#꣼ 𝑔𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑔. / interactions.

[hymnoire]

The air, it feels good on her skin, in her lungs. On the beautiful roof of the Shangri La Hotel, surrounded by lights, in her Yves Saint Laurent dress, she is pacing, barely able to breathe as if her world is collapsing inside. Finally, Kyojin (@gcholdtrops ) joins her, and she manages to calm down seeins him, stopping by the railing. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I just... overwhelmed... I'm..." How can she even lie to him? She can't; he knows her by heart and has for many years already. They're best friends after all, aren't they? Just best friends... or more? Gaya tries to push down all the boiling emotions she has, but they are too intense. She can't truly control them; she can't control how she feels for him; she can't control what happens when they're together, just the two of them away from prying eyes. "I know. You warned me the announcement would be tonight, I didn't know it would make me feel this way. And... I just had a looot of champagne, and I hope you grabbed a bottle because I need more." A nervous scoff escapes at her last words, ruffling her hair. She's a bit of a mess. That's right, his family has arranged his marriage with the heiress from the Shin family, and it was announced tonight; it's official now. Is she being a crazy hypocrite? After all, her own arranged marriage was announced no less than a month ago with the heir of the Lee family. That, too, she fucking hates. "Fuck... what the fuck are we even doing? Tell me we made the right decision to follow our families' wishes." Her eyes connect with his, looking for an answer, as she stands right in front of him, hurt, with a thousand torments inside. "Tell me."

[hymnoire]

❛ you changed everything. ❜ --- for Gaya

"To me it's no diffrent than moving furnitures in a living room I did not like the decoration of anymore." A twisted smirk dances on her lips before going back to the usual severe of her lines. Ever since Kang Gaya Lockwood has been named Judge, she does change everything in a city that she considers now hers. The death of her father, the minister of Justice have paved the way for her to take his legacy. Vine words are never a coincidence, his mere presence here, isn't either. "Is it that you crave justice for the humans and view my politics as too authoritarian? Being called a dictator has never been an insult to me. I doubt you would care though, would you. " Her head is titled to the side as her steps lead her through the room, she is pacing. "Is it about Her." Her arms are crossed now. "I believe my sister holds some sort of fascination for you. Her and this insane desire she has to opens the gates between the living and .. what she seems to believe could be, the Gods, or Heavens and Hells." Dr. Kang Kaeleena Lockwood, known for her genius in the years - a genius Gaya has always considered madness. "I do know what you two have been doing. Disgusting little games with corpses and obscure rituals. What was it, was she luring you in to have sex down her autopsy tables?"The relationship between the sisters have went downhill on that Day, that one Day Kaeleena took it too far, that one day her expriment worked, that one day she created... it. Gaya had no chance but to lock Kaeleena up along with the creature she has created. The same way she is locking up all criminals in the city. To clean : that is her mission now. "Everything I do, I do it for the greater good."

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 & 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting

[hymnoire]

The car is running through the lands as Gaya's eyes never leave the sceneries. Pensive, she is. It is rare, for the heiress to ever feel peace and yet she does, right now, as the trees of Buckinghamshire awaited her presence for ten years. A land the black swan has never forgotten, a land that nested her family, her sisters, her lover, her joys, her fears, her growth. By her side, there's Minwoo. They both landed from Korea no less than an hour ago to be welcomed by their chauffeur. This ride to the mansion might be the last before opening the dormant chapters of their past. "You know how I always say nostalgia is for commoners, dismembered kids begging in the streets and little bitches?" Gaya starts, adressing her line to Minwoo as she still watches through the window. "Well, I get it now." She does, she gets it, the nostalgia. "Do you think he's coming?"

