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THE BASICS
Name : Nik
Pronouns : She/they (or, any really, I do not care)
Sexuality : Lesbian
Taken or single : Single
THREE FACTS
I'm an artist on the side — my primary job is an engineer.
I almost committed to a life in a convent. (No, I am not religious).
I used to be in a cosplay idol group.
EXPERIENCE
How long? (months/years) :
At least 13-14 years now.
Platforms you've used :
RPGuild, various chatrooms/forums, Sky.pe, Tum.blr, Disc.ord, etc.
Best experience :
I've been roleplaying for a long time and find it unfair to decide on any one experience among the many that have passed through my hands. I will say I do treasure all that have evolved more than RP partners and have become close friends of mine.
MUSE PREFERENCES
Female or Male :
No preference between genders. I have plenty of genderless and intersex muses across fandoms to boot.
Fluff, Angst, or Smut :
I am not actually good at writing romance too well. At least, not to a standard I consider intimate and readable ( ? ). I can write all three, I am better at angst, and my smut is passable. I wouldn't expect too much substance with my fluff.
Plots or Meme :
I can roleplay on the fly/off memes without any plotting beforehand, however I am accommodating to those who prefer direction with dynamics and scenarios.
Long or Short Replies :
Both are fine. I tend to prefer novella length as I enjoy inserting setting along with monologue into my text, but I will usually match my partner as I do not want to cause burn out / have people turn away because they find it difficult to reply to me.
Best Time To Write :
I can write whenever. Sometimes I write at work whenever I need a mental break, but more often I usually write around 1-4AM.
Are You Like Your Muse(s) :
I don't know. My demeanor can be traced in Sasu.ke or Tobi.rama, I suppose, but I think that is a product of me getting older and tired, lmao. All muses are treated as plot devices, I seldom insert any relatability between me or them.
TAG'DTH
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Despite his best efforts, the package would still arrive in the recipient's hands one day late. That and the contents of this gift were the only things Diamond knew about it. He didn't even package it himself. Otherwise, the flat carton box wouldn't have been put into a bigger one, then another box, and then wrapped in a black matte paper and tied across with a golden ribbon. The free spaces between boxes were stuffed with soft protective pouches resembling big marshmallows. In the end, the package grew twice its original size but the contents didn't grow in number…
A bag of hand-picked dried mineshrooms from Thalassa… //
A 100-only sugar-coated fish eye from Pier Point's favorite Kiliro Fish Restaurant… //
A super-sour edition of "Sour Dreams" soft candy brought back from Penacony's Dreamscape… //
A mini tuskpir roll with swirling cloud patterns from the very last batch of products from Xianzhou's oldest bakery… //
A pack of Trick Snack flavoured with a fruit that recently reemerged thanks to the IPC's efforts in environmental restoration… //
A selection of thirteen chocolate-dipped pieces of pickled pineapples, each from a world where 'pineapple' denotes something different… //
A handful of home- and ( probably ) by-a-child -made chocolate-chip-overload Moo-Moo yogurt cookies wrapped in a crumpled transparent foil… //
Eden made it clear that she was fond of snacks last time, and Diamond concluded that a share of his untouched, well-preserved, and peculiar stash would make for a good testing ground regarding Eden's tastes ( and that would certainly emphasise how much of a goodwill the "Head of Strategic Investment Department" has towards the Express ). Diamond didn't give it much thought though: he opened the bottom-most shelf of his work desk and put inside whatever got in his hands, treating the process like a puzzle where he had to fill in the limited space with available shapes.
Then, he slipped his business card in and unceremoniously wrote his personal number on the card's front. The black numbers lined perfectly in Diamond's elegant handwriting, contrasting sharply against the off-white coloring of the card that bore his initials as watermark.
Once finished, he closed the box, addressed the package like any other, handed it for delivery--- and forgot about it. Only the tracking system text he got when the gift was delivered reminded him of it.
