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Of Nightmares and Memories | Twelve | Azriel x Rhys' Little Sister! Reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

You laughed as you walked through the forest with your mother and Michaa, your maid. Though, you almost could have believed she was your father’s bastard daughter. In another life, maybe she could have been your sister. You were on your way to meet Rhys, before continuing on to the War Camps to the north. 

You hated The Illyrians and their prejudice, but you loved your brother, Cassian, and Azirel. Although you weren’t sure if you’d see Az or Cass on this trip. It’d been too long since you’d laid eyes on them though, and you were aching to feel their arms around you. 

“How much further?” You groan, dropping your wings slightly, “Can’t we just fly?” 

“You know the winds are too strong today, my love,” your mother informs you softly, “I think we’d all father fly anyway, you know how much Michaa loves it.” 

The young woman only grinned and turned her eyes towards the sky. She was Illyrian too. Wings unclipped thanks to having been born in Valaris. Why she wasn’t in Illyria you weren’t sure, but you were glad to have her. Your life wouldn’t be nearly as fun without her by your side for all of the trouble you caused. 

You close your eyes for a moment and reach your power out, focusing on the soft shadows that lurked by the trees. You weren’t as good at commanding them as Azriel, but you had a small kernel of that power dwelling inside you. Something your father knew nothing about. 

I’m coming, you willed them to say. Before searching for their master. You felt his mental shields, just as strong and powerful as he. You stroked down those shields, gently, sensually. Begging for entrance to his mind. 

I’m in a meeting, his voice fills your mind. 

I plan on sneaking into your tent this weekend.

And you swear you can hear him groan. Not in frustration, but in wanting. You can feel it rippling through his mind. You smile down at your feet, heat rising in your cheeks. You knew the effect you had on him, just as he knew the effect he had on you. You were playing a dangerous game. 

Your father would likely kill Az if he ever found out. Which is why you had to get good at sneaking in the shadows, using them to conceal you from prying eyes. You were a quick study though, and was beginning to master the skill. Az was always proud of you when you manages it. 

Don’t get me in trouble today, he warns, although not sounding very convincing, I doubt the Lords would like it very much if I start smelling like I want you as badly as I do. 

You pause, nearly tripping over a fallen log. Your mother gives you a knowing smile, seeming to understand who you’re talking to. She only knew because she once caught Az sneaking out of your rooms just before dawn. Her and Rhys had been out flying all night and were just returning. She only smiled and turned around, wishing you both a goodnight as she went. 

I doubt my brother would like it very much. 

Minx. 

But you can hear the laugh in his voice. It fills your head and your chest, filling the void that always seems to be there when Azirel is not near. You rub your chest subconsciously, feeling that void a little more today knowing you’ll be seeing him in just a few short hours. 

“Rhys will winnow us to the camps, won’t he?” You ask your mother. 

“Yes dear, he’ll winnow you and Michaa first and then come back for me,” She tells you once more. 

I want everything with you, Az. 

I want it all too. 

You smile to yourself, knowing he meant it. If only your father wasn’t the male that he was, maybe you’d be allowed to follow your heart. Free to love whoever you wished. Not be sold for breeding when the time came. But you were still young, only eighteen. Marriage was still a good while away, thanks to your mother convincing him you still had growing up to do. She was right in some ways. 

“Pay attention to where you’re walking, Y/N,” your mother warned you, “Your Shadowsinger will still be there once we reach our meeting point.” 

You blush ferociously, heat flooding your cheeks so much that it radiated from them. Michaa smiled and let out a little laugh. She knew too, of course. You two sat up late most nights, when you weren’t out flying together, and talked about the Shadowsinger and just how wonderful he truly is. 

He’d seen such darkness already in his life, but yet his smile was still so beautiful it took your breath away. Sometimes that smile was reserved only for you. Sometimes you felt as if you were the only fae alive that got to see it, and you were okay with that. With the thought that he only smiled for you, and sometimes Cassian and Rhys. They were his bastard brothers after all. You were different though, you’d never seen him as a brother. From the moment you met him, as young as you were, you knew he was destined to be something else to you. You could already feel that strange tug in your chest, pulling you towards him. 

I’ll see you soon, you promise him, sending images of the two of you curled up together into his mind. 

