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Song : Talk To Me

Artist : Red Velvet

Album : Rookie - The 4th Mini Album

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twpan:

he watches with vague interest as she runs after scattered papers, sips at the cream soda he often stole from supermarkets in packs of six, smacks his lips as the overwhelming salty and sweet of mundy foods linger pleasantly on his tongue. he swats a curious fly away, still swinging his legs to the rhythm of the evening, eyes her bicycle curiously, wonders if it was as expensive as it looks.

she asks of him a favor, and his gaze flits to the precarious page, the wind having carried it onto a branch just within his reach and threatening to blow it away just as quickly. he gauges her worth, considers what she might give him in return for helping her and if it’s worth even interacting with a silly girl in the first place. the mundies continue on their back and forth paths down the sidewalk, staring at screens, ducking their heads from the cold, seemingly unaware of the unearthly exchange going on all around them.

his eyes linger on her curiously as he sets down his drink, deliberately slow, as if challenging her to complain about it, before reaches out to pluck the page from its leafy perch. but he doesn’t return it to her, not right away. instead he brings it close to his face, squinting at feminine handwriting and attempting to decipher what few words he actually knows off the top of his head.

“what is it?” he finally asks, frustrated scowl knitting his brow as the words on the page prove too difficult for his knowledge, his free hand filling his mouth with another handful of popcorn.

like most mindless but kind souls, the boy reaches to help her and it is enough gesture for chaeyeon’s lips to stretch out in a thankful smile. she is ready to stand on her tiptoes to get back her work, but she should have known this one is unlikely a kind soul -- but how would she know? they all looked so much like mundanes nowadays, it’s hard to tell -- and the raven haired finds herself frowning slightly at the boy’s manners.

was he not able to read? the boy looked not much older than her own mundane physique did, which meant he should be old enough to be one more of the firey high school kids, yet by the look on his face his lack of knowledge was, indeed, sincere. “it’s...a story,” chaeyeon explains with equal curiosity, but towards this young boy. had she seen him before? the copper in his locks remind her faintly of another’s, and it wouldn’t be an absurd thing, this being her usual route.

the embarrassment of sharing her words suddenly disappear to give place to a child-like curiosity and a lady-like cordiality, shown as chaeyeon flips through her own pages before looking up at the male again. “the one you have is the introduction about the main character’s mannerisms, giving the reader a bit to think about his life and his own thoughts. he’s a pirate, you see.” the femme explains, the smile that doesn’t quite reach her lips easily reaching her honey colored eyes. 

“it’s just chapter one, though.” the disappointment in herself is faint in her tone, and chaeyeon puckers out her lips out of habit as she glances at the male’s greasy hand so close to her hard work’s only physical copy. “could you...give it to me? please?”

`look up

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›› BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: LEFT | Right

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twjiyeon:

jiyeon whimpers a little as the man’s grip on her tightens and she tears up, it wasn’t intentional. she hated showing weakness to anyone and especially not men like this but she’s scared and she just wants to leave. “s-stop it,” and she’s about to stomp on his foot when a voice sounds out and she turns to see where it came from. 

the girl is familiar, a regular and jiyeon is almost relieved, when the book falls and the vice around her wrist gone as well. “i-”, she smiles hesitantly at the waitress, biting on her bottom lip as she watches the men leave in indignance,  leaving only a few cents as tips. 

how petty.

“thank you, i- i’m jiyeon,” and i really needed the help, she adds quietly, smiling shyly at the girl. 

the low care on treating the waitress does not go unnoticed by chaeyeon, but her golden irises hold more relief than anger when flickering up to the man’s back as he leaves the premise. she was not even the one harmed, yet it’s her lungs that burn, eager for its owner to breathe again. how egocentric, she tells mentally herself with some harshness, curling her hands into balls to ease how trembling they were, and immediately turns to the one in need.

but the girl was smiling. the raven haired’s brow furrow slightly, but she does not wish to ponder on how much practice and how used this waitress must be to behave in this a manner so soon after such a rude attack. even chaeyeon herself doubts she would be able to keep herself like jiyeon did, and it’s a curious thing, one that she should not be curious about, most likely.

