velhansol

[velhansol]

shadow event 002

a very sleepless night ༉‧₊˚✧

rhythmic creaks from the floorboards kept hansol's train of thought linear. theories and questions scribbled on torn paper replaced his fondest memories as wall decor. his feet ached as they repeated the same movement— back and forth— orbiting around his room in between his unkept bed and the barricaded door. he wasn't going to come out until he figured it out. he didn't want to come out until he thought of a solution. that's who hansol is supposed to be, the problem solver. years were spent stuffing his face in books on the world's mysteries. his eyes scanned through so many pages full of possible answers, yet hansol could not think of one answer to this simple question.

why his family?

none of it made sense. one minute his mother disappears, the next misol is gone. truthfully, it felt like more of a personal attack on hansol than one targeted towards his entire lineage. there was now no one in his life that remembers the days when hansol was just a boy.

he knew he had to man up— bring an end to this curse—but how could he? how could he move on when things felt hopeless? the initial arrival of darkness didn't feel so bleak when he had misol. he didn't notice the tremors he gained from that night in the bathroom until now. it was nearly impossible to keep his handwriting consistent. at the same time, a blanket of nothing overshadowed his deepest fear of all of this being his fault.

bone for bone. blood for blood. curse for curse.

hansol desperately wanted to throw up a white flag. he wanted to walk outside and stand in the fields, feeling the breeze tickle his neck as he cried and begged to be taken instead. in hansol's mind, there were expectations that he simply could not meet. he could not guarantee misol's return. his mother was still missing. he could not be the antidote that this town needed. he was a nobody.

he wanted to believe that everything was hopeless. but how could he? misol was gone, and hansol needed to find her. if misol was here, she would tell him to keep going, so he had to keep trying. hansol needed to be the voice of reason and hope because it's what misol would have wanted.

by the next morning hansol's legs felt stiff, as if his bones were slowly merging into the floorboards beneath him. his eyes were zombie-like with droopy dark under-eyes that felt like weights on his eyelids, and his hands shook with each pen stroke. he had to find her.

[velhansol]

"oh, no! no that won't be necessary! i've had plenty of bruises in my lifetime!" hansol frantically reassured him, though he was certain the reassurance only made him look worse in front of graves. great. Hansol's perception of graves was close to his ideal persona. cool, a bit mysterious, strong. everything hansol wanted to be perceived as. now here he was trying not to cry over getting beat up by a common farm tool.

as much as he wanted to play it cool the throbbing sensation in his head was hard to ignore. if he was around misol, hansol would definitely be freaking out about potential brain damage. something he couldn't afford to have in his early twenties— not before his writing career takes off!

"a-actually maybe ice wouldn't be too bad." hansol gave him a soft smile, a 'thank you for not making this worse than i've already made it'. his unoccupied hand reached for the basket.

in any other scenario laughter's swift huff might have left him at the near curse, but at the sight of tears a sense of concerned urgency took a deeper hold. his knees dug two homes into the earth, his basket set fully on the ground, his eyes searching for a break or blood. dusting his hands off on his still clean shirt, graves gently cupped hansol's jaw to hold him in place once hansol's hand lifted. what awaited him poured crystaline, cool relief over his nerves. "no real bleeding. a nasty bruise and some split skin, but nothing looks broken." he carefully brushed away a stray tear sliding down the other man's cheek before releasing him.

"why don't we head inside and get some ice?" the swelling would be ghastly if they didn't and graves wanted to get another look, to feel for any fractures. the face was such a delicate structure. "if you think you can handle the basket, i'll put our tools back and join you?" they were phrased as questions, invitations for opinions, but his own course of action had already been decided. the fields could wait an hour or two more. if he had to gently strong arm yang hansol inside, he would; medical care would always be a priority.

[velhansol]

activity check ( task 006 ) family ties

despite his complaints, there are more times hansol was happy to have his mom and sister than have a father figure. though he often dwells on what could've been, hansol is generally grateful for what he has.

a mother. a twin sister.

since her disappearance, hansol writes to her often in his journal– tucked behind the empty pages he reserved for his super sleuthing. a picture of his mother is tucked away in between the pages because he is afraid what will happen to his memory of her if she never returned.

as for misol, he couldn't have asked for a better partner in crime. although he'll never openly admit it, he would give up having a hundred cool friends to have one misol. to him, a life without his best friend would be a very quiet, lonesome life.

then there's the new addition, uncle sumyeong, a familial connection that hansol isn't too sure about. there's been turmoil (mainly from hansol), though what relationship hasn't been through highs and lows? at first, hansol couldn't get himself to open up to his uncle. there was something off...something wrong. and yet, in their darkest moment, his uncle felt like the father figure he never had. hansol would never admit it, though. he's still uncle sumyeong— a little weird, a little mysterious.

