OUT OF MEMORY_

                               A light hum slips from he detective’s lips , tipping his head down towards the shorter before a smile stretches across his features. Of course it was rare for him to be in such a good mood , but something about getting away from work had made him feel a bit lightly. ❛ Well , they say they want us healthy but then they make delicious food and sweets that make you crave more. ❜ He rolled his shoulders , considering why he had brought it up in the first place. He had enough muscle , ate enough protein and worked out when he got the chance. But he supposed he was looking to make some changes in his life in one aspect or another. ❛ I was just considering if I should be eating better or not. I live off meat usually and someone told me that it isn’t too good. Rice too.. i’m sure my body isn’t too happy with me at this point. ❜

Relaxed enough, if not completely serene. Hesitant emotions were no longer a factor in Leila’s defense, returning a delightful smile while tilting her head upwards to meet with the older. It was nice to leave the apartment she practically harborded herself in these past few years, decades, same difference. A hand swept away a few strands of hair that brushed themselves against her features, tucking them messily behind her ear. Though the deception behind conversing about food she never fully remembered, the warmth of freshly cooked cuisine as it hit your tongue full of flavor could never be tasted again. What was it like? The memories? Even if her attitude slipped in any way possible, she couldn’t let him know considering it was absolutely hard to speak one’s feelings. Eventually a small chuckle dispersed, smile growing wide before poking the male’s bicep.

“There’s nothing wrong with indulging sometimes, you only get to do it ever so often. As long as you’re also eating vegetables with your meat and rice I think you should be fine. Don’t make me go to your house and cook for you okay? I will monitor your water intake as well but it seems like you’re pretty much already in shape. If only I had as much muscle as you.”

Deep wrinkles appear on his forehead as he watches her continuously pour her drink into the potted plant next to them and he hoped it was fake or she was basically murdering this poor plant. Here he was trying his hardest not to be affected by the news of her date night and he was more focused on the damn plant. He figured that was the better choice of the two. If he focused on her seeing someone it would put him in the worst mood of the century. `I always sound like this. Shows how much you pay attention to me.” He chuckled bitterly, is head jerking back just a bite as he looks away from the blonde. His lips smack together and he has half a mind to glare at her. “Yeah, that’s what it is.” 

The bitter laughing and bothered emotions brought only amusement to the younger. Leila smiled with pure delight, hovering a hand over her lips while an arrogant laugh followed. She was torturing this poor guy, though she couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a bit of remorse for basically ruining his lunch. “Oh don’t be like that. It wasn’t anything special.” Settling down from enjoyment as her chin leaned into the palm of her hand while her elbow placed itself against the table. “Look how about I make it up to you, I will pay for your food and then we can go anywhere you want. How about that? Don’t be such a little baby.”

        watching the other jot down in her journal reminds sora of her own kept handy in the bag beside her, pages messy and worn with scribbles of anything and everything that’s ever been on her mind     pretty much. sora can appreciate anyone who takes the time to keep a journal, and it is time consuming. eventually, it becomes like a part of you, more than an item or an accessory, but an actual piece of you that you’d feel naked without. the writer’s curiosity is sparked as to what the girl is writing about, or has, but sometimes the messages inside can be extremely personal     sora understands that all too well     and she wouldn’t dare to ever ask.

       removed from the thought, a shy smile appears at the compliments being given, followed by a gentle, playful push of the younger’s shoulder. ❛ you’re being too generous now! ❜ but she appreciates it. greatly. ❛ writers shouldn’t give ourselves time limits because then, the ending might become rushed, and that’s, what i believe to be, the worst thing you can do when you’re writing a book. the ending is the most important part, the most anticipated.❜ her head nods along to her own words, as if talking to both herself and the other person.

         ❛ oh! it’s not a sequel. the plot will be completely different. any suggestions? ❜ sora isn’t above listening the thoughts and ideas of someone who has read her first book, and enjoyed it. of course, she wouldn’t be obvious in considering any of the notions, as to not spoil the story, but nonetheless, she’s interested to get inside the mind of one of her readers.