***
[ here's the snacks you ordered, ms raccoon ( i blame tumblr if formatting breaks ) ]
RACCOON DAY !! || always accepting
─「エデン」─ it was a day after raccoon day, and the said SPACE RACCOON had spent the day itself running about enjoying herself and demanding attention from those she was fond of. it was all good fun ! when she returned back to the ASTRAL EXPRESS, however, there was a big box in front of her room. a delivery that came for her while she was out on her little adventure. pom-pom said that it was an express delivery straight from the IPC. her first thought was a certain executive with green-colored stone for a namesake, especially when the box itself was wrapped up so neatly with a golden bow, even !
she lifted up the box, almost dropping it from how heavy it was and tried to shake it. the content inside did not move, however. whoever packed it must've been thorough to make sure everything lined up neatly. the STELLARON VESSEL took the box into her room after march had made a comment or two regarding how she should be more careful in accepting gifts from anyone working for the IPC. not that the trailblazer listened to her, though.
eden spent almost ten minutes just trying to unpack the box itself. it was a THREE-LAYERED protection of boxes, lined and cushioned properly with fluffy pouches looking like big, fluffy marshmallows. she kept those, too, thinking how they look fun to be thrown around later. when she finally got to the inner-most box containing the actual goods, the selection of questionable™ snacks showed themselves to her, causing her AUREATE ORBS to widen in awe.
so many exotic goods in here ! her gloved digits picked them up one by one, the mineshrooms probably would be confiscated if any of the crew knew about them. she was going to keep that for later ! the limited edition tuskpir roll in elegant and unique pattern already made her mouth water. she took a whiff of it, then putting it aside to share with both march and dan heng. holding up the packet of the trick snack, she canted her head to the side. it wasn't any fruits she had seen in her travel before either. that's impressive.
she made a mistake of immediately popping one of the sour dreams soft candy into her mouth, only for her face to CAVE IN from how extremely sour it was she was screaming internally. good aeons !! that was sour !! one of the chocolate-dipped ' pineapples ' was consumed to counter the sourness. the sweet taste saved her tastebuds at least. oh. so this was what pineapple tasted like ? she remembered seeing one in the simulated universe but couldn't taste it. what a gem. a weird one, of course, but still a gem. the sugar-coated fish eye looked like it'd be good for a PRANK against march, too. she was going to keep that for later.
she had a piece of MOO-MOO YOGURT COOKIES in her mouth when she picked up the business card and saw the handwriting in bold black ink. there was an instant ( but unconscious ) change in the way her auric hues were when she realized it was not the blond gambler who sent all of these. that actually made sense to her, in a way. while the blond was someone who could acquire many things, the assorted of snacks gifted to her was something so INCREDIBLY RARE that not even aventurine could've acquired. was this his personal collection, she wondered. the TRAILBLAZER remembered mentioning to him how she wanted to taste some unique snacks from many worlds and planets.
" heh ... he actually broke out his secret stash. " all for her. well, he actually got high points going for him with this. there was a scent of his cologne attached to the card and some of snacks packet. she recognized it from the last time they met. a quiet, amused hum escaped her lips. if she had a tail, it'd be wagging back and forth in delight. she flipped the card about slightly, golden orbs locked to the numbers on the card and she paused for a moment. the peculiar snacks were sprawled all over her bed, and she reached for yet another piece of chocolate-dipped pickled pineapples.
[ to : 💎 ]
[ got your package. i'll give you a personal review of each and every single one of them later. the moo-moo yogurt cookie is nice. the chocolate-dipped pineapples too. you have some nice collection here. ]
[ thank you, i'll be sure to savor all of them. happy belated raccoon day to you. ]
she paused for a bit, before another text chimed into his phone.
[ to : 💎 ]
[ if you don't hear from me for a while, it's probably because of the mineshroom. ]
the ASTRAL EXPRESS would then see the stellaron vessel handing out some suspicious snacks later. the business card with his handwriting was kept neatly on the small table next to her bed.
Hello ! I am only familiar with classism in the UK on a surface level and I wouldn't be able to understand all the layers with the little I know but I would love to hear what you think of Lovejoy's relationship with classism and why you say it's not that genuinely ragin ! So, would you be ok with elaborating on that ? Thank you so much !
Ah!! When i said genuinely I meant I am 'genuinely ragin', just meanin I'm mad! But i appreciate the ask, I am happy to elaborate. disclaimer, I'm not a English politics scholar i just live in north england. I am also middle class. I will also be using Britain n England v specifically through out this. I can also only talk about the white experience in England
I'm gonna talking about The Fall the specifically because its a great vehicle to talk about it, and is one of the best dissections of the modern white upper/middle class attitudes in England I've seen.
