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⌠Jinah; Trust (waiting) ⌠Taecyeon; Savior (waiting) ⌠Bora; Trading (waiting) ⌠Jihoon; life is innocent laughter & fun (waiting) ... Jungmin; starter (writing)
     In response to this; @etxjinah
   The warm water around her body calmed her down, made her close her eyes and relax. It was one of the rare moments when the girl felt like a human; when she was able to take a deep breath and pretend that there could be a happily ever after. But right now there was something that was still missing to patch up the wounds on her broken soul. She caught her gaze in silence and she knew it would be enough for another one to understand her. Other's took too much of her -- and Jinah was so gentle that she would never take enough. And her gaze stayed on the other lady, watched her when pieces of her clothes were scattered on the floor. She wondered if she was supposed to take her gaze away but she couldn't; not even for a second. Jinah was such a beauty, so full of perfection and whenever she could take a glimpse of her she would do it; drink in all of what was offered to her. In her eyes, even if those thoughts would never be heard by anyone, she was the most gorgeous when she was bare and it made Taeyeon almost pray that no one else would see her like this.
   The warm water erupted into small waves when the other settled down right behind her. A sigh escaped her rosy lips when she finally felt, when she finally got, what she had been missing. She leaned back against the warmth, against the soft skin of her beloved little lion. Her light, her home. Even if it would always only last for a few hours, sometimes only minutes. It would never be enough, but enough to make Taeyeon spark again and let hope dwell inside of her chest. Her eyes fluttered close and she tilted her head slightly to the side, let Jinah's lips travel her neck and shoulder like her own fingertips were brushing over every single part of the skin that was in her reach. The tip of her forefinger would run over her arm, would stroke along her thigh. She craved for every touch, craved to touch her the same. And there was no rush; there was no force. It wasn't for an outlet of desire. It was so much more. Those lingering soft touches would leave her more breathless as someone else before could have ever done it.
   Nothing happened but her body shivered with every little touch and her heart beat so strongly inside of her chest that she wondered if it would stop completely the moment he had to say goodbye again. Taeyeon loved the way she could let her soul be free whenever she was with her, no matter what she needed. And today, she needed Jinah to patch up her soul. She needed her tender touches and she needed her. She needed the magic that the girl put upon her the day they met each other. That she could forget everything around her and had nothing else in her mind but her. âWouldnât it just be glorious, if we could have a happily ever after?â She heard those words and a hum erupted from her lips. She couldn't talk, but she knew that the girl would understand when she drew a heart with her forefinger on the naked skin on her arm. She would always understand.
   Taeyeon turned around, the water almost slipping over the rim of the bathtube. Now she could face the beauty that brightened up her life ever since and Taeyeon gave her a smile and her cheeks were tinted in a rosy colour. She leaned forward, her small hand settled on the girl's waist. How much she loved it when she could feel the bare skin of her underneath her palm. The tip of her nose brushed against Jinah's and a soft giggle came from her lips. She felt like a child, she felt free -- she was happy. The gaze of her eyes fell on those lips that seemed to be made for her until she was close enough to let her eyes flutter shut. And the next thing she felt was a pair of lips, so soft and sweet tasting, against her own.
   'As long as I'm with you I already have my happily ever after.', is what she wanted to say but instead she let her lips speak for this intimate moment.
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   She loved the smell of this home. She loved to wake up every morning, even it was still early. But she knew she would be greeted by a small girl with sleepy and puffy eyes and her hair sticking into every direction. She would get her out of her bed, press her softly against her and give her all the minutes she would need to wake up. Taeyeon loved her bubbly laughter and Taeyeon loved to be greeted by her mother. The woman with the biggest heart on earth and the best cooking skills in the whole world. She had been more mother than her own had ever been.
   She loved her life her. One of the first times she was bought as a slave and yet seemed to have a life on her own. She worked hard but to spent her time with a giggling little princess was the best that could have happened to her. It was the first time of her life that she silently asked to never leave this place again and spent the rest of her life here. But dreams and wishes were never meant to become true. At least not in her life that she lived on the run; from one nightmare into the next one and the world seemed to become darker and darker.
   When she heard the door opened and fell shut again she knew exactly who had entered the house. The boy with the pink hair was far too old to have a caretaker but Taeyeon still couldn't hold back sometimes and pat his head and made sure the pillow was extra fluffy before he would go to sleep. The little girl giggled into her arms, pointed out with her finger to the door. Taeyeon knew she wanted to greet her brother and the girl herself nodded; accompanying her to her brother. A smile curled the corner of his lips upwards as usual when she would see the boy. But today a layer of sadness lied behind it and it wouldn't reach her brown eyes.
   Taeyeon didn't want to leave. She was too scared to get out into this world again; with nothing but ugly monsters are hidden behind every corner. She didn't want to leave this house. Didn't want to leave that little girl behind. She didn't want to stop seeing Jihoon's bright pink hair every day. She didn't want to smell something else but the cooking of the mother of this household. She was scared. But yet, she knew -- just like every other time; it wouldn't make sense to struggle because after all she was nothing but a slave without her own will.