You can practically feel him smiling against your skin, can practically feel him against you. You bite your lip, trying to regain control. But he seems to caress you in his mind, making you go weak in the knees. 

You pull away from his mind, noting how he seems to leave a small spot open just for you to return whenever you feel like it. You smile to yourself as you continue to walk. You wished you were strong enough to winnow more than one person, so you could just winnow to the camps and be done with this walking. 

But you weren’t far from the halfway point where you were supposed to meet Rhys. You would probably have to wait on him, seeing as he was apparently in the middle of training a new unit, but he would come for you one way or another. And he would take you to Azriel, whether he wanted to do so or not. 

But the shadows swirled around you as you reached a clearing. Your mother and Michaa falling silent. The whole world fell silent it seemed like. The shadows swirled, reaching your ears as you sniffed the air around you. 

Run, they said, run far and run fast. 

“Mother?” You question, smelling several distinctly male scents lingering in the air. 

She didn’t get the chance to reply before an arrow shot through her wings, causing her to scream out. You screamed too, seeing a flash of blonde hair in your vision, before arms came around you. Your wings vanished, too afraid of what might happen to them. But your mother, Cauldron, your mother’s wings. 

They grabbed Michaa next, holding a blade to her throat. You felt the cold steel kiss your own neck as lips caressed your ear. 

“Don’t scream,” He said into your ear, “Or I’ll slit your throat.” 

You swallow thickly. Fear gripping every part of you. You forgot the training Cassian and Rhys and Azirel drilled into you. Forgot that you weren’t a helpless little girl, that you had powers too. But all you could think of was the fear that gripped you and the smell of blood, your mother’s blood. And the realization that you were going to die, one way or another. 

You wake with a start, jolting up in your bed before hurtling yourself into the washroom nearby. You empty your stomach over and over again, before the sound of your bedroom door makes you stop. Cassian is by your side in an instant, rubbing your back. 

“I have them too,” He confirms, “Every night.” 

“I’m sorry I woke you,” You say softly, feeling the nausea fade. 

“I was already awake,” He sighs, sitting down on the floor across from you, leaning against the bath, “I heard you scream.” 

“It was that day,” You confide in him, “In the woods.” 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” He tells you slowly, “I don’t want you to have to relive it.” 

“I relive it every day. Everytime I close my eyes, it’s there.” 

His eyes soften at you. He reaches a hand out for you to take. He’d been too far away that day to get anywhere near you. He couldn’t have made it even if Rhys called for him. He didn’t know it happened until it was too late. He made it to the clearing not long after Azirel and Rhys, having flown as quickly as he possibly could. 

“It was Lucien,” You spoke after a long while, “I slept with Lucien.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” He replies softly, “You did what you had to do to survive.” 

“I did it to survive,” You agree, in your own way trying to convince yourself, “It kept Tamlin from darkening my door.” 

He sighs deeply, knowing you’d been through more than any of them. You watch as he gets to his feet, wings tucked in tight, and holds a hand out for you, “C’mon, let’s get you back in bed.”

You take his hand and allow him to pull you up before slowly walking you to your large bed. Big enough to accommodate wings, you realized. Big enough for more than one winged person. You had a lump in your throat, because once upon a time that was all you could’ve asked for. 

You climbed into your bed, allowing Cassian to pull the covers up over you before he walked to the other side and crawled in. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Not leaving you alone,” He said gruffly, curling his arms around your stomach and pulling you to him, “We all know you slept better when Az was in your bed, but seeing as he’s at The House of Wind, being an ass, I’ll just have to do.” 

You swallow and nod. Trying to fight the blush on your cheeks at his admission. You knew, of course, that he knew about you and Az. He hadn’t made his knowing very secret over the years. But was always smart enough to lose his tongue whenever your father was around. 

Now he didn’t have to worry about that. Your father was dead. You didn’t mourn him the way you mourned your mother. You didn’t feel the need to mourn him in that way. He wasn’t a loving man. He was the opposite of your mother. 

“Why won’t you fly?” Cass asked softly. 

“It hurts too much to try and summon my wings now,” You tell him honestly. It seemed that tonight would be the night to let all of your secrets go. 

“Hurts too-” 

You cut him off by rolling over onto your front, your nightgown cut low enough in the back to reveal two long scars stretching down your back. You know the moment Cass saw them, because he went rigid and sucked in a deep breath. He reached out, fingers carefully brushing the top of the scars. 

