vel-misol

[vel-misol]

"do we have to go there?"

“maybe?” her legs were as and unstable as her voice. now that she was seeing the town in all its eerie entirety, misol was beginning to regret not listening to her uncle. but she'd come too far now to retreat back into the safety of the farm house— even going so far as dragging the town smith into her selfish shenanigans.

how could she even begin to describe her desire to push onward into the downtown area when she couldn't even see what lie ahead of them? her vision was completely black. even inches away from her face, misol wouldn't have been able to describe the back of her own hand without the luminescent glow of her lantern.

still, there was a voice that called out to her and beckoned her forward. the familiarity of its sound brought waves of comfort, but also sent chills down her spine. yet, she was drawn to it and felt almost desperate to find its source.

misol knew it was selfish to take advantage of the kindness sylvie had extended towards her, but she would never discover what was hiding in the shadows without jumping at the opportunity within her grasp. "please?" though she'd often feigned her whines to achieve her goals, in that moment, her plea was sincere. while she failed to deliver any legitimate explanation as to why the other should come to her aid, misol could only hope that her despair would be reason enough.

[vel-misol]

what is something new you would like to try/are scared to try?

event 001 : the vanishing — accepting ! ˎˊ˗

she ponders for a moment, curious of the answer herself. there are so many ideas that come to mind; cliff diving, fishing, sewing, exploring new foods. but even as she lists out each idea in her mind, misol is unsure if she truly desires to attempt these things or if she's simply swayed by the allure of something new and exciting.

"i fear that i'm too afraid of so many things to give a more exciting answer." truthfully, she learns every day spent in velgrove just how long she had been relying on hansol to dictate so much of their daily lives. now that she was put in the position to think for herself, the possibilities of her answers seemed endless. even after answering the simplest of questions, misol found herself unsure of herself.

"there are many horses on the farm— i think i would like to try riding them one day! wouldn't i look grand strolling into town on the back of one someday? all i'd need is a good instructor." no way was she asking uncle sumyeong.

[vel-misol]

THE LIFE LIST (2025) dir. Adam Brooks

[vel-misol]

if you had to pick between the two, would you choose the moon or the sun?

event 001 : the vanishing — accepting ! ˎˊ˗

there is hesitance in her answer.

logically, the sun hold importance to all. it provides light, warmth, and allows plants in the soil to grow. in return, those plants produce food for families and animals. all are exposed to it's bright radiance; what one can see, they may also protect themselves from.

but misol finds comfort in the night sky. she appreciates a space in which she may retreat to. however, the gentle luminescence of the moon reminds her that she's not alone. it makes itself known, while not forcing anyone to bask into it.

she thinks fondly of the moon, but is saddened by the reflection stuck in the lake's surface.

"i don't think one could truly exist without the other. to choose between the two makes me feel guilty."

misol pauses. her mind wanders aimlessly, her body naturally chewing at her lower lip without much thought. "maybe that kind of thinking is what got the town stuck in this mess in the first place..." she doesn't mean much by what she says, simply mumbling the words in frustration.

was their arrival in velgrove a bad omen?

[vel-misol]

event: the vanishing who do you wish you could see right now?

event 001 : the vanishing — accepting ! ˎˊ˗

her answer feels too obvious, but the thought is immediate. it's almost embarrassing, really, how quick misol is to cry for her mother in times like these. but she always had all the answers to everything— even questions misol hadn't even realized she had. and while several months had passed since her disappearance, the weight of her absence was still unbearably heavy.

"i wish to see my mom."

in her response was also a silent plea to anyone who would listen. it was a wish to the stars, who— like her mother— had always been around to comfort misol before disappearing without warning. perhaps the very person she desired would hear her cry and come running to hold her.

but misol was only left with the silence that engulfed the town.

[vel-misol]

what would hansol do?

her brows furrowed in frustration. misol was never usually the one to make any executive decisions— especially not in the occurrence of a town wide black out ( sun out? moon out? ??? ). but it was time for her to take charge!

"it's starting to get cold...and we all need to stay warm, right?" she shares her thoughts aloud ( primarily to get a grasp on the situation herself ). "so we need wood to keep a fire going! we just need to visit the west-ward mill!" though her words were filled with excitement upon first uttering them, it quickly dawned on the girl where the journey would lead them.

thistle forest.

just the thought sent chills down her spine. even with the moonlight to guide them down the path prior to all that was happening now, thistle forest was a nightmare. but with the sun and moon no longer watching them from above, they were left with just a lantern to share; it's candle dwindling by the second.