So the genius https://genius.com/Lovejoy-the-fall-lyrics breakdown of this song does a pretty fuckin' good job at a majority of the lyrics. So instead I'm gonna talk about some stuff that is harder to capture n summaries in a genius annotations and the things that impact the rest of Loevjoys works and also a lot of wilburs work in YCGMA
CW: Discussions of racism, classism, and colonialism
BACKGROUND
Classism
First point. Britian is Rooted in classism. It runs deep, it is older than America, it is so rooted into every single aspect of our lives. When we started inventing racism, we built it on the back of our thoroughly developed classism. Classism is so strongly rooted that is the basis of the North/South divide that has since grown legs and developed a life of its own as a deeply intertwined axis of operation. Our grocery stores are class markers. There is not a part of English culture that is not bathed in classism.
Cullture
Second, England sold it's soul for white supremacy. Britain is colonial, it has been for a long time and it continues to be so- England especially so. We colonised Scotland n Wales and Britain still occupies parts of Ireland today. When we did that there was/is an active effort to suppress their culture and attempt to homogenize Britain into one thing. This also require us to first start to kill our own connection to our historical culture. When we start colonising outside of other white people, we invented racism to justify our actions against people of colour - in doing that we basically entirely wiped out our own culture and replaced it with colonial white supremacy so we could stomach what we did.
This is not to say that England does not have culture(s). There are Loads of thriving cultures within England, London alone has sooo many cultures in it because of it's wide class gaps and multi-racial composition. Basically any group that faces oppression is going to find ways to resist and in that create culture (This is over simplified but i don't got time).
Even groups that face no oppression still have a culture, but because of the background of- all that mentioned above, it is a culture based on defining yourself in what you are not (not working class, not a person of colour) and on apathy to harm caused by the structures they participate in to maintain it.
This is the beginning of our discussion of the fall.
This song is a dissection of how those 2 things intersect. The POV of this song is a white, middle/upper-class southerner, we know this because of how the singer talks about lower class people with a sense of distance. There is a consistent through line of this song of an general, active and maintained incuriosity about what allows this person to do the things he does.
There must be more to this
So leave those sink estates, and let's book a holiday
We're painting all the counties in blue
'Cause we're already boring, and we're already hoarding
What else have we got left to accrue?
There is this aching, deeply empty boredom that comes with being at the top and not allowing yourself to see the bodies you're standing on. It is a sense of being unrooted. In England for white people, there is a feeling that you have no home, no roots, there is nothing for you - you live in a dead and dying culture built in blood.
If you are not upper-class and southern there is also a deep understanding that the people who run your country do not care about you. Sometimes they actively want you dead, sometimes they're just happy to let you die. And they do.
If you are middle class, like the singer is here, there is a requirement to be both indifferent and ignorant to the people who built the world around you,
And the ramblers will say
"It's got a marvelous view!"
But they don't know how many lives it took, no
Thеy'll never know what you knew
and numb to the shit you go through.
And wе're so calm, but we're— (Fucking scared, fucking scared!)
And we're so calm, but we're— (Fucking scared, fucking scared!)
And we're so calm, but we're— (Fucking scared, fucking scared!)
There is also a necessity to separate yourself from the working class.
And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared of people like you!
The fall rest of the song up unto the end bit is about the empty symbols (Custom license plate to show wealth on the most standard yet expensive care you can get AudiR8, the grocery store you shop at), how to numb out (which also discusses the access to mental health services in the South which the North does not have.) and desperate attempts at connection falling through (" We've got a country house now, old dog has been put down now
It's nice to be around trees")
The end bit
And finally, we get to the most explicit and clear break down of the entire song. This is favourite part of the entire album that made my Northern ass cry when hearing it because it was one of the frist times I'd heard a southern musician acknowledge the North/South divide
I look to all of you and see a different fucking species! Aspiration for a different destination to me
English classism is rooted in a concept of "bad blood" and "bad breeding". There is a reason we have maintained the monarchy and it is in part because we have not left behind the idea that people who are working class or proximate to working class are different species. People enjoy the proximity to the good blood of the royals. This is what we based racism off of.
The “aspirations for a different destination to me” is literal and figurative.
To start literally, England is geographically segregated by class. We have the largest form of the north south divide, wherein the North is a historically (and still now) a working class area. In that, we have just- worse,,,things. We have more food desserts, more crime, worse health care, less access to university, less access to education as a whole, less access to lucrative jobs ect ect ect- This is so deeply rooted that because England has regional dialects and accents, having a Northern accent will Wildly influence how you are treated by other people. The North/South divide is classism that grew legs and started its own deeply intertwined axis. The divisions are then broken further into city, then area of city, then road, the section road. It’s class all the way down. There is less opportunity for working class people to literally move out of their hometown.