“Hurts in more than one way,” You confirm, “Emotionally, and physically. The scars are thick, right where the wings should be.”

“You didn’t heal?”

“Faebane.” 

He rolls you back over so you’re on your back now. You refuse to look up at him, refuse to meet his eyes. You can feel him staring at you though, you can almost feel his emotions rolling off of him in waves. 

You shake your head and roll back over on your side, “I’m tired.”

You feel him nod behind you before wrapping you back up in his arms. You melt into his arms, missing the feeling of being held by someone. Maybe that’s why you turned to Lucien all of those years ago. He was there and he was in pain too, and needed someone to help him move on. He was sweet and gentle and not at all like his ruthless brothers, or Tamlin. 

It just seemed to work between the two of you. There was no love between you, no true feelings. It was physical, and that was it. He would occasionally try to go to bat for you against Tamlin, but much like how he was with Feyre, he would never really push his friend for fear of what would happen. 

You fall asleep quickly, and do not dream again. 

 You wake in the morning to the sound of a door opening and a low growl. Fear rips through you and you refuse to move. Even as arms retract from around you, even as the male next to you sits up in the bed. 

“You don’t get the option of being mad,” you almost let out a sigh of relief at Cassian’s voice. 

You were in the Night Court, you were safe. 

“You’re in her bed,” Azriel growls. 

“All because you weren’t here,” Cassian shrugs, or you assume he does, “She needed you, and you were sulking because she did what she had to in order to survive.” 

“You know nothing about what she did,” Az growls again. 

“They carved her back,” You feel Cassian shudder in the bed, “Two long lines, right where her wings should be, like they carved her up trying to get to them.” 

You wanted to tell them that he was right. That’s exactly what they did. They carved you up like a piece of meat trying to find your beloved wings. The thought made you want to vomit again. But you refused, you refused to let them see you like that again. 

“Get out of her bed.”

“Brother, you know I’m only here to help her,” Cassian said softly, “She needed someone. Preferably you, but I made do.” 

The bed dipped as Cassian got up, leaning over long enough to brush a kiss on your forehead. It’s a simple gesture, but he’d been doing it since you were a small child, maybe even before then. 

“It was Lucien Vanserra,” Cassian said softly at the door, “Which I thank the Mother for. Because at least he still had a heart, before Amerantha came. For all he’s worth, he was a good male, once upon a time.” 

Azirel growls again and shuts the door in Cassian’s face. Az’s shadows make their way towards you, curling around your body as Az slowly moves closer. You know they’ll tell him that you’re awake, but maybe he’ll ignore them and let you continue this farce. 

“I’m sorry,” He said pulling a chair up to the edge of your bed, “I should have handled things better yesterday.”

You finally peel your eyes open to see him leaning over, hands folded on your bed. You want to reach for those hands, those beautifully scarred hands. You wanted to kiss them again, like you used to do all those years ago. But it didn’t feel right anymore. 

“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” You admit, “It was wrong of me. I aimed to hurt you, and that’s something I promised I’d never do.” 

His head shook slowly, “I hurt you too. I promised I wouldn’t let you go. And instead I turned my back on you the second you said something I didn’t like.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and reach over to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes. You missed his eyes, so telling to you and cold to everyone else. The Shadowsinger of the Night Court, violent, cold, and deadly, yet so soft and warm to you. 

“I love you, Azriel,” You admit softly, feeling his shadows gather on your back. 

You knew what they were doing, even if he didn’t, but you didn’t try to stop them. He would want to see them eventually. But not this morning. Not when you already felt so laid bare in front of him. 

“I know you do,” He leans forward to kiss you, “I love you too. C’mon, Rhys said he should be back today. And Mor is waiting downstairs to eat breakfast with us.” 

So you find yourself sipping on coffee and eating a rich pastry with Mor when Rhys, and a very soaking wet Feyre and Amren slam into the floor of the living room. You all shoot to your feet. Moving towards the three quickly. 

“What the hell happened?” You questioned. 

“I’d like to know the same thing,” Rhys stated. 

“Did you get it?” Is all Mor can think to say. 

“Get what?” Your head rips to her and then back to Rhys. 

