung to roll her eyes, crossing her arms infront of her for a moment before reaching a hand out and grabbing onto Veronica’s wrist; a mischievous smirk fixed on her lips. 
    "Vee, we’re gonna go swimming now." she spoke the words as if she were speaking to a kid before dragging Veronica towards the pool despite her protests.
    "Wait! I’ll drown! I still have my clothes on! What if my hair turns green from the chlorine? What if my skin turns green from the chlorine?!”
    "You won’t drown, I’ll be right here with you. And the rest of that……is really none of my problem, stop struggling and come on."
    And despite her whining and resistance, Soojung manages to get Veronica to the edge of the pool and—after quite a bit of a struggle—push her in. Veronica goes in face first, clutching tightly to her dear inflatable friend, while Soojung stands at the edge of the pool doubled over in laughter.
    "See, it isn't so bad, is it?"
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nivrokus · 10 years ago
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sleeplessminki: 
◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.
    She'd started her search when the sun was up and everything was bright, but now the moon had taken the sun's place and the falling rain made her hair cling to her face and her clothes cling to her body in a way that was quite uncomfortable. But Veronica wasn't taking notice of the discomfort, she was too busy trying to find the small stray puppy that had taken up with her for the past couple weeks now. It was a tiny little thing that had followed her home for the last two weeks now and at first it'd been a hindrance, she'd try her best to chase the little pest away.
    But then out of nowhere, she'd found herself letting him into her apartment whenever he'd trail on behind her, she'd share her food with him and even let the little guy lie on her lap while she watched her night time dramas; he was starting to feel like family. 
    But now he was gone and she couldn't find him anywhere, even though she had tried so, so hard to find him. It was all frustrating and annoying and just...saddening. Veronica didn't notice when the tears started coming, it was hard to in the rain anyways but when the taste of saltwater found it's way to her tongue she knew and the knowledge of her tears only made her cry more.
 ��  "Pup, lil pup!" It was the name she'd given to him, out of lack of creativity and fear to name him anything official because he might one day just wander away from her. "Pup, please come back!" The rain was too loud for anyone to hear her and though she knew she was being drowned out she didn't care, she kept calling out even though her voice was beginning to break.
    "Are you looking for something?" 
    Veronica immediately spun in the direction of the male voice, forgetting the fact that she was an absolutely tearing mess, right now she only had one concern.
     Her hands grabbed onto the other's shirt, fingers wrapping tightly around the fabric, and her eyes frantic as they made contact with his own.
    "Can you please help me find my puppy?"
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━ drunken wolf
    Exhausted, she was exhausted. It was like today was just made to tire her out, first it was the group of teens who'd barged into the bookstore right as Veronica was set to close up, she had tried to get it across that the store was closed for the night but you can really only tell a group of determined teenagers "sorry but we're closed" so many times before just deciding to give up and just let them buy their stupid books; and so that's how she got stuck ringing up multiple books, 20 minutes past closing time, all on her own. Normally something like this wouldn't have bothered her but today was one of those unfortunate days when she was running on no more than four hours of sleep and had minimal energy. Then after dealing with the hoard of literature hungry teenagers and successfully making it home without any stops, she came to find out that the elevator was out of order, once again. So up the flight of stairs she went to the eight floor, where her sweet, sweet apartment would be waiting for her. 
    By the time Veronica got up to her floor her feet felt so heavy that she could only drag them and her head pounded, and maybe this was the reason why she overlooked one minor detail. 
    Her door, which she had definitely left locked, was unlocked.
    She headed for the couch right away, deciding not to bother with turning on the lights, choosing instead to plop down on her faux leather couch. Her entire body felt like it was in heaven, her muscles finally able to let go of the tension and relax after such a long day; before long she found herself drifting off to sleep. But then she heard it:
    breathing that was entirely not her own and all too heavy. 
    Her eyes immediately shot open and she sprang up, running to the light switch by the door and frantically flicking it on. Though she instantly wished she hadn't, because sprawled out on her couch was a wolf.
    Veronica paused, shut her eyes tight, opened them, shut them again. The process was repeated about five times till she just accepted the fact that this was no dream, there was really a wolf lying on her couch at that very moment.
    And when that realization hit, she really couldn't help but scream.
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 ❅ — Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow.
    "You know, you could actually try to not hog everything.”
    The statement came with a tug in one direction, and then a tug in the opposite direction.
    "But what good would that do me."
    Another tug, time this time it comes a little angrier.
    "Jimin, I’m gonna end up freezing!"
    They were huddled close together, a thick, but small, blanket barely covering the both of them. In front of them was a makeshift fireplace in form of six scented candles Veronica had found lying about in little hidden spaces.
    "That really sounds like more of a you problem and less of a me problem.”
    Veronica rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself to keep from shaking.
    "I actually hate you," her words coming out as a ragged, bitter hiss "and you’re definitely not who I’m gonna be calling the next time I want to build snowmen.” 
    Her breath visible in the cold air and her frame starting to shiver slightly.
    "This wouldn’t be happening if you’d actually pay for heating bill.” And though his tone is scolding, Jimin still changes their sitting arrangement; so instead of them being seated right next to each other, he’s sitting behind her and she’s seated between his legs with the back of her head resting against his chest. This arrangement allows for the blanket to be wrapped sufficiently around the both of them. "And don't lie to yourself, you know I'm the first one you'd call for anything, you love me."
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nivrokus · 10 years ago
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psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me a while on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. 
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Find me beneath the Corsican stars where we first kissed.