               @murderugh

[hymnoire]

Gaya stands, her eyes sweeping over the room, every detail etched in her mind like a carefully curated piece of art that of her success. La Maison Vermillion is more than just a gallery; it is an extension of her very being, a sanctuary she had dreamed of for many years. Each piece on the walls, each artist who contributed, every vision that came to life within these walls—all speak a language she understands intimately, a silent conversation between the art, the people, and the hidden corners of herself. Tonight, as the soft hum of conversation fills the space, she allows herself a rare moment of stillness to contemplate it all. After months of preparation, weeks of planning, and hours spent conversing with each guest, this is her moment to breathe. This place is not merely a gift from her adoptive father; it is a testament to her will. The world has given her everything—wealth, status, a place among the elite—but at what cost? It’s a question she cannot quite answer, though her subconscious seems to mourn the cost daily. Here, within these walls, she finds a piece of herself that she has tried to shield from the influence of those who crafted a life for her. La Maison Vermillion is hers, a symbol of the independence she fought to reclaim yet doesn't have quiet yet. In this space, she can finally breathe, even if only for a fleeting moment. Her reverie is interrupted as more guests approach, eager to speak with the woman of the evening. It is the third anniversary of the gallery, a milestone that many have come to congratulate her on. The crowd is eclectic, a crossroads between the wealthy and the artistic, where different worlds collide in celebration. Her eyes catch sight of a familiar figure, his presence unmistakable even in the crowded room. Kai. ( @terragro ) He stands near the snack table, his tall frame dressed in his usual black, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the gallery. A smile tugs at Gaya's lips as she watches him. For all the complexity of her life, Kai has been a constant, a steady presence that brings with it a sense of calm. The calm she finds in late-night letters to him, when the words come more easily than sleep. Cygnus, he calls her—a name that feels like an entity born from their exchange of secrets and shared thoughts. She is hindsight bias, too. Gaya never told him she doesn't know why he calls her the latter but she doesn't want to ask, she believes it means he sees something in her she cannot see just yet. She likes that, that little mystery, scavenger hunt of deciphering his labels of her. She has always sensed a grand sensitivity in the way he addresses the world around him, and even himself. It’s through his words that she knows he understands her in a way few do. There is something endearing about the way he stands there, his expression impassive as he surveys the plate of appetizers in his hand. He is out of place in this crowd, yet somehow perfectly at home surrounded by art. He could be one of the pieces himself, she muses. Moments like these remind her that not everything in her world is dictated by the cold logic of power and propriety. Here, amidst Seoul’s elite, Kai is a reminder of the simplicity she sometimes longs for—the simplicity of paper and ink. She moves toward him, the noise of the gallery fading into the background. It feels special to face someone who knows so much about her yet has rarely seen her face to face. Gaya isn’t shy, nor easily embarrassed; her emotions are worn on her sleeve, and her grin says it all. It widens as soon as he greets her. She is Cygnus again, wrapped in the warmth of his quiet understanding.

“Greetings, nurturer of shadows and echoes,��� she says, using the same words she has penned in her letters."On this night of celebration, my eyes land on a figure—a shadow from my late-night writings come to life, or perhaps he’s real, standing here among us. Do you believe in ghosts, conjured from the depths of imagination? " She then speaks with an amused tone, a theater monologue tone almost, as if she is reading out loud a letter she would write for him about tonight, one she will probably write anyways. “Hey, I had no idea you would come,” she continues, her voice softening with sincerity, smiling with her eyes. "I’m so honored you did. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I think the last time we saw each other, this gallery was barely a year old. That's crazy?” Years fly, don't they. Excitement within her—the kind that makes her want to ask him so many questions, to spend time with him away from the crowd. “Ah yes the artist you’re interested in, the auction won’t start for another hour actually. Mmm... so how about a walk with me while we wait? I can show you the ateliers. They’re my favorite part of this place. Maybe they’ll become yours too.”

[hymnoire]

hug - muse a ( gaya ) embraces muse b ( minwoo )

Kaeleena's gentle touch dabs away the last traces of blood from Minwoo’s face, her voice still carrying that tender, motherly tone, even as a flicker of something dark stirs within her. She hums softly, her eyes never leaving his features, searching for any hint of the thoughts that might be swirling behind those cold, indifferent eyes of his. She saw something earlier, panic, fear... Does he remember? And .. has she managed to soothe that down? But before she can speak again, the door bursts open, the serene atmosphere turns into chaos. “Minwoo!”