Unknown writings encased themselves in previous journals Leila had written in the past few decades. The experiences she faced during World War II, being changed and finally realizing what had succumbed to her fate. What lurked in the darkness were not only shadows you dreamt about, what creatures crept right beside your window only made it seem as if you lived in a darker version of Gravity Falls. Sustaining youthfulness at a cursing age of adolescence really only seemed more lonely than usual. The astounding individuals she had met during history were only gone when thought deeply about, regaining friendships with people to only know you will live to see them fade into the light. Oh how lucky had they become to drift off into a world full of imagination, having no recollection of bad memories and finally living at peace. 

“I only speak the truth! I see no point in lying by any means. Lying only brings more stress to someone.” Nonchalantly letting the words slip through her lips without thinking, beaming gently against the pages of her journal hoping the older took a quick glimpse of her. “Take all of the time you need and if I hear anyone say otherwise, I’ll how do you call it. Roast them into nonexistence?” Nervously laughing as both orbs looked up from the journal, smile growing into an embarrassingly gummy one. “But I wouldn’t doubt your work, compared to these known authors-” Two fingers from each hand motioned themselves into air quotes. “End their books very indecently. Therefore it’s not wrong to be picky when reading because you took all this time to read and the ending says something unforgiving like fin.”

The young woman pursed her lips slightly, capping the top of her pen while softly shutting her journal, wrapping around the side elastic band. It wouldn’t be so difficult to produce an idea considering most of the time Leila’s head was in the clouds drifting off to God knows where. “Hmm, how about a time traveler? I wouldn’t know the details to how he became one but he either traveled to the past or future to either get revenge on someone or do something to save the world until he meets and falls in love with a woman. In the end he could either stay with her in that period of time and forget whatever he was doing or leave her behind for the sake of humanity.” The capped pen tapped itself slightly against her lips to ponder in thought for a few seconds to gather more ideas before swishing her pursed lips to a fro. “I’m not sure, now that I think of it..it sounds kind of silly. Don’t you think?”

BOLD any bad habits that apply to your muse

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions | Obsessive checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self-criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading | Littering | One-upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary aggression | Talking during performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over-critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly prideful | Competitive

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well, she has a cat indeed, and cats do scratch if they feel like it (he’s experienced it first hand). however, he cannot help but raise a suspicious brow as his gaze goes from her eyes to the scratches. “are you sure that’s the truth” he says playfully. “for sure, anyone you wrestled with did have nails…” he insists on the word ‘wrestle’ as if he means something else. and he does, as the mischevious smirk painted on his lips tells. however, does he believe so? not exactly. her story could be the truth. “should you disinfect it?” this time, the question is genuine. what if it got infected? his expression changes at her following question. “not really” he admits. there’s no reason to lie about this. he doesn’t need people to worry about him, but he has no point in hiding it either. “i’m used to it anyway, and we have things to do. I’ll be fine.”

                                                                                               @kyvni                                 

Hesitant enough to let another word escape her lips, every single statement said would’ve been held accountable. Though there was no way in hell speaking out of the reality she faced became an idea she sought out to proceed with. The scratches that placed themselves along her forearm were quite fresh, although the blood that seeped out wasn’t fresh blood at all. It was dark red, dried up and old, clearly something you only see when wounds heal, this definitely wasn’t the case. Leila nodded coherently, to which question? She doesn’t know either. All she wants is the conversation to pass, yet I doubt it would happen as such. “I think I’ll be okay, I have this thing where I let it heal myself? It works faster for me.” A mysterious reply that didn’t necessarily add up by any means, however it wasn’t new of her to reply with such nonsense, secrecy and difficulty. 

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE STARTERS

A cloud of white smoke could be seen trailing off into the sky as Leila sighed in discomfort. Public endeavors were dealt with under strict circumstances, using such abilities would expose her to the world and she had no intention of ever leaving Seoul. Soreness could be easily seen throughout her features as the right palm of her hand pressed up against her left shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “How sarcastic. He swung his cheap ass tote bag at me while I wasn’t looking then hit me because I was in the way.. supposedly.” Continuing to whisper swears under her breath, rolling both eyes in annoyance. It was annoying to know how society worked, the fact that respect was simply given considering you were older grew more and more aggravating. In Leila’s mind If circumstances actually worked as such, she would’ve been treated with the utmost highest respect there is. 

