#fbxiseul

“Oh, are you now?”

His voice was soft, teasing and light; flecks of deep brown married with lighter hues looking up at her from beneath his light hair. It was rare for Iseul to skip writing club, rare for him to give up the chance to bury his face within his notebook and write until his fingers cramped from the odd position he held his pencil; but he could use a break from everything, and the chance to spend it with the girl his love was blossoming for was far better than ink stains and silence for the next hour.

“Alright, alright, fine!” he said with ease, tucking his belongings away in his side bag and slipping the strap over his shoulder, he pulled himself up from the uncomfortable wooden chair and met eyes with the other.

Eye contact was always awkward for Iseul, it made him feel like people were staring through to the deepest depths of his soul, of his mind. Cheeks going warm and pink, he let out a quiet, nervous chuckle and turned to look at the door as his fingertips brushed lightly across hers.

“Do you want to hold my hand?” 


Her eyebrow rose. “Really that’s all it took?” Out all of the time she knew the other she wasn’t sure anything could rip him from this club. Turns out all she needed to do was march into the room stating that she was going to kidnap him.

“Ah, I see. I wormed my way into your heart. I finally beat writing.” She joked and fist bumped the air. “Mission accomplished.” Star giggled slightly.

Seven Deadly Asks: Closed!

Greed: 7 things your character wants badly.

Suggestive Starters: Open! 

“I’m sorry– It’s just…” Marci couldn’t hide his snickers for very long and soon he was outright breaking down into laughter at the other’s get up. “Who put you in his? I mean– you look cute, but… who?” He manages to get out in between bubbling laughter and once he’s not doubled over just by looking at the boy. 

Honestly, this was the best part of the school year so far. Breaking tradition and regularity caused the masses to stir and their little minds to coil in horror at the mention of their annual ball being replaced brought the amused smirk onto her face.

What havoc can we wreak tonight?

Well anyone who openly volunteers themselves to be, of course. And that person was Nam Iseul. Strange little creature in a school of princes and princesses, Iseul leaned more on the side where peculiar lied. His mint green hair and sluggish walk was delightfully crazy and maddening, instantly catching her interest. Mind you, those who catch her interest never come out unscathed.

“You’re an absolute masterpiece. Just a wonderful piece of delight here.” One hand dipped in glowing paint, Sena stretching out the ends of his lips so that his smile resembled that of one who was insane. Not that there was a mirror in the currently flashing lights and blackened darkness around them. If there was any sign that she was ruining his appearance (what others would call ruining, she supposes, it was an upgrade in her view), it would’ve been from the passing students’ faces as the painted lines appeared on his face.

Her set of teeth shone brightly in the dark as Cheshires’ haunting, wide smiles do. She quirked her head, action luring in innocence and suggestion. “You’ll have to take your shirt off.” 

But first, before he could tend to any of that he needed to rope someone into helping him. Shrugging a shirt on and ignoring the way it sticks to the still wet paint on his back, he perches the brush precariously on one of the benches and goes searching. 

He almost comes up empty handed-- almost. He finds his helper in a boy who sort of reminds him of an ice cream cone with that hair of his (though Marci is no better sporting his safety orange locks) and his hand is wrapping around the boy’s wrist before he can get too far. “Hey!” A bright and sweet greeting that’s impossible not to give in to. His smile is much too sweet.