Figuratively, middle class people are funneled into university and up to typically business in the south or public sector in the north, working class people are pushed out of university through school, social and monetary pressure and expected to usually having lower paying jobs such in things such as manual labour. Finally Upper class people go to oxford and private (here called public) school and then rule the country
Across the Pennines, there's a thin blue line, a knife and a mall
I would do something if it wasn't all so effortful
I would Highly recommend reading the genius annotation for the first part.
For the second we have the most biting part of this entire song. An admittance that they know there are problems and they don't fuckin care about us. They will let the working class and North die before they put the effort in, because they have numbed out. There are fixes, and they will not take them.
'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at the fall
And when you've reached the top, there's nowhere else to go but...
Ultimately, the only real class mobility is down.
So! Uh- this was really long, and i did not even get to all the things i wanted to say, but I hope it was at least a brief look at the sociapolitcal/cultural aspects discussed in some of lovejoys songs that are harder to access if you don't live here.
Full disclaimer again. I am white, English, middle class, disabled, northern and queer. My POV will be shaped by all of that. I have Barely mentioned the london nor immigration in this
Also! if you are English, especially if you are working class, northern, not white and/or an immigrant PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ADD ON
R: I'm a little late to asking, but could you talk more about your adventure to hidden portions of Amarna, Agent? Despite setbacks, it must have been utterly riveting to be surrounded by so much history.
Of course! It absolutely was.
I will mention, going in, that the reality of my world is... a bit more fantastical compared to historical record. Of note: The Aten sun disk is a very real entity, one of the sun-eaters whose captivity was used to shape my world and whose presence leeches a virulent, corrupted for of magic into its surroundings.
I was initially called out to the neighboring inhabited city of al-Merayah on reports of suspected smuggling activity outside of the known rings in the area, as well as fears of the famed Plagues of Egypt appearing again. On arrival, the city was under siege with a local militia, the Marya, defending against the modern followers of Aten.
It was eventually determined that the earthquake that led into the reappearance of the plagues was actually caused by the magic keeping the true city of Amarna concealed failing, due to a pileup of complicating factors, time being a significant one.
Entrance to Amarna - original posting
Just beyond the gates to the city itself; note Aten sun disk - original posting
For the month and some I and a handful of Council of Venice and Marya agents operated in the city, the sun/sun disk barely moved in the sky, night never fell, and it was perpetually sweltering.
Map of the city with our initial entry point and camp circled - original posting
The drawings of the seven gods on the map represent the Sentinels, seven monuments to the depicted gods containing the souls of the seven children of a high priest of Amun-Ra, bound to the city to seal and obscure it and to keep Akhenaten from rising again.
Monument of Meretseger and chamber interior - original posting
Her name was Moutemouia, third child of High Priest Ptahmose. She was tasked with keeping the city concealed and it was her strength and conviction wavering that ultimately let us in. The siblings were able to communicate both through their monument or through the smaller statues decorating the monuments' inner chambers.
Moutnefert dreamed of travel. Ptahmose brought her postcards and stories from the outside, but she always wanted to see it for herself. Nefertari the Younger and Huoy were just excited to have someone new to play games with them. Hemitneter was itching to take the fight to the Atenists directly, haha!
...All of them were starting to wonder if they'd outlived the gods they'd stood for.
Most of the time we were there, I was helping the Sentinels with their tasks while they taught me the spellwork to access Akhenaten's tomb so he could be dealt with directly. I got to help herd souls to the afterlife, feed the corrupted to Ammut, harass the modern living and mummified original incarnations of the Atenists.
Assorted photographs of the area - original postings (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
As can probably be expected time, warfare, and modern cultist and monster activity has seen the collapse of many structures throughout the city. Most civilian dwellings are likely to have failed by this, but several of the larger structures and temples have remained largely intact. The black sludge forming on the trees and ground (image 4) and also polluting much of the limited water supply is the manifestation of the Aten's corrupted magic, as is the spider-like monster inhabiting the temple (image 5). The creature in the sixth image is a human that was heavily mutated due to exposure to this magic during the mummification process - possibly with direct influence from the Aten itself as not all mummified cultists progressed to the same degree as this particular one did. Most Atenist (and Sol Invictus, present in the wider area) mummies retained normal human proportions, but a select handful attained more monstrous forms.