Gaya’s voice slices through the air like a blade, sharp. The Black Swan is a storm, her eyes wide and wild on the scene before her. Without a second thought, Gaya rushes to Minwoo's side, her movements frantic, her hands already pulling him into a tight embrace. “What THE FUCK are you doing?” Gaya’s voice is almost a growl as she glares at Kaeleena, her arms wrapped protectively around Minwoo. Her eyes are blazing with a fury that makes Kaeleena take a step back, confusion washing over the white swan. “I’m not—” Kaeleena starts, but Gaya cuts her off, her voice even louder and filled with rage. “Stay away from him!” Gaya’s scream is raw, filled with a hatred Kaeleena has never seen her sister direct towards her before. One that slices through Kaeleena, leaving her voiceless, her hands trembling at her sides. “Don’t you dare touch him, don’t you dare harm him!” Keeps on yelling Gaya, menacing, threatening.

wordless prompts // still accepting.

Kaeleena feels as though she’s been struck. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around her chest, hurt flickers across her face, but it’s quickly replaced by a flash of anger. “I’m not harming him!” Kaeleena’s voice cracks as she yells back, her eyes stinging. “I would never—” But Gaya doesn’t listen, her focus entirely on Minwoo, her hands cupping his face. Kaeleena’s heart twists at the sight, the deep bond between Gaya and Minwoo playing out in front of her, a bond that seems to exclude her entirely. She silently watches as Gaya pulls Minwoo to his feet, her arms still wrapped around him as though she can shield him from the world, from Kaeleena herself. The pain in Kaeleena’s chest sharpens, a dull ache that spreads through her like wildfire. She wants to scream, to beg Gaya to believe her, but the words get caught in her throat. “Gaya, please,” Kaeleena’s voice is barely a whisper now, her hands reaching out but stopping short of touching. The desperation in her voice is palpable, her eyes wide and pleading. “I was only trying to help.” In return, Gaya’s eyes are usually cold but they grew even colder with the years, mistrustful. “Help? Is that what you call it? I've seen you watch him like he's your little pet project. I know what you do to the animals in the forest you crazy psychopath, what now? You're going to do the same to him HUH? Cut him open?? See what's inside yeah? You think I don't know?!” Her voice is laced with venom, each word dripping with a contempt that cuts Kaeleena to the core. “Stay away from him, Kae. Just stay the fuck away for fuck sake.” And with that, Gaya turns, pulling Achilles with her as she heads for the door. Kaeleena’s hand drops to her side as she stands, frozen. Her chest tightens, a dull ache spreading through her, but she forces herself to remain steady, her hands clenched into fists and the room feels suddenly colder, emptier, empty. “I was only trying to help,” she whispers to the empty room, the words falling flat against the silence. She can’t understand why Gaya reacted the way she did, why she saw something sinister in what was only meant as care. The hurt threatens to surface, but Kaeleena forces it down, steeling herself against the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. The white swan stands there for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t quite grasp, emotions she’s not sure how to handle. The nursery, once a place of quiet care, now feels like a cage, the walls pressing in on her as if to mock her failed attempt at compassion. She won't cry. Not this time.

[hymnoire]