“If I hit him back, I’d surely go to jail and be considered a delinquent. Better yet why didn’t you help me? You just stood there.” The ongoing depiction for the past couple of minutes became quite tedious, she never felt physical pain- the tolerance of her abilities exceeded to probably getting hit by a high speed train. Though the center of her troubles started and ended with this particular conversation. “How are you going to make up for it now huh?”

         that isn’t a feeling sora had ever experienced first hand     that she should choose a career she wasn’t in love with just to be in a position of power. however, she has observed the reasoning of others as to why they’d select a path that they don’t necessarily wish to pursue. luckily her parents have always been supportive, even if they were concerned, they encouraged her still to go after her dreams. unfortunately, not all parents, especially in korea, are this way. a sigh leaves her parted lips. ❛ i think it has to do with the pressure they may receive from their families to go into a really successful field that’ll make them lots of money. parents, of course, want their kids to live a comfortable life, but at the same time it’s hard to succeed in something you have no passion for. ❜

      shrugging off the rather upsetting turn the conversation is taking, she goes along with the other woman’s offer to change the subject and turns her lips up into a smile. ❛ define soon. ah, i’m trying to. the process is going slowly. i feel like i should’ve taken a longer break in between my first book and the new one, but fans are already anticipating it now.❜

The saddened truth behind the curtain of happiness and wealth, the fact that most coincided with each other in every family’s defense. Although her mother passed long ago, certain memories lurked quietly, glimpses of her mother’s features simply smiling and laughing through the hard times. There was no recollection of her father, she was far too young to endure such memories of someone who was barely there, nevertheless over time Leila forgave him for such considering it was out of his authority. Despite the fact of living comfortably now, it hadn’t always been that way, over the decades she’d hid herself off from the world by living in unrefined rooms with little to no interaction. “True.” Nodding along after the older finished speaking, micron pen touching an empty page of her journal- nonchalantly jotting down a few ideas.

“Soon as in maybe a year or two? But anything you write would be a great thing. You could write something about flowers growing in your mind on an empty piece of paper and it would be probably another hit for you. I don’t blame any of your fans for anticipating so, your first book is honestly intriguing to the mind and amazing to say the least. Still, you shouldn’t be rushed. Being comfortable and satisfied with your work is all that matters, at the end of the day it is your passion.” Eyes are locked onto the leather pleated journal, smiling slightly as the words fell through her lips very delicately. “Any hint to what this next book will be? Is it a sequel from the first one or is the plot line completely different?”

* ∘ —  a starter for @kyvni·

                               ❛ Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad? ❜

Hesitant orbs wandered the corridor while indecisive hands slid into the front pocket of her hoodie. Troubled thoughts began to cloud throughout her mind, was this a test? Was he onto her? After all these years you’d think Leila’s explanation would be as if a record played over and over, same questions with the same answers. The knot in her throat wouldn’t disperse, her abilities weren’t up to par as usual- why was he so hard to read? “Yeah it’s honestly the worst and society wants us to be healthy? Right...” Words sounding pleasant as she subsided any negative emotion while rolling her eyes in a playful manner. “Don’t worry though, I won’t make you eat anything that’s good for you. We will eat unlimited amounts of Bulgogi? Samgyeopsal? Studies do say eating meat occasionally is healthier for you. Vegans I’m coming for you. But, are you going on a diet or something? Trying to work up on some muscle?”

I. EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

1. blissful 2. optimistic 3. uneasy 4. curious 5. nonchalant

II. GREETINGS

1. hesitant ( no eye contact, bowing slightly ) 2. friendly ( hugging, occasional touching of hands or arms, warm smiles ) 3. no greeting ( simply engaging in conversation )  4. professional/respectful ( bowing, handshakes depending on country, smiling ) 5. flirty/lovey ( tight embrace, light kisses on cheek or lips, immediate hand holding )

III. COLORS

1. maroon 2. black 3. grey 4. midnight blue 5. teal

IV. SCENTS

1. lavender 2. rose 3. sea breeze 4. honeysuckle 5. freshly done laundry

V. CLOTHING

1. oversized jean jackets, mom jeans, crop tops, graphic tees, converse/vans ( everyday wear ) 2. oversized shirts/long sleeves, shorts, sweats, sports bra ( at home attie ) 3. leather/black jean skirts, knee high boots, crop top, bralette, leather jacket. long lace dresses. ( clubwear or special occasions )  4. plaid skirt, matching plaid blazer, tennis skirt, fitted long sleeves, oversized sweaters, nikes, ankle boots, mary janes, tights, berets ( occasional outerwear when feeling girly enough ) 5. pants suit, professional black dress, blazer, pointed toe stilettos ( college presentation attire )