As the investigation progressed, there became an increase in seismic activity that was eventually determined to be emanating from beneath Akhenaten's pyramid.
Addition photograph of the area. The Black Pyramid, Akhenaten's tomb, is faintly visible in the background beneath the Aten sun disk. We never identified that skeleton. - original posting
There is a story among the Jinn that the first of their kind, immediately upon its creation, refused to be made subservient to any creature and so consumed its own name so that it couldn't be used to control it.
Jinni tablet cotaining the story of the First Jinn, The Fabled Genie of the Lamp - original posting with full translation
According to their lore, the Unbound was eventually deceived by King Soloman who trapped the Unbound in a magical prison (by human versions, a lamp) and hid that lamp deep underground, away from anyone that the Jinn could tempt into releasing it on the promise of granting a wish.
It was fascinating! As we were researching the earthquakes, we became increasingly aware of a voice that being projected through them. I have a couple of recordings here and here!
And using the Jinn's writing, I was able to locate and access the passage that led beneath the pyramid!
Assorted photographs of said passages - original postings (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Image 5 contains insect religion! They were congregated and seemingly worshiping the imagery of the scarab!
I have a few posts of artifacts I came across too! Here, here, and here!
I was able to locate the First Jinn's containment as well. The modern Atenists had been using explosives to hunt for artifacts in and around Amarna and had caused a piece of the ceiling in its chamber to break loose, damaging an anchor for the wards around it.
First Jinn's chamber with damaged anchor and containment device - original posting
Much of the technology used through the chamber and passages are believed to be Third Age in origin, a version reality that was overwritten by our current one. Solomon was supposedly native to it, and one of the few (probable) humans to have been able to retain themselves through the transition. Third Age magic and technology are difficult to replicate due the world simply not working the same way anymore.
In any case, I was able to get the anchor patched up and working again.
And then I broke into the Black Pharaoh's burial chamber and confronted him directly. I. Admittedly didn't get much of an opportunity to appreciate most of it. A large conflict broke out between the Atenists and the allies I brought, and I was urged on ahead to face the more serious threats. The Sentinels backed me up.
...Someone from one of the groups I had allied with shot me after the dust settled. They stole Akhenaten's body and staff before anyone else could get in to stop them and I was nearly fired for disobeying orders and having anything to do with them in the first place, so. I never got too much of a chance to look around the pyramid unfortunately, haha...! I have a few pictures of its exterior at least.
Exterior of the Black Pyramid - original postings (1, 2, 3)
Frescos found in chambers around the pyramid depicting: (1) The birth of Akhenaten's son, Tutankhaten (later Tutankhamun), (2) The formation of the Marya under Tutankhamun and Thutmose, (3) Ptahmose sacrificing his seven children to seal the Black Pyramid and Akhenaten, (4) Akhenaten's lineage with his son and wife, blessed by the Aten, and (5) Akhenaten's judgement and execution before Ptahmose, High Priest of Amun-Ra.
Ptahmose and his children were all released from their duties following Akhenaten's defeat, and the curse on the city has been fading since. I haven't spent much time there. It's hard to see the Sentinel's monuments still there and so empty without them.
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little ooc appreciation post / update kinda thing??
screeches. today is my month-iversary or whatever back on this app & in rpc. slowly breaking into it again here. i hope to explore more w mona & everyone's muses !! i've been v nervous coming back & v rusty with my writing but it's been a lot of fun writing again! i hope to write more & just kinda do my thing.
i'd love to branch out & talk to more people, make more friends, and write new threads. i love meeting new people & gushing over our characters. i promise i don't bite c; im just a little bitch when trying to reach out to people. i'm sorry
ANYWAY.
little shoutout to those who stuck w & took a chance on me & my mona <3
@dilucisms ty for sending me things & talking to me when i literally had NOTHING but a promo on here. i appreciate you lots & will love ur 'luc always
@snowtombedstar hi ily. ur the reason why i stayed this far. happy i know you now & that we can just chat and be real & i love our brotp. mwahhhh.