The sky bleeds into hues of violet and indigo before her eyes, the remnants of the day retreating before the night's arrival. Every single day, following her training with the other soldiers on the mission, the swan goes on a run through the secluded safe area surrounding the base. Her breath comes uneven, her body thrumming with the dopamine of exertion. It is late when she approaches the entrance, her eye scanning the recognition sensor. A green light flickers in her irises before the door clicks open with a hiss, welcoming her into the sterile embrace of the base. "Welcome back, Agent Kang." Days have melted into a couple weeks here, in a base far from the capital, a secret base owned by Olympus. The mission: to neutralize a group of terrorists who have somehow acquired atomic manipulation technology. Such power is reserved only for the government and its affiliates, Olympus among them. The terrorist group has finally been located, and theories abound on how they procured the forbidden tech. However, they must approach with caution. Inside, the base hums with quiet and tranquility. Gaya makes her way to the living space, where she knew she would find him. Jaeyeon ( @voidcodex ). The only one of the team who seemed to be awake at this hour, perhaps ready to share the silent night with her as they usually do. “Let me guess. Trouble sleeping again?” she inquires, her voice a soft intrusion. She moves to the kitchen area, grabbing a snack and a beer, tossing one to him with an easy familiarity. Her steps lead her to join him as she sits down on the couch. She cracks open her drink, the sound sharp in the stillness. The silence is comfortable, a moment of peace before tomorrow. Their duo is the embodiment of the future that the House of Misericorde has been fervently pursuing. She, a human of flesh and blood, trained in the ancient arts; he, a vessel, a genetically engineered human housing a shard of dark energy. Under Kaeleena's leadership as Mother Supreme, the House has been increasingly leaning towards this merger of human and engineered beings. Jaeyeon is not just a tool but a partner, an equal in the pursuit of a higher cause. Kaeleena's vision has elevated the House's mission, aligning their ancient tenets with the relentless march of technological progress.

"I've dreamed about the mission again," she begins softly, her voice a whisper in the quiet of their shared space. "In this dream, I see a door, one you and I push wide open. Beyond it lies a realm of unknown where the echoes of our purpose resonate and then... disappear. I cannot grasp what awaits for us there, I cannot recall what we see, but as our eyes meet the truth, I feel something heavy in my gut, nauseating even—we know there is no turning back. It feels like the downfall of everything we've ever fought and stood for…" She pauses, her gaze searching his. "And then I wake up." She marks another pause. "It can't be about tomorrow's mission I believe, we've never been more ready than we are now. Mm. And that would be cheesy of me to say I got hidden apprehensions so, I don't." The pinch of a smile at the corner of her lips. She takes a sip. Gaya has never looked at Jaeyeon as if he were any different from her. According to the higher-ups and scientists, the purpose of a human and a genetically engineered one working together is for the human to make life-or-death decisions, fearing the vessel would fail to inject the right amount of empathy when final decisions come. Gaya has always doubted this hypothesis, even though she can see the difference in how she and Jaeyeon view a situation. Gaya suspects people like her sister always want a human on the field for darker reasons. The swan can't help but wonder, though, what goes through his mind in comparison to what goes through her own. "Do you dream?"

[hymnoire]

"Ah, Chef Kim made waffles?" Gaya speaks as she grabs a waffle, noting how Kim had gone all out again. All her breakfasts and meals are always prepared by her personal chef at her residence. This time, he made a feast for Kaeleena and Janus ( @mercifuldeliverance ), who are both staying at her place. Kaeleena vanished—probably sneaking out in the night. "Have you seen Kae?" Gaya asks, not truly expecting Janus to know bett'er. The black swan assumed they were just visiting her, but Kaeleena might be up to something shady again Gaya will have to keep an eye on. Sitting down across from Janus, she locks eyes with him as she takes anoter bite of her waffle. "Why are you smiling like that? You look waaay too happy to be here." Gaya couldn’t help but smile back. The truth is, she is glad he is here too—a good distraction from the pressures of her life in Seoul, where playing the Kang heiress part is getting harder by the day. She misses home. “Ugh no no no, we’re not doing this. Sharing breakfast together and smiling? Domestic! Ew! Ew!” She puts on an exaggeratedly disgusted face, grabbing a towel and tossing it at him from across the table, laughing as she reaches for another bite of food. "So, what's your plan for today? Pushing big tires through the mud?" she teases, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Then, her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Wanna go and shoot stuff?" I’ve gotten pretty good at handling my glock, I can totally beat you." Her cocky grin and a raised eyebrow follow as she casually bit into a piece of fruit. She had been training, sure, but there's no way in hell she beats him. Still, the banter is too fun to resist.