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE STARTERS

Embarrassed, ashamed and flustered. How could she explain to him what had taken place the night before? Of course she laughed it off quite casually, it could’ve happened to anyone right? It was easy for her to get caught up in her own head, therefore the internal panicking. “What do you mean?” A short pause dangled on a thread, it was a rhetorical question- Leila had already knew what the source of hesitation came from. It became a huge mistake to wear a graphic t-shirt without wearing a long sleeve underneath, an even bigger mistake to slip off the black jean jacket that fit her body quite loosely- exposing her forearms. A sizzle left her lips as the scratches looked worse than they appeared, if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t have noticed how harsh the scrapes were. 

“My stupid ass cat, you know I love her but she scratched the hell out of me this morning. I swear it wasn’t this bad until now, it was barely showing before I left the house and now people are going to think I’m up to something I’m not.” The young woman furrowed her brows while explaining such an assuming story, perhaps going a little bit too far with joking about herself. The palm of her hand tapped the lacerations lightly as if they’d disappear on their own, eventually slipping her jacket back onto her shoulders. “I get into a fight with my cat and I got beat up by her, can you believe it. Anyway enough about me, you look tired. Have you been getting enough sleep?”

      There’s a pause that is followed by an exasperated exhale. Listening to her reasoning for trespassing seemed all so…juvenile. He couldn’t understand it, and starting an argument over it all would be pointless. Let it be. Just let it be. His eyes wander up at the sky, as did his mind– for a short minute. “ Then…I’ll stay here until you’re done. You might not technically be bothering anyone– but ignoring and letting you be leaves me in a bad position. “ Her following question unsettles him, as his hands dig further into his pockets and body rests defeated against the fencing. Should he even talk about it to a complete stranger? He rather not even remember it. Then again…, this had been his life and continues to be. Finally, he speaks while his eyes kept shut. “ One of many…, many horrible things that I’ve seen. She was a high school student– brought out here by force and… “ Dark eyebrows wince as he remembers the scene. Her body sprawled out, mangled, naked…and cold– oh, so very cold. “ Shit. “, there’s a tone of disappointment and utter disgust in his voice. “ Please…, just listen to me and let’s go. There’s so many other beautiful places to gaze up at. I’ll tell you where if you want to. But tonight…, tonight that place isn’t here. “

No words left her lips as the male explained everything so rough and choppy, although death was an exceedly sad subject to begin with- Leila hadn’t been scared by any means necessary. She’d become instantly sorrowful, orbs wandering back towards the male- glossiness consumed them before retracting back towards the sky. Immortality sounded like a great subject for a quick second, until you’ve spent about a hundred years watching the ones you love wither away while you stay youthful. How pathetic, how much rage could someone consume to attack such innocent victims- even being considered a leech by mythology, killing humans weren’t on the menu. “Have you caught the person who did it?”

       as the younger’s words are further elaborated, sora begins to understand where she had been going with it. that is how it often was     it took time for her to understand what the dongsaeng was trying to get at. sometimes sora’s biggest problem is taking people’s words too literally and at face value. nonetheless, it makes for some rather funny interactions between the two women. ❛ life isn’t that enjoyable for young people these days. there’s less time to be young and free and more time spent taking on many different responsibilities. it’s inevitable to die but it’s true, we should learn how to enjoy life the way it’s meant to be enjoyed while we have it. ❜

A small chuckle escaped her lips, shifting casually into the tan colored loveseat. Although the numerous instances where pain was the focus, death didn’t bother Leila as so. She was a bloodsucker, nothing fancy or interesting to partake in, as feared or loved thanks to Hollywood hit films- yet there was no real answer to why she still lingered around humanity. Leila could have been slightly hypocritical, though she had reason, reasons that could eventually break those with thoughts of apprehension to why their parents wouldn’t give them money. Pitiful gestures, insignificant outcries that she never cared about. Nevertheless the younger still found reasons to appreciate life while sustaining immortality, beaming softly while tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. 

“Most people at my university are always so busy applying to the top companies here in Seoul, though I really don’t see the just of it. Yes it would be spectacular to do so but if you’re not happy then why do it? But anyways enough about that. How are you these days? Are you writing another book anytime soon?”