#mok / seobin : interactions .

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @etxrnaleclipse​ ❫ .

Liquid the colour of velvet red was poured in front of her, lips already stained with the taste of the wine, as a sudden figure meandered close in the reflected glass. Her head went askew to greet the other woman, a limited flicker of familiarity stimulating Seobin as she took a sip of her drink. The action itself was meant to allay any doubts she usually felt around Isabella if only for the matter that she did not know much about the woman except for her apparent zeal for life, something Seobin had not seen amongst all the wearisome teachers for some time. Such a fact disquieted her so ─ to the point that in equanimity, she was fascinated with why the elementary teacher felt such a way, could it be her young age and a naive look on the world or her speciality in children and other temperate demeanour? And disgusted by the woman's denseness to the situation, Seobin having been in the business far too long to know nothing gold can stay.

For instance, the teacher appreciation night they were currently attending, was really a chance for the district to wine and dine the faculty and the donors, despite them always saying there is little money in the budget. But the spring semester would soon come to a grinding halt, and they would be free for the summer recess; this time always made Seobin go a bit foggy, a mix of adrenaline and impatience to finish her courses and jet off. "Ms. Perez," she began, her sight matching a pool of brown and green, "enjoying your night? Must be nice to talk to some adults for a change."

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @waveofstars​ ❫ .

January 23rd happened to fall on a Monday that year and a day after the Lunar New Year, and although Seobin had been very busy up until that time, only seeing Marley earlier that month at a New Year's Eve party she accompanied her to; she was steadfast to whisk her away for the night ─ that was if the birthday girl did not have any other plans. Calling her a week prior when she was in California on business, and mostly to hear her voice, she inquired if she was free and if she could plan something, "nothing huge, I promise," were her resounding words, wanting it to be a surprise. When the day finally arrived, she had left a brief birthday message for Marley, knowing she had a busy day ahead of her and would pick her up at 7:30. She also made her a batch of seaweed soup, a customary dish to eat on one's birthday in South Korea and she thought the other might like it on the chilly wintry day. The thermos was situated on top of a honey cake in the front seat as she drove to Marley's loft on the other side of Seattle.

As she pushed the buzzer, Seobin inspected her appearance in the glass of the doors for the final time, clad in a dress the colour of the flowers she was holding. The bushel of lavender encased in eco-friendly paper and a bow of blue silk, hid her face as she knocked on the door, an anxious quality briefly befalling her. But she was greeted by an elegant picture, and her breath hitched as she stammered to speak, dark hues peeking from between the floral bouquet, "happy birthday, 생일 축하해요 / saeng-il chughahaeyo... là breith sona dhuit, oh gosh, I hope I'm saying that sort of right, feel free to correct me in any way." She was swayed by this figure, her heart no longer timid in its trail. "You look wholly lovely... you sure Jinny won't mind if I steal you away for the night?"