At first I wasn’t what kind of theme I’d have...... but then I remembered some cool clothes that I have and put them together to make something at sasdagsdagsf

seungwan loathes being a lady. she loathes how her hair now has to be tied up well and pretty because she is supposed to and not because it gets in the way, and how she must always be the tidiest with her heels and fake smiles. she loathes the smell of blood coming from her and the monthly pains it brings, the too tight bras and how she must now take care of her figure because so is expected of her. but most of all she loathes this academy, its snow white walls and stuck up teachers, who themselves loathes little girls like seungwan.

in fact, she had arrived the place with intentions of making this a good – and short – stay, but her hopes have been constantly crushed since the first week there, when she was caught sewing a friend’s ripped and dirty shorts and was punished to kneel on tiny rocks for hours, until her knees were bloody and gross. they did compliment the stitches though, she tries to cheer up herself at the memory, but too sensitive thirteen year old seungwan, by then, only missed her home, mother, brothers and even father even more.

but the worst of it, she decides, it’s when they say she shouldn’t spend her time with dreams and stories, when she was by the window at economics class. the lecture then – and now -- is as long as it is dull, and even so seungwan hears it so many times people actually know her, even two years later, by the storyteller, as if it was something terrible, like a bloody corpse or a murderous mermaid (principal jung says they are terrible stories, and no lady should know them at all). in that manner, as the dreams become more vast and different and continuous, her friends list lowers miserably and the short female gets used to being alone.

yet, being especially disliked still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of her tongue even after she has brushed her teeth, and being around jung soojung often brings such feeling back to surface–which, apparently, has become something quite constant since soojung has been moved to the bed on the side of hers, and it’s not uncommon for seungwan to either write before falling asleep or when she has waken up – even if abruptly – if not both, only to find the girl staring at her.

The heavy coppery smell in the air was nothing new, and it was a smell of something he shouldn't be used to at his age. While blood was blood, this crime scene was different than ones he had been in before. Limbs were torn off in an almost animal like nature and laying across the pavement in the pools of blood. This vaguely reminded him of Hinata and what had almost happened at the hands or rather mouths of her Father's dogs. He could very well conclude that the victims were mauled by wild animals. Were there wild animals in Citta? Yet there were no signs of bites or of any prints in the blood.

"What could have....?"

No, before he starts to think too hard on the situation he needs more information. A witness or something, he needs to know it this was an animal or if the case just got a whole lot more interesting. He turned his back on the scene being careful to step by the police and not get their attention while he was sneaking by and they were making their way in. He had been lucky to arrive there first or he would have never been able to see what he had seen.

Sneaking out, now that was where he had made his mistake, taking glances over his shoulder as he stepped onto the street nearly bumping into a rather large man that just happened to be passing by. 

send me two questions. my muse will answer one. (1)

Rin scoffed. Those were some pretty touchy questions to think about, but he felt an obligation to answer them.

“Before he died? If I knew it was going to happen, I’d try to convince him not to go of course. If he said otherwise, I’d tell him I love him…” It was a little difficult to say what he’d do, it all depended on the situation.