[velhansol]

how does someone get closer to you?

event 001 : the vanishing — closed

despite hansol's extroverted exterior, his nerdy tendencies kept many at a distance. whether or not it was hansol's intention wasn't apparent, though having to think about the key to his heart felt...awkward? well, for one, he has always felt the closest to misol, which didn't help answer such a trivial question. being his twin meant that they were attached by the hip whether they wanted to be or not, so perhaps it's by force?

no. that didn't sound right.

hansol thought about his friends back in his hometown. the one or two friends he would occasionally ask to play games with him when misol was preoccupied. "uh...i don't know." hansol scratched his head, "honestly? being yourself. honesty builds trust. i'd rather have a small trustworthy circle than a huge circle of liars."

[velhansol]

activity check ( task 004 ) hansol's bedroom

it's safe to say hansol left his room in the farm barn relatively the same as it was prior to his arrival. a pretty standard twin bed shoved in the far left corner of the room, cozily tucked to the side of a small window. the blankets and pillowcases were also borrowed, as hansol chose to leave behind his home decor and furniture back at his mom's home. the floorboards were relatively quiet, except for a few spots which hansol had recently discovered; the loudest one being by his bed, which he couldn't decide whether or not he was grateful for ( great against night time intruders, not so great for hansol's midnight snack runs ).

the walls would be bleak if not for hansol's interior decorating. books on the unknown and unseen were stacked in tall towers alongside the edge of his bed. photographs, drawings, and letters were pinned on hansol's wall in no particular order. majority of the documents were in clusters on the wall his bed was against, especially the important pictures of his family and letters from those closest to him. though, hansol eventually began to branch out onto the other three walls with his particular interests ( perhaps a ticket from his travels to velgrove or a picture ripped from a book about mythical beings ).

admittedly, hansol often left yesterday's dirty laundry on the floor. at least until the next laundry day ( when he eventually trips on something in the dark and realizes his room is way too messy ). underneath his bed, hidden in the old suitcase he brought with him, was where he kept his journal when he wasn't using it. a knife is nestled between the pillowcase and pillow, facing the mattress for hansol's protection. whether or not he will ever need to use it is unknown, as well as whether or not he actually knows how to wield it.

[velhansol]

windows closed, water running. a soft breath on the neck. then the sound of the door creaking open- it's locked. a second figure in the mirror that stares with holes where it's eyes should be. in the blinke of an eye it is replaced with thick mud on the mirror - "bone for bone. blood for blood. curse for curse."

in less than a second, hansol felt his body become a hallow cavity. his blood being the anchor that kept his two feet on the ground. a lump in his throat to keep him from alarming the thing. for a moment, hansol felt his soul detach itself in hopes that it would be able to save itself. and then, nothing but words on a mirror.

hansol knew what he saw.

his head whipped back towards the bath. nothing. he looked back towards the mirror, taking his index finger and cautiously swiping it across the earthy material. the mud stained his fingers as hansol rolled it between his finger pads.

hansol was sure of what he saw, but the why or how was unknown.

whatever was happening, hansol was unsure of the message being conveyed. were they after him? hansol never hurt anyone! at least, he never meant to hurt anyone. was the farm haunted? did his uncle have something to do with it? what did it mean by curse?

slowly, hansol's hand reached for the doorknob, twisting the lock open before pulling the door open. his feet slowly rolled backwards as his eyes fixated on the mirror. before anything could reach him, hansol ran to his room and slammed the door. his hand shook as he frantically reached for his journal and a pen.

BONE FOR BONE. BLOOD FOR BLOOD. CURSE FOR CURSE.

EOMMA IS STILL MISSING. DEAD??? ALIVE???

CURSE? → THE FARM??? UNCLE SUMYEONG???

his chest tightened as his lungs struggled for oxygen.

I KNOW WHAT I SAW.

hansol scribbled out a rough sketch of the image engraved in his mind. whatever he did, whatever was to happen to him, he could not tell a soul.

[velhansol]

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".

