🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE

Dawei was actually quite lost in his own world as he mumbled to himself, mind wrapped around the concept of a new poem he began work on. Talking out loud, fiddling with his fingers, a slight furrowed brow, his surroundings were nothing but vague blurs. That was until a small squeak caught his attention followed by a slight tug on his sleeve. Dragged from his thoughts, he noticed (finally) that Minji had been walking next to him.

“Oh! Hey, saozi!”

Then, he realized she was trying to draw his attention upwards and he slowly tilted his head back. 

@asy-minzy With Dawei

“How do you know so much about hair…..? Minji inquired, watching Dawei in the mirror as he pinned her bun of curls in place, leaving loose ringlets to frame her face. 

“Not by choice, I can assure you. Out of necessity. Koei- I mean, Dad, was able to step in when Hana needed it but he was horrible with the girl side of things. If she needed to get dressed up for something and wasn’t able to do it herself, he was at loss and somebody had to figure it out. Jun is too much of a boy, Athenais is like a ghost and hard to find, and Zinger….well….. is Zinger. So I picked up a few things here and there, helped Hana out in the fashion department when I could even though I prefer writing poetry as my creative outlet.” 

He brought over a thin piece of fabric, sheer and close enough to a veil for him to use as an example. “Now, this style works with a veil that will cover your face,” he said, holding the fabric against her forehead so it would drape down, “or one that is in the back,” he finished, taking the fabric and positioning it around the bun where a veil would be. “But you know, it’s totally up to you.”

Minji nodded, looking at her reflection in the mirror, Dawei looking over the subtle creation he had made with her hair. It wasn’t poetry but it was still a masterpiece. She sighed softly, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. “How will I know if he even still wants to marry me?”

“Now, what kind of a question is that, saozi?”

“Saoizi?”

“Oh, uh, it means sister-in-law. Still. Explain. You were about to do that.”

Minji shrugged, taking the makeshift veil to play with between her fingers. “Wedding jitters? I don’t know but I keep worrying that he’ll just…. disappear one day and never come back. I don’t see him often- which isn’t his fault and I completely understand-,” she interjected quickly, “But I’m afraid that one day he’ll appear and realize he doesn’t love me or he’ll just stop showing up altogether.”

Dawei’s frown became more pronounced as Minji spoke and, once she had stopped, he pinched her shoulder, eliciting a pitched squeal from the bride to be.

“What was that for?”

“When Jun is freaking out or overreacting, I sometimes pinch him to make him focus. I was hoping it would do the same for you.”

“It gave me a pain in my shoulder......”

“But, you’re thinking about the pinch now, and your mind is cleared out of the other stuff which was confusing you. Jun loves you more than life itself, I think. And I mean that literally. Gege thinks in hyperbole, everything is an exaggeration. When he says he’d die without you, he means that. If he disappears, it’s not because he doesn’t love you. He’d probably be fighting to see you anyway.”

“I know you’re right. I still can’t shake the feeling.”

“It’ll pass,” Dawei assured. “Besides, Hana wouldn’t let him disappear on you at all.”

“What about you?”

@asy-kyuhyun

Warm weather was nice. The sun out, casting lights and shadows across the grass, recently cut so it couldn’t exactly dance in the light breeze but it did it’s best. Dawei had been triggered early that morning over something trivial (of which he had already put out of his mind) and found himself outside, composition notebook and black ink pen in hand.

It was too warm for his sweaters; the only downside to the weather getting warmer in his opinion and so he sat in one of Jun’s dark red tank tops and some light grey skinny jeans he stole from Zinger. It was a perfect outfit to sit in garden somewhere cliche, like under a tree or near some flowers, and attempt to write some poetry.

The woman that he was being introduced to would not have blinked twice at the person in front of her. To the observing medical student, as the doctor had said to him, Dawei would appear as a young woman in a black, overly large sweater, shoulder length, dark purple hair pulled back into a low hanging ponytail. But the young lady herself was not present; Dawei was in control. And after the doctor explained to the young student that this particular client suffered from dissociative identity and that the host, Hana, may not be present, attention was turned to Dawei to introduce himself, who looked to the young lady with a smile and bowed his head.

Dawei stretched, arms out to his side as he stepped out of his room. It was an interesting place he found himself in. Jun had told him they were in a hospital but it was just so quiet. Hospitals were full of sounds, loud and soft but this place. You could really hear a pin dropping against the tiled floor if you wanted to. He huffed softly. No wonder Hana was breaking down. Any one would lose what mind they had in a place like this. It was just too…. desensitizing. He sniffed, nose wrinkling. 

Dawei had settled in nicely. The room was plain, a little too much white for his tastes but it was still suitable. He found a sort of dirty blue sweater to wear, the opening at the top sufficently stretched enough to where his collarbones were visible and his hair was already in a ponytail, bangs framing the right side of his face. He had found an empty notebook and a pencil and had begun scribbling strings of words together when the knock and soft voice came to the door. His head tilted as he stood up to open the door, head peeking out just a little bit.

“Hello?”