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¶ + Chaaya
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Although he doesn't know much about Chaaya, he thinks whatever shampoo she uses smells pretty. He wants to ask, but refrains from doing so. Last thing he needs is to be called a hair-sniffer.
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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + Voyeurism
“it’s not a party unless you get to watch at least a little action go down, i think. it’s not something that like...makes me so hot it drives me insane, but you know, it’s pretty cool sometimes.”
Wrath
Wrath: 6 things that make your character angry.
Marci doesn’t get angry tho
1. When he messes up on a painting
2. When he can’t get a cheer routine down
3. When he can’t hold hands with someone he wants to
4. Fall, when all the flowers start to die
5. When he can’t pet a dog that he sees
6. When people are mean to him or others
¶ + Lanterns
Iseul always found lanterns beautiful, something about them felt right to him and made him feel at home. He has memories setting of lanterns with the villagers who had given him home when he’d found himself lost in his amnesia. Writing little wishes on the lanterns and setting them off to fly away in the sky on a dark night.
He thinks about his wish often and wonders where the lanterns had flown off to, the idea that it’s off still floating around puts a smile on his face when things feel dark.
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🎧 one’s role to play ;
[ @fbxchaaya ]
You would have thought that after three years, she would have finally close to anyone who was in the same club as her or, at least, anyone within the club was aware of her. She had this indomitable skill that even the magic of the godmother could not do anything about it. If she did not want to make her presence known, she would make sure that even her essence would be unnoticed (that was what she claimed at least). She would always be quiet (shy), would show the least amount of progress (embarrassed) around people and would not try to befriend any (uneasy).
Why was she in the fencing club really? She admired the others and how their sword dance. The female captain, for instance, was pretty talented, but, from wat she had gathered and observed, she was equally evil.
Just like any other day, she simply stayed in the corner and watched everyone in silence. She was waiting for everyone to leave, so she could try to practice what she had watched for the day. To some, she was probably wasting time and space while everyone was diligently focusing on training. In case that some were going to use any backhanded moves such as talking about her around her, she muted her aids. She was, now, staring at her surroundings, images in sequence or a movie without sound. Waiting for time to pass.
I want the K. {Room mate fun ;) }
{ i want the k : jawline kiss }
she had punched too hard, hit too soon. camille usually had more control than this; she wasn’t usually this angry for absolutely no reason. her knuckles were more than fine this time, but chaaya’s jaw was blooming with a bruise that grew just as quickly as the guilt in camille’s bones.
“i’m really sorry about that,” the princess apologised sincerely, close to tears at this point -- it took a deep breath and the realisation that she had an ice pack in her hand to make sure she didn’t shed any tears.
instead, her lips found her roommate’s jawline, kissing ever-so-gently (if it can even be called a kiss at all). the next to kiss chaaya’s jaw was the ice pack she pressed against it. “i’ll try to go easy on you next time, i promise!”
¶ + Meat
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The first thing that comes to mind when he hears the word ‘meat’ would have to be life source.
Growing up with a hunter for a father, he was raised to be the same way. He liked to hunt his meat and cook it himself, just as his father had taught him from a young age. Above those, he always ate plenty of protein growing up so he could be big and strong and outdo those who ever planned to step in his way.
While it has become more of a habit rather than a personal preference, a diet without meat would surely drive Aris insane. After all, who wants to live off of only vegetables and sadness?