“i’m aware,” she responds simply, pointing at the name tag on the other’s clothes. the heavy book is still on the table after doing its prompt and sudden job, so chaeyeon picks it up with a rather content sigh, but happiness is not complete in her eyes when she turns them to the waitress, no. there is too much worry and caution in them for that. “are you okay?” she rushes to whisper, although the manager of the place is not seen anywhere -- rather than to worry about the girl’s job, she worried about how the attack influenced her. the petite belle has been through this to know the priorities. “do you need space or water or...anything, miss jiyeon? ah, you can call me chaeyeon, if you wish to.”

nothing less

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beauty and the beast » dir. gary trousdale, kirk wise

tale as old as time / tune as old as song / bittersweet and strange / finding you can change

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it’s been a while since she’s been out like this, chaeyeon muses, looking at the stripes of her towel against the green grass. new york’s weather, usually terrible around these days, had been blessed with a few moments of sunshine and fresh air. for a minute, the femme wonders if this has anything to do with any new arrivals in town -- there was always a new one, with a new power to uncover and new pages to fill in -- but the curiosity fades momentarily once her phone buzzes.

soojung’s message can easily make a pout sprout on her pink tinted lips. on a day like this, it was much nicer to spend her day not running around errands, and just to try to enjoy it in the best way she could, on the outdoors and a book by her lap. said book was still halfway, indeed on the raven haired’s lap, but the minute her eyes started to feel hazy she decided to put it down. hopefully her fairy friend wouldn’t take long...

the breeze runs through, bringing the faint scent of melting snow and leaves, and chaeyeon can’t help herself but to inspire deeply. dainty fingers reach to tuck her growing bangs behind her ears before she could lean back and rest her back on the towel. it wouldn’t be difficult for her to just drift away into a light sleep now, but she opts for getting back to the book. fitzgerald would keep her company until her friend’s arrival.

sent 09:46 to ( miss fée ) : don’t rush and take your time. it’s our day today, mon fée, remember?

‘heart of mine, jsj.jcy

Soojung never cared much for her own appearance. She did prefer to appear intimidating, but she felt the way she held herself and the way she walked gave off that impression enough, so she hardly ever made an effort with her face or her hair. Of course, there has only ever been one person to make Soojung try anything, and that was probably the reason she had her entire closet littering her floor as she tried to put on the lipstick in front of her bathroom mirror. 

Despite herself, Chaeyeon made her heart flutter, and left Soojung speechless more times than she could count. The very thought of the woman even brought Soojung to smile, a near rare occurrence these days. She wondered if this were to be considered a date, or if Soojung was making it something it wasn’t all in her head again. Giving up on the lipstick, she slapped at her phone until the screen lit up and saw she was running a little late. she slid into a pair of black pants and threw on a green jacket before sending a text to Chaeyeon. 

text sent - sorry love, running a little later than I planned. enjoy the view until I arrive ♥ 

Soojung felt cheesy sending the heart emoji, thankful that no one she worked with would ever see that she sent those, or that she was so painfully lovesick over a someone who probably had no interest in her. But it was alright, Soojung decided, as long as Chaeyeon was happy in life, what more could she ask for? With this in mind, she grabbed her shoes and her gift for Chaeyeon and hurried out her apartment door.

@twchaeyeon

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You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

Bob Marley (via thequotejournals)

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chaeyeon likes to keep it to herself. she’s learned a long time ago, even when back in the homelands, that in most situations it is better suited for her to not to get involved -- in her own opinion, she has failed too many times in doing so back then, but now she is far older and supposedly wiser, and it is with ease the femme manages to block her surroundings whenever she is alone.

but sometimes it takes more than all the self control and aloofness chaeyeon has in her body not to notice something going on so closely from her, and the dark haired rises her eyes from the book page to face a scene that makes her skin crawl. it’s as if she could feel it: the stranger’s hand running up her pulse and up her arm until he reaches her neck and--

“miss,” she calls out the waitress, still with her eyes closed, voice trembling. no, that won’ t do, beauty, she swallows hard and stands up, unnoticeable shivers in the lower of her spine. “jiyeon,” that is what her little name tag says, and if is the girl’s real name or not, it seems to be enough to catch the attention of the troglodyte holding onto the waitress’ arm. “you’re being called at the kitchen,” the beauty continues, calm becoming her form as nothing out of the norm, but there is some apprehension in her gaze.