"just a few small bundles of driftwood will do, right? it shouldn't take too long. and we'll be back before uncle sumyeong even notices we'd left!"

"there's nothing to be scared of."

eudora's grip on misol's hand tightens without her quite meaning it to ; embarrassed, she lets it drop, nods like she is bold enough to face the eerie darkness yawning out before them. from the porch of the farm house, eudora and misol are granted a sweeping view of the fields — from the distant corn fields to the unshorn meadows beyond. blackness swallows up the edges of everything, creeping through the high corn stalks and obscuring the imposing tree line. above them, the sky is dull slate, the light leeching fast. below, everything seems to exist in a ghoulish, gray glow. it's enough to send shivers down eudora's spine, but she nods again, like she agrees. "right." she says, voice trembling. the electric bulb above them buzzes and flickers ; darkness is coming to swallow them whole. in the halo of light granted by the fickle bulb above them, eudora turns to misol, their blonde heads close together. "so what do we do, now?"

[vel-misol]

what is your favorite memory?

event 001 : the vanishing — accepting ! ˎˊ˗

a wide grin creeps its way across her lips. "i am so glad you've asked!" misol can hardly contain her giggles at the simple thought— so much so that her response is delayed by several minutes as she attempts to catch her breath.

"growing up, our mom would always have hansol and i dress up as baby sheep! i truly believe we were the cutest kids in all of hano-dullum." her laughter was now concealed behind small, gleeful hums.

"i'd be happy to show you photos if you would like to see them. they're back at the farm house with the rest of our albums. things were so perfect then..."

[vel-misol]

activity check! ( task 001 ) ♫ ˎˊ˗

❝ for my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. ❞

when all hope was lost, misol turned to the stars. as they twinkled from high up above, it was as if they were showering little misol with happy hellos. she felt serene on nights when their shimmer flooded the dark sky. despite the distance, they felt like a thousand friends who were on her side. the stars were her companions who would guide her, watch over her, and listen to her every desire. under their celestial gaze, misol was safe.

as a child, she'd always been told that when wishing upon a star, all her dreams would come true. and though she'd never show it, the same sentiments remain, still, in adulthood. perhaps that was the reason behind her mother's final parting gift to misol. 'till the end, she still could not hide a single thing from her.

as long as there were stars, she could continue to dream for a better tomorrow.

i wish, i wish, with all my heart...

[vel-misol]

— event 001 / the vanishing tell me two lies and one truth.

event 001 : the vanishing — accepting ! ˎˊ˗

it would be a lie to say that she seldom lied. growing up, she was quite the troublemaker. thus, telling a white lie ( or two ) came as easily to misol as breathing itself. the trouble here was choosing which lies walked the border of truth— the line between the two being just thin enough that even she could barely differentiate them.

"i purposely slacked off in school, i've taken a peek into hansol's secret journal, and i think mom's disappearance may have been for the best." there is a moment of silence that follows her response.

"perhaps I've already outed the truth while under the influence in your tavern. but if that's so, just pretend like you don't know the answer, okay?"

[vel-misol]

at his response, misol could only let out a disappointed sigh. "what a reliable response from the adult in charge." it was ironic that her words remained a quiet mumble in an attempt to keep them from reaching her uncle's ears, considering how she'd still made the conscious decision to have said it aloud at all. misol was more than aware that she was more hard on her uncle than he deserved. yet, she continued to behave the way she did.

hurt people hurt people.

deep down, the feeling of guilt lingered. she knew that he was trying the best he could. her behavior was doing more harm than good in the midst of the sudden supernatural phenomena. though his words ushered the tiniest of reactions from the girl, she was quick to shake off the expression. despite the apologetic words sitting on the tip of her tongue, patiently waiting to be ushered as any good daughter had been raised to do, misol only continued to brood silently.

"i'm not a child." although she was acting like one.

"certainly it's just a power outage— velgrove has so many of those!" right?

in truth, she was afraid. misol could only hope that the slight quiver in her throat wouldn't give her away so easily. she didn't want anyone to leave her behind in the farmhouse. perhaps it was the eeriness of the silence outside that left a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"perhaps we should just sit and do nothing for the time being. what could possibly be waiting for us outside anyway?"

"why is this happening?"

it's the way she says it. maybe the way she looks so much like yesol too / spitting image of his sister / under the moonlight, in the dark / leaving without a single look back to see sumyeong watching her go. it was ten years ago. and yet, here she was again.

yesol. no. sumyeong had to do better. because the fear. the confusion. the disbelief in misol's voice - everything about misol that drags him to the past is a clear reminder - the things that once were, no longer are. and so, he has to do better, for misol and hansol.