( *Savior ) Tinker & Woodsman
   Taeyeon was surprised. The stranger seemed to wear a gentle smile on his lips. But it wouldn't be the first time she would fell for a trap such as a smile offered to her. Though the girl knew she still needed to be polite, needed to wait for her commands and the tasks he had for her. She was willing to do whatever it took to please the person she belonged too -- as long as she would get out of it without suffering too much. But even if she carried such thoughts; she knew she had no voice in it. If she would be shoved around and treated like an object; she even had to endure this. But the girl would always carry her hopes high for a brighter future as to what she had lived through until this day.
   A last gaze was given to the man who received the payment he needed to let her go. She wouldn't miss him, neither the life she had during the time she lived with him. Maybe she would if it would turn worse from this point on. She bit down her lower lip when her attention shifted back to the stranger. Round eyes were looking up at him and she waited. But in all honesty, she wasn't sure herself what she was waiting for. Maybe that he would raise his hand, maybe that his hand would curl around her upper arm to drag her with her -- or maybe even worse. But nothing like this happened when he opened his mouth again.
   She was slightly taken aback and forgot for a second what she was supposed to do. A smile curled the corner of her lips upwards and she took the notepad into her hands, the pencil in her other hand moving over the surface before she turned the paper around to the other. "My name is Taeyeon. How should I call you from now on?", was written in a neat handwriting. She gave him a bit time to read what she had been writing down before she took the paper back, writing the next words down. "It's fine. I wear what is suited for a slave but if you wish I will try my best to look more suitable for you." This time, when she turned the paper around, she lowered her head down in an apology for her appearance.
   It became more than clear that the young lady had forgotten over the past years that she had an own mind and will. She always used to have one -- until it was taken away from her. She was almost trained to have the same mind as the person who owned her. That she should do nothing else as to what someone had asked her to do. And -- of course -- it wouldn't change within a second even if kindness was offered to her. If anything she thought it must be a trap she could run in easily.

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( *Trading ) Tinker & Syrena
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   Taeyeon couldn't process what was happening around her. Of course, she couldn't. everything happened way to fast and so foreign that someone paid her respect so easily. She was almost ashamed the moment the lady bowed down to her slightly. Of course, she bowed down herself, trying to get herself even lower. Because she knew indeed that no one as underneath her own. There was no one in this world who should bow down to her. But she was alive and that was what made her thankful -- at least most of the time. Not when her body and soul was used and wrecked by foreign hands. Those were the rare occasions she would silently pray for a quick painless death. But of course -- she wouldn't tell; couldn't either.
   Her rosy bow shaped lips parted slightly when the young lady said something about her kingdom. The words echoed inside of her head. Over and over again but yet it still felt hard to proceed to what she just had listened. Could that mean...? A silent gasp escaped her lips and she wanted to get back on her feet, bow down as deep as she could but she was unable to move with every muscle tensed in her body. Her gaze caught a glimpse of other people, seemingly dwellers of the kingdom but yet they moved in synch with the lady as if they were the shield to protect her.
   Taeyeon was speechless -- if she would have been able to talk to begin with. Round huge eyes looked up the -- so was her guess -- princess. There was surprise written all over her face and maybe she looked even as if she had seen a ghost. But of course, Taeyeon herself got on her feet -- she couldn't possibly say no to the princess herself. A silent nod was given when she walked behind the other lady. She couldn't comprehend what was happening, even less when the castle of the kingdom seemed to get close and closer. Taeyeon turned more into a child with her twenty-four years. Her cheeks tinted pink and heart beating inside of her chest. It looked so much prettier as the memory she had from her childhood.
   Taeyeon flinched in surprise the moment the maids came rushing for the lady. It was such a difference to the life she had. It wasn't envy that went through her body -- no, it was nothing but honest curiosity. The girl with the ash blond hair, shook her head. No, she wasn't hurt. And even if -- she would have forgotten over the pain the moment her footsteps were led inside the castle. It was like a childhood dream came true for her. But in the back of her mind, she waited for the not-so-happy ever after. When the princess kept talking to her she realized that something important was missing; she left the paper and her pen back in the dirt of the street. But in this care, she was even more helpless. Taeyeon nodded, bowed her head slightly down. She just hoped the princess wouldn't think of her as rude.
If they had one wish that could be fulfilled â what would it be?