“Nothing.”

“No!” You yell, “Not nothing! Obviously not nothing. What happened in Summer?” 

And then you hear it, you hear the book.

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KIM TAE RI ♡ ↪ It Michaa : Spring (2022)

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KIM TAERI 김태리 —IT MICHAA | Winter (2022)

[hyekyoverse]

Adorable Song Hye Kyo for Michaa pre-spring collection 🖤

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[2023.02.27] Sooyoung for the new 2023 Spring new collection campaign from E.B.M / 이비엠 (Edtion By MICHAA) 

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KIM JISOO

Kim Ji-soo, más conocida como Jisoo, es una cantante, actriz, modelo, bailarina y presentadora surcoreana, miembro del grupo Blackpink. Se unió a YG Entertainment en 2011 y se convirtió en aprendiz durante cinco años antes de debutar con Blackpink en agosto de 2016.

Jisoo nació en Seúl, Corea del Sur, vivía con sus padres, abuelos, hermano mayor y hermana mayor. Desde pequeña Jisoo siempre quiso ser una Idol de k-pop, sin embargo sus padres hacían comentarios sobre lo fea que era, llegando al punto de llamarla "mono" haciéndola dudar si debería ser o no idol de k-pop pero ella no se rindió y no dejo que esos comentarios negativos la afectarán. Durante su niñez jugaba baloncesto y asistía a clases de Taekwondo, y se quedó como con cinturón blanco porque no quería cambiar de rango dejó de asistir; también se unió al club de teatro en su Escuela y fue parte de la banda de percusión tradicional. Estaba interesada en el kpop por su gusto al grupo masculino de su SM Entertainment, TVXQ.

En 2011 audicionó para YG Entertainment a la edad de 11 años, con la canción ‘I Have A Lover’ de Lee Eun Mi, destacando por su vos tipo mezzosoprano y logró convertirse en aprendiz de la compañía en Julio 2011. En 2012 la compañía tenía planeado debutarla en un nuevo grupo, llamado Pink Punk, pero ya no se escucharon más noticias y el debut no se realizo.

Durante su época pre-debut apareció en los MVs ‘Spoiler’ y ‘Happen Ending’ de Epik High y ‘I’m Different’ de Hi Suhyun. Fue modelo de marcas de Samsonite y Nikon y promocionó el videojuego de la compañía Fincon, llamado Angel Stone, también apareció en el drama ‘The Producers’ en los capítulo 4, 5 y 12.

En 2016 YG Entertainment revela los primeros avances de su nuevo grupo a debutar, Jisoo fue presentada como la tercera integrante de BLACKPINK el 15 de Junio de 2016.

El 08 de Agosto de 2016, Jisoo debuta junto a Jennie, Rosé, Lisa en BLACKPINK con su primer álbum sencillo, titulado ‘‘SQUARE ONE’’. El álbum cuenta con las canciones: “BOOMBAYAH” y “Whistle”.

Jisoo junto a Rosé han sido el rostro de ‘New Balm Cushion’ para la marca de cosméticos ‘Moonshot’, modelos para la marca de cosméticos ‘Kiss Me’ y para la campaña ‘HeroineMake Long & Curl’. Jisso también ha modelado y/o sido la portada de revistas como ‘InStyle’, ‘Allure’, ‘CéCi’, ‘Harper’s Bazaar Korea’, ‘Elle Korea’, ‘Vogue Korea’, ‘Dazed Korea’, ‘Marie Claire’, entre otras.

En 2016 Jisso fue MC especial del programa musical coreano Inkigayo, y MC especial del programa M! Countdown junto a Jennie. Desde Febrero de 2017 hasta Febrero de 2018 Jisoo fue MC de Inkigayo, , junto a Jinyoung de GOT7 y Doyoung de NCT. En 2019 participó en la serie ‘Arthdal Chronicles’. En 2021 protagonizó la serie ‘Snowdrop’ como Eun Young Ro.

En 2019 Jisoo se convirtió en Embajadora local de Dior para la marca de cosméticos Dior’s Beauty; y en marzo de 2021 fue anunciada como Embajadora global de Dior en las áreas de ‘Fashion and Beauty’. En 2021 Jisoo fue la modelo principal para la colección de primavera de 2021 de la marca de ropa ‘MICHAA’, se convirtió en el rostro oficial de la marca de telefónos ‘CELEBe’.