[velhansol]

hansol could feel the dried specks of topsoil as his sneakers slowly rolled heel-to-toe amongst the ripened cucumbers. he kept his moments gentle and discreet, hoping to not alarm the preoccupied man in front of him. his gaze lowered to his notepad, jotting down a few observations before it flickered back onto him.

graves. taller than me. slightly intimidating, yet surprisingly friendly.

the pit of his elbow held a metal shovel to shield his eyes from the sun (and to look busy). despite his best efforts of flexing what muscle he did have in his arms to save it, the wooden handle slowly slipped its way down. until his eyes met the gaze of graves. all within a second, hansol's life flashed before his eyes. his muscles constricted in fear and embarrassment. his eyes saw the shadow of the metal surface, eyelids shut in an attempt to shield himself from the karma bestowed upon him.

clang!

"AH!" hansol's hands dropped his utensils to soothe the aching pain on his head, "ahh....fuu–...freak!..." he promised his mom he would watch his mouth more often. even if this situation truly called for it. as if the situation wasn't embarrassing enough, hansol could feel his eyes moisten as they opened to look at graves. "i don't know. is it?" hansol whimpered, removing his hand to show graves his bruise.

"i mean..." he cleared his throat, quickly picking up his pen and notebook with his free hand, "i'm completely fine! you're fine. i'm fine. everything is fine! did you need help with those...?"

@velhansol | location: yang farmstead | tw: n/a | @velxgraves

hands deep in the tangle of cucumber leaves, graves felt the press of eyes on his back. intent. piercing. it wasn't the first time. it likely wouldn't be the last time. but the weight of them was easier to carry with each passing day as the one they belonged to lingered in velgrove's sweet embrace.

graves rose with a small collection of cucumbers in his hand and gently placed them in the basket he carried. those eyes seemed to follow each moment, tracing each twitch of muscle, each flick of wrist, perhaps even the glint of sun against the wrappings that protected his skin. the smile that spread across his lips was unintentional, borne of a growing fondness he had done nothing to tame.

(and why would he? why halt a positive thing?)

once the vegetables were safely in their temporary home, he finally allowed his gaze to land on his not-so-stealthy observer. it wasn't until he went to wave that --

clang!

concern overrode amusement and graves crossed the distance to crouch near the now-prone form.

“are you okay, hansol? is it bleeding?”

[velhansol]

hello! i'm ting, 24, she/they. timezone is GMT -4. i'm so excited to finally introduce YANG HANSOL! my awkward wannabe hero gone detective? i've added some extra information under the cut, as well as some links in case anyone wants a deeper look. i'd prefer plotting through tumblr dms, but if that's an issue, let me know! i'd be happy to figure out better alternatives. hope to chat with you all soon!

STORY. — PLOTS (tbd). — PROFILE.

BLESSED BY THE HEAVENS…his mother would always tell them how lucky they were to be born during the summer solstice. when the sun rose from the horizon, casting away the overwhelming darkness looming over the world, that's when their mother knew the universe had given her a second chance blessed with good fortune.

THE POWER OF TWO...wherever misol went, hansol followed exactly half a step behind with his notepad and pen. observant and full of curiousity, hansol always felt as though it was his duty to discover the unknown....and record his findings to take full credit in the discovery of something new.

ARE YOU HERE?...from a young age, hansol was stripped of his masculinity (at least that's what the kids at school claimed). with no dad in the picture, hansol was on a conquest to become a man. first step was to find his father. the second...learn how to hold his own.

HOW CAN I FIND YOU?...two delicately wrapped birthday gifts and a revealing letter was all hansol and misol were left with when their mom disappeared. a distant connection, a tether to an unknown place...his mother's hometown. hansol knew he couldn't stand by idly while his own family withered away.

personality.

infj— hansol has a strong desire to discover the unknown and help those in need. despite his chatty demeanor, hansol's low social battery has always made it hard for him to blend into crowds. he stands out (awkwardly).

often tries to overcompensate for being a dork. deep down he's sensitive and overly critical of himself. on the outside he's doing everything to prove he's the perfect protagonist on a heroic journey full of mystery and self-discovery. in reality, he's just a guy.

he claims to be the more responsible nerd, but he's also impulsive and naive.

media inspiration.

dipper pines (gravity falls)

hansel and gretel (fairytale)

say goodbye to mum and dad (tears for fears)

the kids aren't alright (fall out boy)

shooting the moon (ok go)

possible connections.

he's currently unemployed and new to town. teach him a new skill or job! tell him your story! he's gathering whatever he can to find his place in this unfamiliar town.

someone like-minded who will feed into his nerd tendencies.

one minute you're trying to mind your business, the next you see him feet away from you 'undercover' trying to take note of your habits and behaviors. and then he tries to hide as if...you can't see him? he's right there!