Robert Frobisher, Cloud Atlas
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    She's annoyed as soon as he speaks. Veronica isn't sure why, maybe it's the way he somehow knows she's there even before she makes her presence known, or maybe it's because he's once again speaking in that slightly arrogant tone of his, or maybe it's just because he expects her to place an order for him as well; she isn't sure which one it is but nonetheless, she's annoyed. But that's the way things are when she's with Jongin, there's something about his ways that disrupts the calm tide that she normally is and instead sends her waves crashing angrily but it's always only momentarily. Veronica's never been one to get annoyed anyways.
    "I hope you know it's extremely creepy how you do that."  she commented as she took a seat across from him and though the words themselves seemed a tad rude, her tone conveyed none of her former annoyance, she simply sounded like anyone else would when addressing a friend. "And I'm not ordering for you and I really hope you don't expect me to pay for anything, you called me here so you get the privilege of doing all of that, it's only fair."
— of stale coffee.
Fingers trembling as not only craving the cigarette he’s holding in between them; but the caffeine intake of the day being completely non existent and it was already past noon. Scandalous. A day like these he’s actually supposed to stay inside, when medication doesn’t want to bite onto his hard enough, but Jongin can’t. He’s too restless, needing ridiculously overpriced coffee instead of staying at home and brewing it himself. So he ends up making a futile call to the first person that comes to mind; and this time it happened to be Veronica (whose name he refused to pronounce, ending up calling her Mei instead). It’s a quick, straight forward call that leaves him with a meek grin on his lips before he heads out the door. Nicotine is what brings his to the right coffee shop, a less crowded one— but still expensive coffee for some reason that he will never understand. Something about the roasting, whatever. He doesn’t care.
Today he wants to pester her instead, push her buttons, like he’s supposed to. She’s too much like a lullaby, calming him down like an aquarelle painting. He doesn’t like it, it gets on his nerves every time. Jongin isn’t supposed to be the calm, reasonable type. The male’s supposed to be quick, sharp and always on the move. At least most of the time, but for now coffee seems to do the trick. When he steps up the few steps to the cafe located just a few blocks down from his apartment complex, he takes a seat before actually ordering anything. Since he had called her on such short notice, it wouldn’t be surprising if it took her a while to come by. Maybe his coffee would go stale, and he would be left to somnolence. But even before he’s even gotten himself back out of the comfortable arm chair, he hears familiar steps. How can he recognize them? Jongin wonders the same. “Mei, order for me too.”
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    It's the same smile once again. The same smile the middle-aged man across the counter has shown her since the first day she's entered the convenience store, Veronica is a little grateful for the consistency of it all honestly. She'd found the convenience store during the second week of her nightly walks and had been frequenting it at least every week since, there were two things she really liked about this particular convenience store: the fact that no words were ever exchanged, thereby keeping her from displaying her lack of skills in the native language of the country and just how oddly she sounded when she actually spoke the language, and the guarantee that the man behind the counter would always have that warm smile waiting for her.
    There was a particular routine she followed on the nights she paid a visit to the convenience store. She always makes sure she has on a cozy sweater on and comfy shorts instead of jeans, then there are two items she always buys—a pack of baked bean cakes and banana milk. Afterwards she heads for a park close by with her snacks in hand, her mind set on a particular swing which she personally thinks waits for her. And that's just where her mind is tonight as she draws closer to the park.
    But when she arrives at the swings she doesn't feel the familiar pinch of joy that always develops right at the very pit of her core whenever the swings are within her sight but instead she feels disappointment, and also a twinge of foolishness because really, what twenty year old gets so down because someone else is sitting in their swing. Both feelings disappear soon though and are instead replaced with curiosity when Veronica realises that the woman before her is....glowing. Well, just her two fingers on her right hand but still, it's intriguing to Veronica's child-like senses and much like a child, she asks, without filter:
                                   "Why are your fingers glowing?"
— fluorescence ; vee + tomo
Nights like this has become a rare happening ever since Tomomi had said goodbye to uncomfortable and way too inconvenient gloves thus cutting off the opportunity to stroll through the streets after sunset without fear; her glowing fingers have been proved to be a rather dangerous phenomena, something that she couldn’t just show off to everyone or anyone. It takes only so longer until someone starts asking questions; questions that Tomo wouldn’t be able to answer, or more like, wouldn’t want to.
But still, for some reason, whenever her eyes land on the two fingers of her right hand, wrapped around in a shining aura, she doesn’t feel as if it was a nuisance, but rather, something to be proud of. Even if it’s a visible and undoubtedly permanent sign of her failure in genetics, the fact that she has come so far to have evident results is a kind of success, too.
Wrapping both of her hands around the swing’s chain, she leans against it while slowly rocking back and forth, the tip of her legs barely touching the ground covered in stones of different sizes and shapes. She wonders and mentally starts to count the times she had come to the playground that’s closest to her apartment in the past weeks (or well, ever since she moved to Korea) but she get tired after the number turns into two digits. Her head still against her joined hands around the chain, she closes her eyes and starts quietly humming a Korean song she’s just learnt the lyrics to. 
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Send ♆ for something my muse hates.
There isn't a lot she hates but she really can't stand restrictions. It'd born out of the fact that she's pretty much been kept in for so long and now when she feels something's going to challenge her new-found freedom in any way, it just irks her.
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Send ✿ for a happy memory.
Her first day in her very own apartment everything was just a cluttered mess, there were boxes everywhere and barely any furniture and the apartment itself just needed a good cleaning. She stayed up most of the night trying to sort things out all on her own and didn't realise when the sun had even risen but then, while taking a small break, she looked to the window and all this light was just flooding in right (she didn't have any curtains up) and she could see the little dust particles in the air and hear the city awakening. It's kind of odd but there was this deep calm and happiness in that moment.
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Send ✎ for a school headcanon.
She went to a Catholic school and now she thinks that's what caused her disinterest in religion.
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