La cantante compartió emocionada la noticia con sus seguidores, junto a una foto en la que se luce con un sweater de punto estampado y una bandolera negra.

El debut de Jisoo como actriz principal ha llegado con el estreno de Snowdrop el 18 de diciembre. Cinco años después de ingresar al rubro del entretenimiento como idol del grupo K-pop BLACKPINK, y tras unos cuantos cameos en K-dramas, la famosa coreana brilla finalmente en un rol estelar, logrando así completar su último y más grande sueño.

Aguilar García Irving Emanuel 3-A.

[wgonwoo]

SOD with ThirteenDouxes

1. Alpha, leader, bucin, waluyo, ayah.🥺 (soundthecoups)

2. Mood booster, funny, keibuan, bucin. (Jreonghani)

3. Abang, keren, upchar, leading, calm. (jouhshua)

4. Funny, jokowi, mandi malem, bubbly. (junhzi)

5. Kemana?, horanghae, bondol, lucu, nice. (soonyouag)

6. Bucin, ganteng, lucu, rajin, keren. (Wonwoop)

7. Ngegantung, lucu, gemoy, woahae, jailangkung. (uwoozii)

8. Edit, bucin, loud, funny, aktif. (xuzminghao)

9. OKB, gapura, hts, funny, upchar. (miengyuv)

10. Rt upchar, funny, nice, calm. (Doikyeum)

11. Cute, eeung!, upchar, jeruk, boo! (eeungkwan)

12. Tiramisu boy, bucin, effortlessly lucu. chewhnsl)

13. Funny, adekk, upchar, calm, ketawa. (qleechan)

14. Seventeen - Monster, Seventeen - GOM, Seventeen - Lean on me, Nadhif - Penjaga hati, Prita arjit singh - Channa Mereya

15. Books, because she know i like reading many books.

16.

17. Drink!

18. Skip aja, karena bagaimanapun kita menjelaskannya kalau mereka sudah punya kesimpulan sendiri ya percuma.

19. Bittersweet, I can’t run away, Light a flame.

20. Scoups : Ayah Waluyo

Jeonghan : Bang Bibi

Joshua : Bang Josh

Jun : Jun jokowi

Hoshi : Hoshi

Woozi : Uji

The8 : Hao

Mingyu : Gyu

Dokyeom : Doky

Seungkwan : Eeung

Vernon : Megi

Dino : Didin

21. Dont blame yourself, you did your best!

22.

23. The Higgs boson is a fundamental particle physics, associated with the Higgs field. The Higgs field is thought to give mass to other elementary particle through interaction Its discovery in 2012 at CERN’s Large Hadron Collider was a significant breakthrough in understanding the Standard Model of particle physics.

24. Joshua won four matches, but no pizzas were purchased, so those were canceled. Jeonghan won three pizzas, meaning he had three more wins than Joshua. Therefore, they must have played seven rounds of golf in total.

25. You're working with a clock! Adding 5 hours to 9 o'clock gives you 2 o'clock.

26. It’s six! If you take half of six, you get three, which is a third of six.

27. Attached on tweets

28. I love you michaa, thank you for existing in my life.

29.

30. Enjoying the pain, slowly.

[alexisgeorge24]

16 septembre:

La pluie est de retour et on en profite pour faire la route direction les îles Vesterålen, juste au nord des Lofoten. On visite le village Nyksund qui a été abandonné dans les années 1970 puis réhabilité récemment pour le tourisme. Très bien vendu par le routard mais on reste déçu car pas beaucoup de charme. On fait néanmoins un très bon restaurant et on s'occupe en jouant aux cartes. En fin de journée on va à Sto et on y campe. Micha me donnera une petite frayeur en mettant 45min pour aller chercher de l'eau dans un ruisseau pas loin. Ne le voyant toujours pas arriver la nuit tombant, je fais un tour en voiture gueulant de plus en plus fort son nom sans réponse à part l'écho de mes hurlements. J'hésite entre partir à la frontale en empruntant un sentier qu'il aurait potentiellement pris ou appeler la police. Au moment où j'opte pour la 2e option et lance et dernier appel "MICHAA!", j'entends un "oui ?" et l'aperçoit. L'eau du ruisseau ne lui plaisait pas et il s'était éloigné pour en trouver... bref. Je suis soulagé car je me voyais déjà raconter à ses parents ses derniers (heureux) moments.