“and who are you? a friend?”

the malice in the man’s speech is biting, and chaeyeon shoots him an insulted glare, eyebrows crinkling for a brief second before, by a fortunate ( and completely unintentional, of course ) slip, the book she had been reading falls on top of the man’s hand, setting the waitress free and making him release a pained yelp. “oh,” it’s all chaeyeon mutters, picking her poor book up, the sincerity that lacked in her surprised sound easily found in the dark haired’s lips as it tries -- with some failure -- to hold back a smile.

nothing less

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and jiyeon knew it was going to be a bad day. she went to bed aching all over and the first thing to happen to her was stubbing her toe on the kitchen table, then she spilled tea all over her new skirt and she lost her fork-comb. 

the cafe seemed to go really well. until a plate of pancakes and a small polite smile gave some men the impression that she was their property, as all other men. 

“hey, cupcake, you’re one of the sluts, yeah?” his hand was wrapped tightly around her wrist and jiyeon flushes in embarrassment, trying to pull away from his grip. 

“i - i’m not for sale!” she says all too softly, weak against his overbearing attitude, she knows what he means, they all know what she does but, she isn’t theirs. 

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twjennie:

jennie’s eyes move from the bunches of hair she’s braiding to the voice at the door. she nods her head and grins, and returns to what she was doing, securing the braid with a rubber band and moving onto the other one. “mhm,” she says, “i saw a poster of it.

the one with that man with the big biceps and the weird hat, right?” she chuckles. “is it showing in the cinemas now? we should go and see it,” she says, all awkwardness and discomfort dispelled by their time together, by chaeyeon’s kind little glances and jennie’s sheer brazenness to be anything but entitled, by the times and the season and the sky. by all the miles away from home.

her semblance lightens up at the positive, colorful answer received -- chaeyeon hadn’t seen the main character but by the vcr cover, but it seemed like something both of them would think worthwhile. “apparently it just came out on that mundane thing...the one with the book-like case,” the dark haired makes the tape’s shape with her fingers, unable not to pucker out her lips at the realization she did not remember what the object was called.

“but apparently it’s still a big thing so they are making a special matinee downtown,” the youngest waits until jennie enters her apartment to follow her in the flat, so similar to her own, yet so different. the femme had tried her best to make her place her own despite the struggle to find proper things to decorate her two room apartment with -- but the countess’ condition was different, they were different.

“would you like to go today?” chaeyeon chippers suddenly, forgotten of the exhaustion after a long day cleaning up rooms -- and of her colleague’s warning to not go out at night during such dangerous times.

— oo7. of the night

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A  VERY  DESCRIPTIVE  &  DETAILED  PROFILE  OF  YOUR  MUSE. repost  with  the  information  of  your  muse,  including  headcanons,  etc.

NAME: jung chaeyeon / belle de beaufremont AGE:  19 SPECIES:  human / fable GENDER: cis female ORIENTATION:  unknown? PROFESSION: florist / flower delivery girl, volunteered librarian

[     PHYSICAL     ASPECTS ]

BODY TYPE: slender HAIR:  black EYES:  brown with freckles of golden SKIN: fair, rosy cheeks HEIGHT: 165cm

[     FAMILY ]

SIBLINGS: three older brothers, two elder sisters (all with currently unknown state) PARENTS: mother (lady collete, deceased), father (maurice de beaufremont, unknown state) CHILDREN:  none ANY PETS?:  yes   [ ✓ ]   ||   no �� [  ]

[     LIKES ]

COLORS: blue, brown, white SMELLS: flowers, herbs in general, earth, books, old paper, fire, chocolate, stew, dawn and day, gideon’s fur, jeongguk   FOOD / DRINKS: jasmine tea ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?:  yes  [ ]   ||   rarely   [ ✓ ]   ||   no   [   ] FAVORITES:  wine and beer (black, whisky beer or ale freshly brewed)

[     OTHER     DETAILS ]

SMOKES ?:  yes   [  ]   ||   no  [ ✓ ]   ||   occasionally   [ ] DRUGS ?:  yes   [   ]   ||   no   [ ✓ ]   ||   occasionally  [ ] DRIVER LICENSE ?:  yes   [  ]   ||   no   [  ✓  ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED ?:  yes   [   ]   ||   no   [  ]   ||   almost/detained  [ ✓  ]

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twmoonbyul:

     byul yi liked owning her own shop. she had full control of everything and if anyone knew her, they knew she loved being in control. she wasn’t given the opportunity a lot back home. anyone with any understanding of her fable could come to understand that she deserved to be a boss. she deserved to order people around. sure, she was bossy and she may hit ren with flowers sometimes or groaned when chaeyeon didn’t put something where byul yi wanted it, but in the end, she still took care of her employees. 

