she's probably embarrassing herself, staring the way she is. she stands against the wall, delicate fingers wrapped loosely around a ( non-breakable ) cup of water. her hands are sore, cuts hidden beneath the gloves but bothersome all the same, and she tries to be gentle with them. she runs the pad of her index finger along the rim of her cup as her eyes wander around the room, taking in the same magnificent sights that have surrounded her for the past hour or so. the gorgeous dresses, the tailored suits, the pretty lights, the ornate decorations. . .
only for her eyes to drift back to her, as if bewitched.
( @lvelydice ) is almost poetic in her beauty. the red dress grazes the floor with every step she takes, swishing around her feet in such a way that it almost makes it look like she's gliding through the room. the light catches on the gold of her chain, dangling in front of her breast, and reflects a shine back to the rest of the room. when she turns, there's a glimmer from her hair piece, tucked delicately into the twist of her bun. she does justice to her namesake, eunbi thinks; she's the kind of beauty one would look back for.
eunbi's eyes slide away from her attire to the expanse of bare skin ⎯⎯ flawless, unmarked skin, interrupted by the scars on her left brow and right finger. eunbi's gaze runs over the mar of her skin, the slight bumps created by time's healing. they draw less attention than the beauty mark on her nose ⎯⎯ or, eunbi's preferred, the one beneath her eye. it's pretty. everything about jangmi is pretty. the slight alterations from the norm only make her more so.
when eunbi pulls her gaze up from jangmi's hand, their eyes meet. she quickly drops her gaze back down to her cup, but can't help the shy smile that curves her lips. she tests her teeth against her bottom lip and takes a sip of the water. she stops by her table to place the cup in her spot, then exits the hall for a moment of privacy.
she steps onto the outdoor patio, relieved to find it bare of students or staff. the night, though lovely, has been suffocating. it's a relief to breathe in fresh air and not have it pass another person first. she breathes in deep, allowing her body to relax for the first time tonight. she centers herself in the chill of the night and the dulcet tones of the ( music ! ) playing from inside. she looks down, her hands spanning across the skirt of her dress. as up and down as this night has been, she's glad she came. if only because it's rare that she can dress up this way. loosely gripping her skirt, she spins around, swallowed up by the music.
heels click against the patio and she stops, coming face to face with the same girl she's spent so much time watching tonight. " oh ! hi, " she says. then ⎯⎯ " would you like to dance ? " she blinks, taken aback by her own words. " i ⎯⎯ i'm sorry, " she says quietly, words caught in an airy laugh. her tongue is too loose; she blames the champagne. " i don't know why i asked you that. "