La nuit le ciel se dégage et c'est "Aurore time".

17 septembre:

Randonnée en boucle qui passe par Sørkulen. C'est beau mais on a été tellement sublimés par les Lofoten qu'on n'est plus transcendés par autre chose. On entame ensuite le chemin du retour... Malheureusement en cette période hors saison on n'aurait pas réussi à visiter une ferme de saumons, le canon de Hitler ou la mine de Kiruna qui se trouvaient sur la route. On s'occupe donc autrement en se baladant sur la côte atlantique. Et comme en Normandie, la côte est bien gardée par des bunkers nazi et même un canon. On dormira pas loin.

Bilan: 13km, 800m d+

18 septembre :

Ville étape avant d'atteindre Kiruna en Suède: Narvik. A Kiruna on y extrait le fer pour l'acheminer à Narvik afin d'y être exporté. C'est ce qui lui a voulu d'être la cible de Hitler très tôt pendant la guerre. Pas de fer, pas d'armes. Pas d'armes, pas  de bataille gagnée. Pas de bataille gagné, pas de palais. On visitera donc un musée racontant la guerre qui s'y est déroulée.

Et enfin direction Kiruna où on dort pas loin de l'aéroport. On fera chambre à part avec Micha. Lui dormira dans la tente et moi dans la voiture; la météo ne m'inspirant pas confiance. A 20h00 la tente est déjà littéralement gelée.

19 septembre:

-2°c au thermomètre.

Vol vers Stockholm où on se sépare avec Micha. Lui enchaînera vers Toulouse et moi en train de nuit vers Hambourg.

20 septembre :

J'arrive à 5h30 à la gare. Il fait nuit et je vais au Macdo pour attendre le jour avec un café. Puis visite à pied de cette "Venise" du nord reconstruite après la guerre. La brique, les canaux et les églises dominent pendant cette promenade. Je visite également le musée de la miniature où je suis scotché devant la taille et la minutie des maquettes de paysages parcourus par des trains: Alpes, Italie, USA, patagonie, Scandinavie, Hambourg, etc, le musée est énorme.

Le soir je me promene au quartier Sankt Pauli où je loge, et je découvre une ambiance très proche de celle de Berlin. Je m'y plaît et j'ai enfin des bonnes bières à 2€. Ville portuaire oblige, le quartier est aussi un quartier "rouge". Une rue est même interdite aux mineurs et femmes. J'ai aussi le malheur de m'égarer (je jure c'est vrai) dans une rue où je me fais sans cesse interpeler.

21 septembre :

Promenade sur les quais de Hafen où l'on aperçoit l'identité hybride de Hambourg: entre grues, édifices architecturaux modernes (tel que l'Elbphilarmonie) qui rappellent la brique, les clochers qui dépassent; des grands bateaux à la retraite; la ville s'est merveilleusement (re)construite en assumant son côté industrielle (3e port d'Europe) et attire beaucoup de touristes (plus que Le Havre).

22 septembre.

Location de vélo et j'emprunte un itinéraire proposé par la ville qui m'envoie d'un point repère à un autre sur les îles de l'Elbe. Là aussi je suis surpris de voir comment la ville a pu être construite pour passer d'une zone portuaire gigantesque, à un parc, puis à un quartier résidentiel très charmant (toujours cette brique), puis à des champs, en quelques km.

Je rends le vélo et je vais prendre mon bus pour Paris. L'aventure européenne de mon congé s'arrête donc ici. Rdv dans 2 semaines au Pérou ! Hasta pronto !

Bilan Norvège: 340km, 20 000 m d+

Bilan Europe: 1 100km, 60 000m d+

[vanimeiy]

[gyuyoungarchives]

x IT MICHAA, 2020

Outerwear 🧥

[blessedwifey]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Michaa Satin Cocktail Dress.

[dramaintherain]

KIM TAE RI ♡ ↪ It Michaa : Fall x Winter (2023)

[moonlightsdream]

KIM TAERI 김태리 —IT MICHAA (2022)

[hyekyoverse]

Song Hye Kyo x Michaa 2024