     her brows were scrunched together as she focused on the wedding bouquet in front of her. it was unique because it wasn’t a typical bouquet. most wedding bouquets have roses or lilies or other types of exotic and beautiful flowers, but this one had succulents. when people see succulents, they don’t really see the beauty in them, but byul yi had her way with flowers. she had some nice purples with blues and the greens really helped make it catch the eye. she also included some thistle and light blue jasione laevis flowers to really draw it all together. she really took her time.

     when chaeyeon came in, byul yi’s eyes glanced towards the clock on the wall. it really was time to close down. after it died down and she could force ren back up front, she went straight to the back to finish up the boquets she had. she managed at least six of them and this was the last for now. she took the vase she placed the flowers in and moved them to the glass door refrigerators that kept her flowers cool, “yeah, give me a minute.”

      feeling pleased with herself, she moved to grab her jacket and headed over to chaeyeon, “let’s go.”

in chaeyeon’s eyes, every thing her boss did was beautiful -- at least in the actual job department. she didn’t think byul was bad either though, but the faerie was definitely rougher on the edges and the beauty remembers getting a few cuts ( only to slash right back in a similar manner, but still ) so she threads lightly, only giving the elder a nod as she clutches the keys.

she lingers for a minute longer glancing towards the flowers, and by that the other fable has passed by her, leaving the room free for the dark haired to actually do what she was supposed to. so she picks up the pace, getting out of the small shop after a quick check and after every lock has been closed. she had serious doubts someone would want to break in the flower shop out of all the business in the street, but wasn’t it be better safe than sorry?

once the work and done and the keys are inside her pocket, chaeyeon could as well leave and order her dumplings, but her mind distances herself from the desired food and the femme finds herself standing still yet trailing after her boss. “was that for a wedding? is there some kind of meaning for the blue ones?” blaulicht, ren had told her, but its appearance on a bouquet still puzzled her.

— oo5. forsynthia

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twxyoongi:

Yoongi couldn’t place this girl’s face more than someone he has idly seen in the crowd during sermons and the occasional time he’s given Jeongyeon enough attention out of the corner of his eyes. 

But he’s still a holy man above all else, and a holy man is a guidance and welcome ear to any, so when she meets him in the center isle, searching question on the tip of her tongue, he does not shoo her away. 

Instead, Yoongi folds his hands in front of himself and gives a soft sigh of thought. 

“Oh, child…” 

In truth, he has never thought much of his home, where he comes from. It’s filled with trickery and lost opportunities and nasty princesses who don’t know better. 

But then again, for others– perhaps this girl, it’s filled with sweet memories and dare he say it– a home. “That is not a question I’m sure I can answer…” 

Reaching to rest a hand on her shoulder, he gives her a sympathetic look. “Tell me, what is your name. I have seen you around my Jeongyeon quite often. You are a familiar with my church?” 

she wants to hear the old father from her childhood in this man, so that’s what she sees, despite the countless differences between the two men -- father min was skinnier, younger, healthier; he had energy, while father hollance had experience, an ancient charisma and a never dying gluttony. but yoongi also doesn’t seem to lack on amiability from what she can see on the details of his face as it contorts lightly in thought.

that until she feels the warmth of his palm on her shoulder. she wants to smell the cinnamon and seafood, father hollance’s favorite foods and the ones that smelled so much like comfort, but there’s no delicacy or pleasant memory that would stop her stomach from turning. chaeyeon doesn’t remember eating, but all she wants is to throw up and run, and breathe again and escape, but he is holding her in place and--

“no,” she tells herself firmly, twisting the fabric of her shirt’s hem and blinking at the floor. the nausea is there, her lungs burn, but she’s safe. she’s safe. he is a man of god, he holds no harm. “jeongyeon and i are friends,” she doesn’t notice the possessive pronoun mentioned by him, nor its implications or meanings when she’s struggling with her own ghosts. “i’ve been coming here for...decades.”

“just...never spoke until now,” she purses her lips, feeling her nails through the soft textile. “chaeyeon, i’m chaeyeon. my father knows me by a different name, though. he...never got to know any of this. he’d have despised it,” a dry laugh escapes her pink tinted lips, recalling how her old papa was prone to naps on his latest days -- the loud noises of new york city might have equaled hell torture to the man.