"i don't know." sumyeong hates that he doesn't have an answer / something concrete to hold them down / he has to be concrete / to hold them down. "i've never seen this happen before." sumyeong's words are soft and ridden with only truth as he stares out the dining room window.

where fields of crops should be, sumyeong can only see black. how does he care for land that needs sun? how does he care for animals that need warmth? how does he care for family he barely knows?

"we're here together." the words are strange on his sandpaper tongue. but he means it. he doesn't know how else to say it. to tell misol that it's going to be okay, even if she doesn't believe it. "we can't just stop and sit doing nothing though. wherever you need to go, just let me know no matter what i'm doing. i'll walk you there, okay?"

[vel-misol]

❝ Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose. ❞ ⤷ closed starter for @lyravel ˎˊ˗

what even is an apothecary? "i bet hansol would know." she sighed quietly. her distracted thoughts were certainly unhelpful as she navigated through unknown territory. without a steady path to follow, the girl was wobbling back and forth as she attempted to trudge onward to the rumored shop of magic and potions. despite the daylight, onlookers would probably assume the tavern regular had started her night early. but alas! misol was on a mission for the impossible.

rumors about the apothecary and the white witch who kept it had been swirling amongst the teahouse. though she'd initially paid their words no mind, her mind began to wander back to the stories she'd grown up listening to. witches were mystical and otherworldly, able to create something out of nothing— miracles! drawn into the allure of it all, her feet eventually carried her to the shop's front door.

knock, knock.

"don't eat the gingerbread. don't eat the gingerbread. don't eat the gingerbread." her whispers had become a quiet mantra to soothe her nerves as she waited on a response from the other side.

[vel-misol]

i’m very excited to send out prompts after i get home from work today! i’ll have a tracker down below to help me stay on track with things i owe, but please let me know if i missed you!

starters owed:

@lyravel X

replies owed:

@velxgraves

@velhaeil

messages/plotting:

@velsylvie

@veljinah

[vel-misol]

event 001 — the vanishing.

hello little grovelings,

the question and starter prompts listed below are a part of our first official event — the vanishing. if you would like to take participation in this part of the event, please make sure to reblog this post and indicate which you are open to receiving.

20 QUESTION PROMPTS

what is something your cannot live without?

tell me two lies and one truth.

what do you wish was different about your life?

what is your favorite memory?

what is something you love/hate about velgrove?

what is your biggest dream?

do you believe there's something special about velgrove?

who do you wish you could see right now?

what is your favorite mode of transportation?

do you have any pets?

what is something you regret deeply?

when are you most happy?

how do you show someone you love and care for them?

what is something new you would like to try/are scared to try?

if you had to pick between the two, would you choose the moon or the sun?

if you could go back a year from now to tell your old self something, what would it be?

where do you see yourself in five years?

what are the three most important things in your life?

how does someone get closer to you?

do you believe in velgrove's wishing well?

20 STARTER PROMPTS

"i'm scared/worried/tired/confused."

"there's nothing to be scared of."

"did you hear that?"

"i saw/heard/smelled/felt something."

"can we just wait?"

"can you please let me in."

"my (insert item) isn't working. can i use yours?"

"this land is cursed."

"we should stay away from (insert location in velgrove)."

"do you think the sun/moon will ever come back?"

"why is this happening?"

"can you stay a little longer?"

"i don't want to be your buddy."

"this is all just a bad dream."

"i'm going to leave now."

"do we have to go there?"

"i don't know how to start a fire."

"i'm hungry."

"i need help."

"do you want to be buddies?"

please remember to tag any and all event related posts with the event tag "event 001: the vanishing".

[vel-misol]

❝ safety: how does your muse react in a dangerous situation? are they more likely to fight or to take flight or freeze? ❞ ⤷ activity check! ( task 000 ) ˎˊ˗

her audience dictates her stage.

for hansol, misol will always put up a fight.

clouds of dust filled the playground. excited shrieking and laughter came from all directions. it was all so loud, that a familiar voice was nearly drowned out amongst the crowd— nearly. her legs sprinted over to the group of kids before she could even process the situation. soon, she was filling the field with provoked shouts of her own, her arms flailing around uncontrollably; whatever chased the crowd away. there was never a moment of hesitation when it came to her brother. without question, she would run to his defense every time.

under the watch of a knight in shining armor, misol would take flight.

