#bwxtatmas

Pausing in front of her dorm, her eyes focused on the gift box. There was nothing sweet about this sudden gift. While others pranced about and looked at their gifts as though it was treasure, her body quivered in fear of the contents. “No…” she mumbled. Her eyes widened. Tatiana was leaving. She was leaving. She was leaving. 

Her body quaked with sadness, her mind went blank as she continued to read, and on the inside her body screeched with regret and guilt. Was there anything she could have done? Was there anything she could have said to make her stay? Wasn’t there anything to keep this beauty in her life? But mirrors shattered, broke and the smile upon Minhee’s lips was forced and broken.

Beautiful smiles and beautiful lips, kisses of sweet melodies that she would unfold and tell the tales of. Litanies and prayers were sent to the endless skies above, one day she’d come back, wouldn’t she? A siren of some sort, Professor Tatiana was a siren that had lured her to her death.

of course…

Funny.

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Siwoo is never been a heavy drinker, and drinking to his heart's content wasn't really the best choice of his life right now. 

[ sms⇢ilhoon ] I’m heading their now. well I’ve still to get dressed so I’ll meet you either inside the lab or the entrance you know me…always late. [ sms⇢ilhoon ] I’ll bring snacks. (` pressing the send button on her phone before throwing it onto her bed `) shit, shit. (` mumbling to herself fighting her way through her closet filled with clothes looking for her lab coat `) where the fuck is it..(` turning around with a frustrated sigh only to see it was over the chair `) thank god. now shoes…

[ SMS ⇨ Tat ] Well, I still have to get to the school, so feel free to take your time. I've come to expect your lateness. [ SMS ⇨ Tat ] Bless your heart.

It had been, well a bit since he had came back to the school and with the whole schedule change, it was making him feel like an idiot. Staring at the classes on the cork board, the white hair hanging loose on his head and the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Running his finger along under the line, he mouthed the words before hearing a greeting. Dark eyes blinked and Sol turned his head some to look at the source before seeing…well, a strange looking woman.

Looking down at the hand extended, he raised a slight brow but shakes the females hand some before quickly pulling his hand back. Letting his eyes look over her appearance, he fixed his jacket over his shoulders before shaking his head some.

why did you choose English as your second or third language? — fifty words.

that would be awesome to see that. it would be painful. painful isn’t the word its like belly slapping the water 10x