[hymnoire]

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

[ for gaya, from jì jìngyè ( in his "pushing everyone away because he received a terminal diagnosis but hasn't told anyone yet" era ) ! ]

Little would people suspect how deep Kang Gaya hurts from rejection - despite her harsh features, her cold eyes, her bitchy demaneors, her strong head, it always does hurt her. Her childhood is the key answer to why, a childhood ji jingye isn't possibly aware of. It couldn't be more ironic as on his, Ji Jingye has been keeping some secrets away from her, as well. Their families have raised them almost like long brother and sister, everytime business was made in China, he would be the only person she would play with as a teen while him, was still a child. Perhaps quite naturally the sisterly brotherly bond formed. These past months seemed to have been complicated for the both of them, they lost touch here and there, distance installed itself. Back in Korea, the Kangs are facing scandals, the type that would make many eager to step away from the family. That's what Gaya thought it is all about : being pushed away because of all the dirty things that was being said about her family and about her. "Right. I know you read the news, everyone does. Uncle hasn't been responding to our calls for months now so spill it out. I mean it's one thing if your family doesn't want to do business with mine anymore but you and I, aren't we supposed to be friends?"

[hymnoire]

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜ (from janus :) )

Nothing has changed between them, has it? Everytime they meet, it's to fight and bicker, bicker and fight. Actually, that's Gaya's favoite way of communicating so in a twisted way she is just being her fully natural self with Janus. Janus. God. He's as handsome as annoying and she has been telling herself that for the past 20 years. Funny enough they did bicker at the Spring Ball and now he's Here in Korea, and they bicker again. What's up Asshole - was the way she did greet him after all. "Yeah well If I AM an asshole too then you're just a bigger asshole you assface, I'm gonna beat you up." Gaya speaks, raising her fist making a step forward. Obviously she wouldn't win the fight but she attempted many times when younger, throwing herself on him grabbing him by the throat - the rule was for the Crows to never touch a Swan it was convinient for her to attack ... until of course Sister Elizabeth would come and drag her away by the collar while she was kicking in the air and screaming. That is NOT how a Swan should behave Miss Kang Lockwood! Headmistress will be highly displeased with you! - she would hear over and over. Gaya takes a hit on her cigarette, crossing one arm against her chest, smirk on her lips, annoyed pinch to her arched brow. "What are you doing in Korea anyways huh? You missed me That much?"

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // still accepting.

[hymnoire]

♦ (leto, ker - for now!)

"Little minx. Come on, I couldn't possibly have a secret boyfriend without a girl to share it all with. My sister kept my secret yet I believe couldn't understand any of it. When I think back Ker was even smarter than me when it came to build shenanigans not to get caught by SIster Elizabeth. Everything was fun with Ker, pretty much all the time I don't remember a moment of us not whispering and giggling to ourselves - even in our Janus phase, God. It slowly changed as we approached graduation. Ker has always been a fervant believer, she has always prayed a little harder and a little longer than me. i got surprised for her to be one of the Swans not affiliated to a family but as time passed, I believe I understand why. Mother's favorite swans are the most devoted."

"Disconnected. That boy, he stood... still. Yes, let's remember all the fights that would break between Janus, that assface, and Minwoo. Of course the crows love a good brawl and you know what, I do too. Just not when it comes to Minwoo, I never liked anybody messing with him. I would throw myself in there first chance I got just for Janus to back off. If he can beat a crow up, it's death row if he ever touches a swan so, I had nothing to lose. I will never forget how Leto always stood in the way, not cheering, not stopping any of this, but watching, I had to push him to get into the circle, yelling at him, Jesus, Move! It was in the heat of the moment, I appreciate Leto, he just always seemed... Out of place, disconnected."

"Gentle. Keres's skin is gentle. I like the way it does glowd under the sun in the meadow when we are together. Her voice. It is gentle too, music that I love laced with the lullaby of mine. She is, has always been, will always be my best friend, my dance partner. As a new world seemed to have opened to our sisters , only Keres and I have been left in our own. My sorrow to have lost Gayane has been grand and yet I could not be more happier as I found peace and safety in my Keres presence. I adore it when we lay down together the most. When we fall asleep together, as well. I do not dream of what tortures my mind at night, my sleep is peaceful when by her side."