she's a damsel in distress, in dire need of rescuing. her guard is down, and suddenly, misol loses the instincts necessary to survive on her own. she takes no notice of the blaring noise of alarms going off in her head. misol's racing heart thumps loudly in her chest, but remains unnoticed. she refuses to make a move until prince charming makes the call. and when he finally grabs ahold of her dainty, frail hand to runaway together, it would all have been worth it.

but hiding behind her mother, misol freezes without fail.

all courage shrinks away when she's around. in any given situation, the silhouette of her mother acts as a shield, obstructing the trials and tribulations in the foreground up ahead. her sturdy and trustworthy shoulders held the weight of their family...alone. misol couldn't recall the face her mother made in such situations— she couldn't even try to imagine an expression. was she, too, afraid of all the peril? was she angry? or perhaps she was tired of having to take on the world for her children alone. even in the shadows of her mother's memory, misol could do nothing but hide.

in the end, regardless of her audience, misol performs out of impulse.

[vel-misol]

this wasn't the first time she'd snapped at her uncle and stormed out the door— it was quite apparent that it certainly wouldn't be the last either. her unfamiliarity with the town, however, left her escape routes limited. but she was slowly getting used to the farm land, at the very least. furthermore, she was able to find solace in another resident besides her brother in times like these.

"are you hiding from uncle sumyeong too? if i lay down on the ground as well, will it make all of the noise go away?" misol sighed, plopping herself on the ground next to the tavern keeper. she sat crisscrossed, angrily pulling at whatever strands of grass within her grasp. with a pout, she whipped her head towards the other.

"how did you know it was me, graves? what if i were some kind of mystical being waiting to snatch you away?"

@vel-misol | location: a field somewhere in velgrove | tw: n/a | @velxgraves

the trees are singing, graves thought as he reclined in the tall grasses to stare at the cloudy blue sky. this close to the ripening season, the sun was starting to beat down hotter and hotter, so much so that he wished for the borrowed straw hat sitting on the counter in the barn. but the barn was far and his body was finally relaxing, so graves stayed. he allowed the admiration of the wind, the lazily floating cumulus clouds, the faint trace of birdsong, the coolness of the earth wash through him before letting his mind go blank. a calm surface for the world to rest in. and rest it did.

how long graves laid there he couldn’t say, but sometime after the last brush of the wind against his skin there was the slight tremble on the ground. the crunch of grass against sure feet came next until —

graves did not open his eyes when a shadow fell over him. not immediately. instead, his voice crawled from his chest. “is it me you’re looking for? or is there somewhere or someone i can help you find your way to?”

[vel-misol]

❝ One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family. ❞ ⤷ closed starter for @velhansol + @vel-sumyeong ˎˊ˗

"was the growing season this hot in hano-dullum?" she was panting with exhaustion, her body sprawled out across the couch in a lazy droop. misol hadn't even worked today due to the heat— no amount of water had been able to satisfy her thirst. in times like these, she wondered if her mother had grown up with similar struggles under the very same roof. did she, too, fan herself desperately with any item that would provide even the slightest gust of wind? despite having just arrived in velgrove, such thoughts tracing back to her mother constantly ran through her mind. though she hadn't thought much about venturing out to the mysterious grove, originally just following the lead of her brother, now that she was finally here, misol felt almost nostalgic in the small town.

"uncle, do the people in velgrove do anything in particular to combat this weather? or, hansol, has your sleuthing lead to the discovery of some kind of special entity to make all these hardships go away?" following her words, the girl shot up from her spot on the couch almost immediately. as if on cue, the various farm animals on property began to cry out in unison. their song was almost eerie.

"perhaps it's a sign that we must set out on an adventure right this moment."

[vel-misol]

in the dense row of forest trees, a delicate voice calls out in the distance - misol. it calls again - misol. as it grows closer, so does the number of voices - misol. and suddenly, the forest goes completely silent. no cries of cicadas or event sweet songbirds heard. then one voice speaks out - "i've come back to take what's mine."

misol.

she looks once.

misol.

she looks twice. each time, she's met with an empty void.

as the voices increase, each breath she takes becomes shorter and more frequent. she wants to scream, but she can't. her chest feels tight and then suddenly— nothing.

i've come back to take what's mine.

"hansol!" her voice is full of fear and desperation as she shrieks out her dear brother's name. beams of sunlight blind her momentarily, distracting her from the chilling nightmare she'd just awoken from. disoriented, still, she focuses on evening her breathing, but can't ignore the aching pain lingering in her chest. misol clutches her newest charm on her bracelet; the last gift from her mother. "hansol, i'm hungry! is breakfast ready yet?!"

it was just a dream.