— oo6. oblivion

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she was never a writer. no, beauty was a reader -- books and people the same, how one would take over her interest a little more depending on the day. but she remembers it clearly how one of her older brothers would dabble in poetic endeavors, describing the ordinary with hints of fantasy and touches of (ironically) fairy tales. a lot of headache he had caused to others, but none to himself, clearly. jean baptiste enjoyed seeing the confusion in the ignorant’s eyes as much as he enjoyed the look on his youngest sister’s face whenever she was given a fresh story who would never come to see the light of day due to financial matters and primary duties.

perhaps, she wonders the talent with words could be a family heritage. with the number of books read over her centuries, it should be more than enough for inspiration to strike. that important muse, however, decided to come out to play only a few times per decade so it is with excitement she bursts it all on paper--not much, not nearly enough for a novel, but it was enough for her, and there’s a spring on her step -- metaphorically, since she had her feet on her pedals -- when she makes her way back to the woodland apartments.

the icy wind gets in between what could be a delightful stroll, and the ribbon holding the small book together comes undone, releasing a few pages filled with hard work and flourishes. “oh, no,” she mumbles, climbing off the bike and carefully putting it aside before she could start picking on the missing papers. one, two, three, four, she counts, furrowing her eyebrows when one still remains with its whereabouts unknown.

“hey! you dropped something.”

the male voice is nothing but almost guttural noises, but chaeyeon looks up nevertheless, to face a boy with copper locks and childish eyes -- with the page three of her chapter one moderately close to fire escape and his lanky body.

“could you give it to me?” she questions, making her voice loud enough he’d be able to hear her, amber flicking through her eyes as she points them to the precariously stable paper.

`look up

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There was a steady rhythmic dripping from a nearby drainpipe, the remnants of the rain that had only stopped falling a few hours ago. The road was slick, the sidewalk dark under puddles and muddy tracks of passerby.

Peter sniffed, his legs poking underneath the railing of the fire escape he was perched on, swinging in a rhythm almost complementary to the dripping drainpipe. He leaned back on his hands, freeing one up from his weight to dig through the box he was supposed to be delivering and plucking another freshly frosted cupcake from it.

The road just below him was busy, fables and mundies alike passing by, indistinguishable from each other, and never looking up. He noticed that about the mundy world. People rarely looked up. He could spend hours on this random fire escape and not a soul would notice, not the taxi drivers crawling through traffic, not the patrons of the apartment building next door, not the lady across the street sitting under a decrepit awning and begging passerby for spare change.

He brought the cupcake to his lips, taking a generous bite of buttercream and red velvet, wiping stray crumbs from his face with an unceremonious pass of the back of his hand. Someone would undoubtedly miss the pastries, whoever he was supposed to deliver them to. But he’d gotten hungry, and the journey across town didn’t seem worth the inevitably stingy tip. 

She passed underneath him moments later, her face vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. Something fluttered from her form, a note or a receipt or money. From here, it was difficult to tell, but he called out to her anyway, lazily and through a mouthful of the buttered popcorn he’d nicked from an unsuspecting street vendor a few blocks away.

“Hey! You dropped something.”

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— oo7. of the night

december 15, 1984; w. jennie

la petite belle had never the proper time to explore valle rosarum but well, truth to be told, how would she? the kingdom was made almost entirely out of tiny villages with little to no communication between them, and, as a girl, it was only proper of her to stay in her family’s grounds – and god, she did have plenty to do to even bother going out but on the short periods tristan or jean baptiste would escort her to find some more books to fill in her leisure time or to get necessities at the town.

by the time she returned from her imprisonment, maybe she should have been able to go out more freely. her jailer certainly had spoiled her so, and her reputation had been ruined anyway – but to every little thing, from going out to eat a little more, all her mind would tell her was “why bother?”

( why bother indeed, the beauty would mutter, closing her eyes for another unnecessary nap. )

why bother? you’re missing out on precious time, wasting moments that could be better spend somewhere else and with someone else, chaeyeon replies, centuries after and in a place too much different than her little cottage. and she knew just who that someone was too.

she ignores her aching joints and goes up the stairs, overlooking the familiar sounds behind closed doors as she moves to her own precarious place. the raven-haired only takes a look to see if her door had not been busted open ( again ) before turning on her heels and knocking on the next door. “jennie?” she calls the woman whom she had so little in common with in the past – yet, now unite with a sigh of relief.

“have you ever heard about indiana jones?” it’s the thing that comes out of her lips upon the other fable’s appearance, the french’s orbs resembling fresh honey with a foreign excitement. “a kid was talking about it at the hotel, and i think it’s pretty big somehow?”

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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thequotejournals)

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