#blaucs

text meme

✆  for a morning text.

[ sms → seulace ] are you up yet? I’m digging breakfast on a rooftop. I’ve got a basket of food. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll be on my way to pick you up.

✉ for an unsent text.

[ sms → seulace ] You’re always gone. Where are you?

☎ for a rushed text.

[ sms → seulace ] Hey, can I borrow your waffle?[ sms → seulace ] ...waffle maker...

⁇ for a drunk text.

[ sms → seulace ]  Everything hurtsrs. Especially when I think about what haprnpened. I’m sorry.

✿  for a suggestive text (turned not so suggestive).

[ sms → seulace ] I’m watching something steamy right now. Want to know what? [ sms → seulace ]steamed broccoli.

ø  for a late night text.

[ sms → seulace ]Remember that place I told you about where you can see nearly all the constellations this month? Come with me. I’ve got a confession to make.

✘ for a hateful text.

book starters

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

★ - Want to watch a horror movie with him? Forget it as soon as you came up with the idea. He’d plug in his earphones and cue some music so he cannot hear the voices in the film. Also he’d most likely just stare at the screen through some tiny spaces in between his fingers yet eventually wouldn’t fall asleep alone. He’s easily scared by such things. 

★ - At first he’s giving off a cool and chic vibe that might be a huge turn off for most of the people, though inside he’s a careless child and a sincere young man that is really fun and usually just plays around, smiling a lot. It’s not that easy to see this side of him though, he doesn’t open up quickly. 

[  blaucs ]

“I’ve brought flowers for you.” He didn’t know what surged through his body to give him the strength to stand where he’s standing. He knew time was ticking, and the more time he spent in front of her tombstone, the more his enemies were getting the upper hand, yet he couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He belonged in front of her tombstone for it was his reminder that he messed up yet again. He had let another life be taken because of his actions, and now he has to suffer the consequences of still being alive while she lingered as merely a soul in the sky of heaven. But he would remember her just as those who knew her would. She had a knack of imprinting herself in the lives of those she touched whether it be in the form of love or hate, he knew he would never forget someone as charming (he would this term lightly) as she. Finally managing to kneel down, he placed the flowers beside her tombstone, clapping his hands together out of respect before returning back to his standing position.

No matter how frustrating she could be, he still held a respect for her. It wasn’t a surprise to him that when her funeral came around, he wasn’t invited. He knew that he could visit her at her tombstone, and to have been invited to such an event meant that she thought of him more highly than he thought she did, and that was not the case. Something inside of him was grateful that he wasn’t invited to her funeral. The guilt that attached itself to his heart would’ve been bigger, and his chaotic mind would’ve been twice as miserable if he was. He’s fought with demons all his life, has been entangled by their charms and taunts each time they came around and whenever they won, the guilt and regret stirred within him like a bubbling liquid in a cauldron just waiting to explode and wreck havoc. 

“Nice seeing you here, Takeshi.” His head turns to look at the soft voice, staring at an unknown girl who had a small smirk tugging at her lips. He stared indifferently at her, bowing just a bit before moving a little to the side for her to stand. He didn’t have the slightest inkling as to who the girl was, the thought of how she knew his name completely going over his head, figuring it was someone close to Sooyeon. At that, he felt nervous and contrition coursing through his body like a snake’s venom after its bitten its prey. He nearly winces when she claps her hands together, closing her eyes to offer respect to the snarky girl he once knew. He remains quiet, biting his lip as he merely stares at Sooyeon’s tombstone. 

It’s been nearly fifteen minutes. The girl continues to offer her respects, and Takeshi thinks it’s high time for him to leave her to her prayers. He offers a full bow to the deceased girl, muttering an inaudible prayer before he started to walk away, but only to be stopped by the sound of the girl’s voice that was full of sarcasm and richness. “Where do you think you’re going, Takeshi?” His eyes spins with images of Sooyeon, remembering how she used to say his name that was in the same manner as the unknown girl. He turns his head at this, cocking it to the left just slightly as his dark orbs swim with confusion.

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He figured it came from her past experiences. Her solemn expression meshed uncomfortably well with her knitted eyebrows, telling him that her words were not meant to comfort him but to warn him. He didn’t know why he told her that he’s never been in love before, but when he did, he was surprised that she didn’t give him a snide comment or insult him but rather gave him advice on what it meant to be in love. It wasn’t as pleasant as most people around him have told him, but sure enough, he felt her words rang truer than anyone else’s. Not everyone could have a happy ending, but everyone did have an ending. It was tragic, really. How people are born into this world without knowing what they are born in to, but as they grow up with free will bestowed upon them by God, their stories are written by a phantom writer that cares not what happens to the people, but simply waiting for their story to end so that he can start another novel. Some are short with happy endings other long with sad endings, but whatever ending a person had, they were given an ending. And that rang truer to Takeshi than even her words. 

The air around them was tense, neither one of them speaking but rather absorbing in what they had either heard or said. They were left to their own devices and either one could’ve gotten up from their seat and leave, but they had remained behind until they were the few twinkles of life left in the large dining room. Suddenly his tie felt a little too tight around his throat, and chandeliers hanging were a bit too bright for his eyes, so he closed them shut and allowed the darkness to envelope his eyes. Suddenly he had forgotten how, in a big dining room such as this with people dancing and laughing, he had found her in her seat in the first place. He opened his eyes again to look at the girl who had been staring straight ahead toward where the large painting was hanging. He wondered what she must’ve felt when all she could see were black, white, and hues of gray while everyone else were in awe by the colors that swirled together to create the masterpiece before them. Suddenly he felt guilt building up in his chest, her words from earlier on slowly delving in the back of his mind, before he let out a heavy sigh. 

“You’re a lot like her.” His voice is soft and smooth, coming out with just inklings of the regret he knew she was all too aware about. Something inside of him stirred whenever he was with this particular girl. All the same emotions he felt toward Sooyeon resurfaced, but along with them, came the regret and guilt he felt for allowing someone like her to leave the earth before it was her time to go. “She would’ve given this type of response too. Well, at least I think so. She was a peculiar girl like that.” Looking at her for too long made his heart clenched in pain, and so he took it upon himself to look down to the ground this his elbows on his thighs. “You can never know what she says next. It was frustrating, really. You’re so sure she’s going to say one thing, something snide, and all of a sudden, a sullen breath of air comes out of her and nothing snide slivers off her tongue. Just wisdom.”  

“Goodnight to you, Takeshi.” Was all he heard until the doors of the dining room were cracked open to allow her to leave. The chandeliers grew dimmer, and he was sure he was alone in that large dining room. His eyes were downcasted as he tangled his fingers together, his eyes wide as he clicked his tongue in realization. Suddenly everything made sense. Suddenly, he realized why he saw Sooyeon in this particular girl. They were one and the same. And all he could do was smile.