"Target. I do correlate the level of humanity to the level of potential betrayal in a Crow. There always has been empathy in the eyes of a being like Leto. I have read his medical file enough times to understand the techniques used on the first generation of crows did do the wonders they were expected to. It happened to be a matter of time before the bells ring, as the crows and the dogs got unleashed in the forest to chase after him. Many couldn't possibly believe, mistaking his behavior for cowardice like many before him - they couldn't be more in wrong. I always knew his predominant humanity will make him a target. It must have taken braveness then for him to take the decision to go and run. How unfotunate - he must die, still.

[hymnoire]

❛ i wonder if i’m doing the best i could. ❜

[ for gaya, from jì jìngyè ! ]

"You are. And you have." Her words are meant as her eyes remain on the horizon in front of them. The weather here, it never changes, the sky is just the way it should be, the wind, gentle, the sun, watching. The world around has been created based on his memories, was that it, the world he remembers or perhaps the one he does not want to forget. This technology has caught the eye of many - In fact, the orgnization Gaya is part of wants it, too. The Kang wears again a cloack of double agent : it is not just a technology to her, it has all been birthed from her friend's mind. She comes here here, making sure the his conscious remains intact before the unavoidable maybe comes their way. Her head turns to the side to look at him, a slow smile on her face. Is he real, is what she wonders everything she is plugged in. If She real, might be what he wonders in return. Their mothers have been good friends for a very long time, only meeting once or twice a year when the Kangs had businesses to attend in China, a connection that has lasted long enough for the family to be devastated when learning about his sudden death, unaware he has been sick for a long time. "Have you ever thought about escaping this place?" Questions Gaya. What would she do in his situation... Would she be able to stand the loneliness that it must be? Would she be able to accept that her reality has escaped her own hands?"I cannot help but to realize every time I come and visit you, I see more and more people around. Have you met any of them? I mean back in the days?" She pauses. "Or are they complete strangers using this place in ways they should not?"

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 & 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting

[hymnoire]

❛ i was too young to understand. ❜

Gaya couldn't help but to let a laughter escape. "Oh you sure were." In the Main hall at the House, there are many portraits : all the crows and the swans who have proudly graduated, in their traditional apparel for the grand day that it was. After a day spent here, back at the house, Gaya couldn't help but to keep dwelving into memories of the past, watching old photographies was part of the process. Beyond the portraits against the wall, there were photo albums for everyone to open and watch in the libraries. Minwoo and Gaya were walking from one shelf to another, opening this or that album - right now looking down on a photography of the two of them and ... him. Acting perfect, posing perfect, taken right before they run back to the river to hide. "You have been an amazing guard though, even if you had no idea what we were doing behind these trees, you learned how to keep a secret. Oh well, am I your origin story?" Gaya asks with another sardonic laughter, pushing Minwoo's shoulder with her shoulder in a teasing way. Her fingers then push another page of the photo album they are looking at, showing another picture of Minwoo and ... and ... There is a boy standing right next to him, his name seems to be at the edge of Gaya's tongue. "Hold on. Who is... that boy next to you."

Her memory does these laps sometimes, more and more with time as if the memory of a little boy not leaving the side of Minwoo exists somewhere in her head. A boy who would just follow him and do everything Minwoo would do.. Always.. All the time. And yet when the memory seems to focus again, the little boy by Minwoo's side on the old photography is gone. Her eyes are pinched closed before opening again : it is just a picture of Minwoo there, holding a stick, alone. "That is just strange. I was convinced to have seen... Fuck. Nevermind, I must be jetlagged no?" Her head hurts, her fingers massagging her temple, leaving the photo album into Minwoo's hands as she takes a step to the side. The type of migraines that just grows stronger as she is forced to close her eyes to make it pass. "Did you see me take my medicine, last night, at dinner? Fuck I must have forgotten again-"

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 & 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting

[hymnoire]

"Rebel cinderella." (unofficial, an impression.) / Zee, Gaya.