[velhansol]

YANG HANSOL, do you believe that the grove will hide your secrets?

It's best to think again. The grove can only do so much for you. You've lived amongst it's protection for 2 WEEKS as one of the town's UNEMPLOYED. Do you think the grove owes you? At 22 YEARS OLD, there's no guarantee what you'll experience here in velgrove. You may be AMBITIOUS and CURIOUS, but the grove knows you're also GULLIBLE and CRITICAL. Maybe you are like an ICOSAHEDRON DICE. Will that change by the time the grove is through with you?

residence: fields, farmer's barn

DECEMEBER (AGE: THIRTEEN)

at the most important age of my life, i am fatherless. homework is easy because eomma has a brain. talking gets...easier every time misol opens her mouth. strength? courage? all that it takes to be a man? i have been robbed of it. all of it.

thanks appa.

if not for misol, those punks would leave me on the streets for dead! i know they're probably sad about their own lives. that's why they punch me. at least they have the strength to, like real men. me? i'm still flimsy.

and yet, i cannot give up.

where did you go? eomma says you died when we were young, but if that's the case, then why aren't there any pictures of you? i know there must be some other reason. you wouldn't abandon me here, right? APRIL ( AGE: FIFTEEN)

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY I'LL EVER SHOW MY FACE IN PUBLIC! AGAIN! it was embarrassing enough that my dream girl from math class told me she'll only ever see me as a friend she probably heard how lame i was from all those jerks, but then misol had to try and come SAVE ME! MY OWN SISTER! it's bad enough that i am exactly 3.03 centimeters shorter than her, but the fact that she felt the need to protect me.

IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY. and she just doesn't get it! just for one day, i'd like to be seen as a true man with the ability to hold my own. appa. don't think i've forgotten. soon enough we'll both be sleeping at that cabin on top of the hill...or fishing together in the belly of a beast... or just playing chest together.

why did you leave?

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happy birthday to my precious hansol and misol! i'm so sorry i can't be there to tell you how much you two mean to me in person. i have to leave town for a week, so hansol, make sure misol is on her best behavior! and misol, make sure your brother doesn't lose his head. for my misol, a star charm, to remind you that you are never alone. and for my hansol, a brown leather journal to start writing about the aches and pains of adulthood. promise to save me some cake for when i return!

eomma

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JUNE (AGE: TWENTY-TWO)

okay. clean slate. i'm twenty-two now, and maybe it's time i give up on the mysteries. eomma got me this new journal. i've finally entered into real adulthood-- full of financial responsibility and milestone crises. i think by next year i'll start investing into my own home for me and my future spouse to move into. maybe a few years after that i'll have a lucrative career and have my name attached to multiple research papers. the future is limitless!

AUGUST (AGE: TWENTY-TWO)

WHY ISN'T SHE BACK YET? IT'S BEEN WEEKS. OVER A MONTH. she said she would be back. is she okay? does she miss us? i'm trying to bury my emotions deep inside to show misol that i can be strong (and slightly optimistic). the door never opens unless it's misol. the stove is never on unless we're cooking. there's no one to comment on our childish antics.

it's really the two of us against everything.

FEBRUARY (AGE: TWENTY-TWO)

misol doesn't look the same anymore. the disappearance is chipping away at her spirit. and, for the first time, i'll admit that i am a coward. i cannot protect my family. i cannot protect my sister. all i can do is sit here and watch her rub the tiny star in between her fingers. over and over. she's wishing for eomma to return, i know it.

but all i have is a note from...sumyeong? my alleged uncle. i didn't even know i had an extended family...though i'm sure eomma had to come from somewhere. a funeral for my halmeoni which took place the week she left. is this where she went? should i even bother following if all we have is each other.

MAY (AGE: TWENTY-TWO)

so we've started our journey to velgrove. i've convinced misol that maybe meeting our uncle sumyeong will either answer all our questions OR at least point us in the right direction. who knows? maybe we'll end up staying awhile and fitting right in with the rest of our family!

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