   A hum escaped her lips. There were many wishes on her lips â but what would she choose if it would just be one she could choose? She took the paper and and wrote her answer down with a neat handwriting. âI want to be free. I want to live on my own and see all the kingdoms. And I want to visit the the flying island where all the other fairies areâŚâ
moodboard; Taeyeon & @etxjinah
You've opened my eyes So I can see you all around me You light up the sky to show me That you are with me
No, never had she seen someone so beautiful, so breathtaking, so perfect. She became the light she was searching for. She crushed into her life without a warning. Jinah was everything she always wanted to be and gave her everything she ever needed. Her touches would heal the wounds that life had left on her soul. Jinah was the shoulder to lean on, the light that bright up her sky -- she was her home. But every goodbye would tear her soul again and bring her back to her knees. But whenever Taeyeon was on her knees she would take the chance to send a prayer that she would see her light again.
Tracker
⌠Jinah; Trust (waiting)
⌠Taecyeon; Savior (writing) ⌠Bora; Trading (writing) ⌠Jihoon; life is innocent laughter & fun (writing)
To do ... adding new plots â done ... headcanon meme â done, all answered. ... answering IM â done, all answered. but iâm still around to keep answering. ... moodboard for the event â done
Is there something your muse despises about themselves or about other people?
   She puffs out her cheeks. The list was actually long. Eventhough she was a silent person and would swallow down what she didnât like -- because this was how she was taught. The wrinkles between her eyebrows got deeper the moment she started to write down on the thin and white paper. âI donât like about myself that I canât talk. I donât like about others that they canât treat people well. I donât like it when they want to steal my fairy dust because itâs well sold on the black market. And I donât like about myself that I canât do anything about it.â She puffed out her cheeks, shoving the paper away and crossed her arms above her chest.Â

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If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?
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If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?
   A smile painted her rosy bow shaped lips slightly. It was one of those questions she wouldnât need to think long about. Not at all.It was obvious and for everyone to see â if they knew the young lady at least a little bit. She bit down her lower lip when she grabbed the pen and wrote her answer on a piece of paper. âIf I would have one wish for free⌠I would ask for a life. To stop being a slave â No, actually I would wish that I would have never ended up there. Because Iâve unlearnt how to live like a human.â But despite her words she was smiling brightly because she would always do the best out of her life, the way it was now.
If your muse could use one of the mirrors to change their life, which mirrors would they choose and why? What would they change about their life?
   She tilted her head to the side, thinking well about the answer she would give but it was still clear and simple. She pursed out her lower lip before she wrote the answer down in a neat handwriting. âThe âMirror to forgetâ. I think. I wish I could forget what happened in the past and start my life again with more confidence and my own will.â
Do they have any sexual desires? If yes, which one?
   Taeyeon scrunched her nose slightly before she shrugged with her shoulders. The answer was probably easy because it was a simple no. Being sold and treated like a slave for years learned you one simple thing; Sex was nothing else but another job, another task you could fulfill to make someone else happy and satisfied. It was nothing special, neither something she would enjoy. At least not in the way she had gotten to know it. The young girl shook her head with confidence. No.
Has your muse ever been in love?
   Taeyeonâs eyes fluttered close, she hummed softly when she let her thoughts run through all the encounters she had in her life. She remembered being sold from one person to the other â treated like an object. No matter for which case; she was used and the least people would show interest in her. If anything they took away her own will and perhaps she fell into the routine of thinking that she, as an object, would never find someone to fall in love with.   Though she remembered that one person with silver blonde hair, a stunning smile and eyes to get lost in. She remembered gentle touches and tender lips. She remembered breathy compliments and endless vows. Though Taeyeon wouldnât forget that she would have never enough freedom to actually fall in love. She moves the pen above the paper, the only voice she could communicate with. âIt was more than love. She was my light.â

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What is the biggest similarity between your muse and your chosen reincarnation?
What is the biggest difference between your muse and your chosen reincarnation?Â
What does your muse still know about their (reincarnationâs) old life?
How much did the fact that your muse is a reincarnation affect their life?Â
What would your muse say to their reincarnation if they would meet them in person?Â
If your muse could change one thing in their life, what would it be and why?
What do they think about the âMirror to rule the World? Would they want it? Do they search for it? And furthermore: Would they use it to rule the world?
If your muse could use one of the mirrors to change their life, which mirrors would they choose and why? What would they change about their life?
Whatâs your museâs lifetime goal?
Whatâs your museâs motto?
Whatâs the biggest mistake they have done in their life so far? And do they regret it?
What was your museâs childhood dream?
Describe your museâs mindset with one song
Have there been any dramatic happenings in their life? How did it affect them?
Has your muse ever been in love?
Do they have any sexual desires? If yes, which one?
Is there something your muse despises about themselves or about other people?
If they had one wish that could be fulfilled â what would it be?
Have they ever thought about giving up on life and killing themselves? (possible trigger warning)
How do they imagine their future? Do they have any plans?
Moodboard ; Im Jinah & Kim Taeyeon ( 3 / ? )
It did not happen very often that Jinah was truly mesmerized by another human beingâ but how could she not be when meeting Taeyeon? She was everything but ordinary and her soul was so soft that Jinah immediately felt as though she was at home. She had found home in the form of Kim Taeyeon, in the knowledge that she was not hers to keep.Â