"My tale begins with nothing— I had nothing. My Fairy Godmother Supreme saw something in me that my biological one seemed to have been disgusted by. She transformed my universe along with my perception of it, leading my fate to a castle, a prince and what should have been a happy ending. Instead of the glass slipper and the crown, I chose the gun. It will always be a story of revenge."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnames your muse calls mine.

[hymnoire]

"♦" (meme attendance: present.)

"Divine. Magnificient. Never ever I have seen such beauty before my eyes. He is the quintessence of Creation. I am well aware of my hunger, my mind, body, soul and core, they feed from these thoughts that twist my head at night, these thoughts and crave what cannot leave the layers under my skin. That is what the sight of him does to me - he is haunting. I remember every single connection that had to be made inside his beautiful brain for Man to ascend, to transcend, to rise. I did not foresee this, me falling oh so deep in contemplation ever since the day he has Reborn. I need and crave my hands in the white matter of his cerebral cortex, I need to penetrate his aorta arch the way he has penetrated my mind."

"Impressive. I consider myself a soldier therefore, I have respect for another soldier I share the field with. To partner up is one of the best strategies the House ever came up with, his organization have the means we needed to take our missions to the next level. We make a good team, yes. I wouldn't have been this efficient in the past months without his enhanced abilities and I believe he wouldn't have completed some of our missions without my skills either : this is working. Another word could be Atypical - that's the nice word for out of this world-weird. But in a good way - let's not forget I grew up with another Atypical, now that I think about it...

[hymnoire]

May, the 1st, 7pm. The sun is setting on the city of Seoul. Through the window of the prestigious establishment, the penthouse of the Hilton hotel, she watches the sky slowly fade to dark. A glass of whiskey have been poured, two, while the rest of their mission have been explicitly reviewed by the two. Ever since the alliance has been established between the organizations, it became a priority to ensure information is always under control. Whistleblowers, they seem to have blossomed and their moneytrees, flourished at the opportunity of betrayal. Her eyes do not leave the view as she listens to him speak, the city lights dancing under her pensive gaze as her glass is carried to her lips. His analytic capacities are impressive, never before Gaya has found herself, well, impressed. It is satisfying to her - her, who has been working alone for oh so many years now - to finally associate with someone she estimates worthy of the task, Gaya would preach how benefic the alliance is for the House of Miséricorde. Out of four targets to take down, three have been executed thankfully to Zee's ( @certifiably-i ) enhanced and unchallenged intellect combined with Gaya's art for manipulation and espionage. Only one man is left and this one is challenging, it's been impossible to put a name nor a face on the leader of this small group of traitors. Lee Kwangsun - Is the suspect they together came to the conclusion of after weeks spent on the case. To debunk and quietly take down traitors is a risky mission : it would cause division if the word is spread. "It must be him. Scientists, they always know too much and their constant stuggle for recognition drives them to desperate measures. Selling information to secure the financing of his little foundation would make perfect sense. Its inauguration takes place tomorrow. I am planning on a conversation with him that I assure you will immediatly confirm or invalidate our suspicions." Words of certitude from the swan. "Unless you want to do the talking." In her black long dress she moves through the room, a mocking smirk on her lips, she is simply teasing him - Zee clearly is Not the choice when it comes to using his charms on the field, it amuses Gaya however, she likes to make jokes about it. "You're getting better at Smalk Talk." He is not. "Pop quizz - Ask me about the weather." And she keeps on teasing, amused, her eyes on him.

[hymnoire]

"Any addiction is harmful, and our time together has become exactly that—an addiction. Maybe we’re just lonely, fooling ourselves into thinking it’s something more."

               open starter.

to: anyone. idea: both your muse and Gaya tend to choose loneliness at the end of the day. but somehow, they ended up choosing loneliness together, which brought them closer—perhaps too close. now, the lines between them are blurred.