@ccaptain A SWEETHEART. adore you & our little discord shenanigans. constantly lifting up my spirits & ur great. also i love our muses sm
@kazeoto & finally ty to my bff who got me back into this old hobby of ours & for the support & craziness as i made this blog. ilysm & i cant wait until we can keep writing together<33
EVERYONE ELSE. thank you to those who are not mentioned & thank you to those whom i've recently interacted with as well or just becalms mutuals with. i appreciate all of you & want to interact w you all too !! discord is always open to you guys && feel free to pester me & mona 24/7 on there or here, of course.
that's all for now !! thank you for an amazing first month here.
a voice brought her back from the land of daydream; catching her off-guard & drawing her attention to the source of it. han joon-gi. the man that she had heard plenty about coming from her father, who spoke of him with a higher regard than someone his age. his new business partner. she couldn’t forget that face even if she wanted to—the image of his smile still engrained in her memory from the time she first met him. how sweetly did he smile at her; how dangerously charming, she thought. all of a sudden, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe around him—as if his very presence robbed the air out of her.
“is your father around?” he asks after greeting her; her throat felt as if it was being constricted as she struggled to speak at first. her lips parted, but her voice was incredibly small. ‘he should be here soon. he told me he was stuck in traffic.’ the latter half of her response came with more force, but it was still tender, as if she had just learned how to speak. it received a nod of his head.
‘w-why don’t you come in? i’m sure it won’t take him long.’ she offers after realizing how crude she could’ve come across despite the staggering of her words. the last thing she wanted was to give him that impression. she would’ve welcomed him with open arms if she could.
how something so innocent could make the temperature of her body rise all of a sudden? his ‘thank you’ enveloping her heart as if his words made out of silk; becoming tighter to the point of squeezing the blood out of it. her cheeks dusted with a rosy shade when she stepped aside & let him in. her body seemed to have frozen there, as she stood by the door until he spoke. once again, drawing her attention towards him like a moth of a flame. she was enamoured by his warmth despite everything about his appearance being cold. was she imagining it?
“i heard your eighteen birthday was last week.” the man speaks all too casual; unaware of the inner turmoil that she experience whenever her eyes lay on him. her head perked up, staring with lips parted & only her breath caught in her throat. her head slowly nods & he smiles—that very same smile that she had given her upon first meeting. a smile that she kept thinking about even days after it all happened. it felt so genuine; nothing unlike the ones she was used to seeing in the faces of acquaintances & family friends that were just strangers with some connection to her father. there was always some ulterior motive lying beneath; something to gain from it. she was the daughter of choi gyeon-suk more than she was hana. even when all eyes were on her, she never felt seen, noticed. not the way that he made her feel: utterly exposed as if she was not a deer, but a doe in headlights unsure on whether to move, stand there or wait for her parents to come to the rescue.
‘y-yeah, it was. did my father mention something about it? how embarrassing...’ her voice was meek, but an attempt at carrying out small talk was made. she flustered & was compelled to look away; realizing just then how his stare both drew her in & repelled her. something so intense that could only be taken in small doses. she rubbed her elbow.
“happy belated birthday, then.” his voice was smooth, just like butter. each syllable spoken with such cantor; with such confidence that was intimidating at best & frightening to a girl who stuck to herself. “—i didn’t bring you anything, but i will make sure to do so next time.” it was one of those things that people said & rarely ever meant it; the kind of response one would give in hopes the other person would either forget, or there wouldn’t be a next time. many tried to appease her father through her, but never did she feel as if someone meant it the way he did; like they were doing it for her, & not for any other reason.
‘thank you, but you don’t have to— ‘ this time, her voice rushes. speak now or forever hold your peace, but before she could get any further, he utters the words “i want to” ; making her fall silent almost immediately. her face, unbearably hot & her blush, so evident that she was sure he could see it from where he stood. both hands came to rest against her cheeks, as if trying to hide her blush—as if attempting to make her embarrassment go away, but to no avail. her eyes couldn’t possibly meet his any longer, as she was sure that in his eyes, she was only a child with no real experience with the outside world. she felt small in his presence; as if his shadow loomed over her & sucked the life out of her being. she couldn’t possibly think of what else to say other than: ‘thank you...’. her voice, just above a whisper as hands finally come to rest on either side of her body.
he always greeted her whenever he was around. bowed in her presence, as if she was more than a mere child or the daughter of his business associate. whenever he spoke, it didn’t feel like an attempt at filling up the silence or pass time, but something genuine; asking what she likes & what she wants to do in life. however brief or menial these conversations were to him, each & every single one of them were kept in her memory as something precious—something that helped her out of this cocoon she had made for herself.
