#astrinae

   She’s kidding, surely. Nana takes well to her handicap being overlooked, for the way she carried herself on top of her optimism made it minor. She could navigate through an entire city. Run a bakery almost single-handedly. But with cane in hand and black frames to scream ‘I’m blind,’ it takes a while before she can rally any sort of response to the girl. Only that which raised too much of a concern for her to neglect. “A gun..? W-Where?! I couldn’t see a gun.. I couldn’t even see him.” Cue in the shock and pity.

Despite the comfortable and luxurious life she’s lived, Jennie sure has seen things no one would have imagined her to yet the panic that comes right after witnessing something infrequent to a safe environment she was established in made for her poor judgement. Shocked by the unprecedented events, it takes a while to be able to register what was being said and as it slowly ticks, she takes a good glance at the other, albeit with a bit of hesitance over the head to toe scanning that she'd done which would have come off disrespectful. From that thought itself, she realizes the stranger wouldn’t know what she was doing because— surprise, surprise! This stranger is blind.

As if by reflex, she immediately bows. It hits her again how none of her actions would be seen and acknowledged by the other so a palm travels up and presses against her forehead over the subsequent realization. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t notice at first.” With those words said in a tone gentle and full of remorse, her eyes dart down all the obvious hints of her condition. “But, we should probably get out of here in case he comes back...” She says as calmly as she could even if she was shaking down to her marrow since she didn’t want to inflict the same anxiety to the other female. 

@astrinae  I love you and I miss you too.

this is more tragic than romeo and juliet

“Oh- H-Hi!”

He says so with a huff, greeting her while landing a jab on the side of his head as he jumped up and down. There was water inside his ear and he felt like he had a seashell stuck over it, constantly hearing a part of the ocean’s natural sound of splashing. The discomfort was starting to show but he had to tone it down so his friend wouldn’t get the wrong idea whenever their eyes met. But he figured it was better to come out clean now or else he’d drive her away. It was a must to shower her with as much attention as he could because they both knew occasions such as this were a rare occurrence, especially this year.

She certainly was not okay. Not that she was hoping for the girl to see her, but there’s no denying how harsh that fall was and she had no one to blame but herself. She was far too bold for someone who needed constant assistance. Always seeking to do the impossible, and wishing to see the world unaided by her guide stick. The white rod is snapped in half on the pavement as she sits almost a metre from it. Her knees a bloody mess, and palms scraped by debris no one thought to clear away. When most of the world was able it made sense to live her life in a way that adjusts to others, or so Nana thought. She pardons her wrongdoings and status as a social burden. She’s at the climax of weakness today as she pats around for a cane that was no longer functional, and there are tears rimming her eyes that threaten to spill should someone help her. How incredibly condescending it was. To live 20 years independently and yet, at the end of the day, the world was still in black. Her grandfather still tucked her in at night. Still blew on her food in the off chance she couldn’t sense it was hot. Only now he was far too old to pick her up, and she, far too lavish in pride to accept that someone was willing to help her. It’s the voice of a stranger. And she can’t hold it in anymore– She cries.   “No one… no one hurt me,” the pitiful Nana confesses. She would only hurt herself. The world isn’t this cruel and by all means, it’s her own fault. “I seem to have lost my stick. You’re not stepping on it, are you?”

There’s genuine concern that swirls in her eyes, gazing at the way the unknown female pats against the ground for something that seemed almost as broken as her. The tears fall fast, and it takes Jieun a moment to realize what’s happened and what her question seemed to cause. She can feel the worthlessness filling up the girl at a fast rate that she too could almost feel it wrapping itself around her own neck. She feels sympathetic and at the basis of that emotion was pity, one that she dared not to show to the girl. It was the thing she would’ve wanted.

“No, I’m not. But it is broken.” She kneels down and picks up the guide stick as politeness of the other girl. “Seems like you’re going to have to buy a new one.” She doesn’t know whether the girl would want to take hold of the broken pieces of what used to be her guide stick, but she doesn’t trouble her with handing it to her nor does she throw it away. She carefully tucks it underneath her arm and allows the girl to pick herself up, watching as blood flows slowly down her lower legs. 

The phone kept ringing, and he’s getting too tired of listening to it. Without even looking at the caller, he answers it, only to hear a familiar voice that chimes through the speaker. Myungsoo drops his pen, placing it on top of his papers while looking at his phone that kept blinking in front of him, he doesn’t know what went wrong the first time he went to her place, he just wanted to help, and he just wanted to give her an idea of what grandpa would feel as soon as she leaves him, sure, she deserves so much better than just this, but it was unfair for the old lad, and he doesn’t want him to be burdened and to think that no one would ever care for him as much as he wanted to be cared for, that’s unjust.

He listens, intently letting his fingers thread through the other. It was a good thing that his officers aren’t entirely nosy today, if not, they would be out to the door, looking at whatever, listening to him and bicker about how he got people in that attitude of his. Honestly, he wouldn’t know either, he is just… being himself at times, and he thinks that’s what people kept coming at, to try and change him and realize that he can’t be changed.

At times he wonders how he managed to find her, too, to find that woman with an aging grandpa, who managed to build a small pastry house to herself and to accommodate a lot of people with her state. He doesn’t think low of her, if anything, he thinks so highly of her because of what she accomplished, and what she might accomplish in the near future. He places a hand over the rim of his glasses to push by his nose, sighing as he picks his phone to poke the button to place her back to the handset settings, pressing his phone next to his right ear.

Spell a character’s name in my askbox and I’ll tell you my headcanons…for @astrinae

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?Answered. This is also the main reason why he likes to appeal to Nana’s senses, especially on that one time.. That he.. chose to have a cake on her.

S: How stealthy are they?Extremely, which is why there are only a number of individuals that can reach out to him, present company included. He isn’t comfortable disclosing personal information about himself unless it’s trivial. As a professional, he keeps track of everything he says and shares, because as far as he’s concerned, his actions doesn’t concern himself. It concerns the institution he’s under in, as well as the reputation he built for the family name. And as cliche as it sounds, the only times he becomes reckless are when he falls in love and out of love, but that’s another story.

T: Where are they ticklish?He isn’t ticklish, but there are a few spots on his body that would have him squirming away and snickering too quickly.

R: What are their hands like?Steady, not as calloused as the others, warm and soft, with a size comparable to his stature. His touches are gentle but his grip is firm. They’re just right.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?Answered. 6.9, because sometimes, he’s just a poor self-loathing little puppy on late nights.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?Answered. But he’d choose to eat breakfast if Astrina bakes for him.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

London:How do you take your tea?Paris:Describe your favorite kiss. — Accepting!