監齋使者

the many meanings of hey [ BREATHLESS ]: having clearly just sprinted down to the receiver, the sender tries to catch their breath while greeting them.

jina hears the pounding footsteps long before the shout - thunderous and squeaky and its echoes bouncing around in the main hallway of snu's art building. her eyes narrow as she slowly comes to a halt, head whipping to her right in confusion. what's he even doing here? the fine arts buildings may technically be in the middle of campus, but it certainly doesn't neighbor the dental research center down near the main gate.

"hey!"

god, even his voice echoes down the hall. jina's eyes widen at the implication of a loud daniel - he's never really been one to be... publically rambunctious. she backtracks her steps to the last corner she turned, craning her head around just in time to catch him sliding down the vct floors.

"hey!"

his voice is much softer now, and jina can hear just how out of breath he is as she braces herself for the inevitable impact he creates by (gently) crashing into her. (he's always been a softie for her despite whatever he says.)

she wrinkles her nose, staring up at him with bewildered eyes. his grin is much too wide for the intrusion to be an emergency; jina visibly relaxes while bringing her hands to grip onto the sleeves of his sweater, shoulders dropping away from her ears, and a sigh of relief hissing out past her lips before she (gently) punches his chest with a balled-up fist. (she's a softie for him, too.)

the many meanings of 'hey' [ FAKE ]: alternatively, the sender (who has just been crying in private) hastily wipes away their tears and tries to greet the receiver casually (to varying degrees of success).

"hey."

soojung's voice is soft despite the audible clench of her jaw, single word spoken through gritted teeth. this wasn't exactly part of her meticulously scheduled plan today - two souls in the aftermath of an incredibly piss-poor cornering, exactly thirty-nine minutes from now - but she'd be remiss to not have halted in her tracks at the sound of what she could only describe as a child sobbing through a young woman's body. just gutteral tears and near-frantic sniffles echoing down the café building's narrow stairwell. god, humans were so emotional.

the girl - soojung assumes she's somewhere in her twenties; the face is cherubic, but both the metaphorical weight and the actual handbag on her shoulders suggest it's on the higher end of the spectrum - jolts her head up at the sound of soojung's voice. it's a little pitiful, her stance: crouched in the cramped corner of the stairwell, head heavy held up with trembling hands, body so folded over it looks like she just wants to disappear into the ether.

she's frantic: quivering fingers desperately trying to smear the tears off her face with multiple passes, shiny streaks left in its wake. the next motions are quick in succession but calculated in order, and if soojung hadn't been soojung, she might have missed them: the quick intake of air, the tiniest lift of her chest off her knees, the upwards twitch of her lips that are miles away from reaching her bleary eyes. quite professional, really. late-twenties indeed.

the crackly warble in the girl's voice shows her hand through her impromptu poker face though.

which symbolic fruit are you?

the apple is most commonly known for being associated with the forbidden fruit that eve eats in catholicism which casts her and adam out of heaven: original sin. however, apples are also symbolic to pagan fertility goddesses, the seeds of which are five and showcase a pentagram when cut horizontally. the apple in any case, represents wisdom and knowledge, independent desire and curiosity. you are someone who seeks to understand the world better. you believe in independent thought and asking questions which to some may be hard to answer. there's been times where you may have persecuted for being different from how others expect you to act, but have never let that stop you from speaking your mind and taking what you want. however, be wary of leaping into things you don't understand. knowledge is a wonderful, illuminating thing, but knowing too much can be a burden to some.

once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

acerbic wit you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

what color is your aura?

lace, marble, china dishes, doves, paper, bones, vanilla shakes. your essence is ivory: you are a piece of history, sturdy and eternal. others believe you to be gentle; they don't see the pressure that is threatening to crack you. you seek control and organize your life into rows. you are the overseer. you are the porcelain. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, noir, pearl, and ashen, who share the pressure you put on yourself. you are also drawn to the expressive rose and lilac, who will help you grow and learn that things will be okay even if they don't go right. however, you may struggle to get along with the indulgent personalities of sky and apricot who need too much stimulation and decadence.

the first time gets brushed off her shoulder as a small blip - a mistake in thinking it’s anything more. fall comes in with a crisp breeze that rustles through the slowly-changing maple leaves, the afternoon sun inching its way down to the horizon. san goes on and on about how his lunch barely carried him through the rest of the day, despite the fact that soojung watched him hork down not one but two meals (and part of her own). she crosses, goosebumps prickling across as another early autumnal wind wafts past.

“all i’m saying is they should really be putting more food on our plate if we’re paying two-fifty.”

“... your mom literally packed you an entire 반찬 feast today, you fatass.”

“야, 그걸로 될것 같냐? i’m a growing boy.”

“그래, 그래. 뭐, 맞는 말이네. 남자는 아니잖아.”

san lightly shoves her shoulder, holding his hand up to his chest with a scoff. soojung’s pissed demeanor doesn’t hold up long. she bursts into a fit of giggles when she looks up to see his exaggerated expression of pain, fingers swiping through her hair to clear the displaced locks off her face.

“야 좀 심하다. 남자로 안 보이냐.”

late night self reflective asks 🌙 · accepting

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

late night self reflective asks 🌙 · accepting

sweet dreams: are you happy?

happy.

‘happy’ finds no home in soojung’s life. oh, she knows of being happy, of course — even the nastiest of souls that come by speak highly of it — but it just doesn’t resonate with her... especially for the amount of time she’s spent in this lifetime. from what she’s picked up on from her assigned souls, being happy can mean a number of things:

that moment you see your child’s face for the first time (which soojung will never experience, nor does she really wish for);

finding relief in knowing you’ve actually studied and prepared well for your test upon receiving it (which soojung will never have to worry for);

holding hands with someone you love (hands? touching? soojung shudders at the mere thought);

having someone to spill your worries and qualms to, only for them to preciously wrap them up and pocket it away to keep your mind clear (she supposes she may have someone for that); or

living a calm and modest life rather than one of avidity and restlessness (someone she once knew mentioned that to her).

soojung doesn’t believe she’s felt happiness in years — decades, no, centuries, even. rather difficult to feel such a polar emotion when you’re in the business of death, even more so when you’re there because of a past of sins. 

the concept of ‘happy’ feels so foreign that when it tickles at her chest, she assumes something’s gone wrong. maybe she doesn’t deserve it. maybe she’s being greedy even wondering if she’s happy.

“hey, i brought some chicken.”

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