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Jieun admired those who lived with passion, who lived for something other than themselves. They had a world in their hands beyond even her own comprehension, and she was envious of it. Then she grew to understand why she was envious. She had all the time in the world to do all these things, and yet she doesn’t. She was simply too afraid.

A coward.

The sequences of cars passing by them, streaming together like seams on the inside of a piece of cloth, rendered her mind blank. Maybe it was thoughtless of her to blank out when the other was speaking and to look at meaningless things rather than listen to her words.

And yet she couldn’t stop. Not until the very last bit of her spoken thoughts.

“You really think that huh?”  Were the first words she offered to Soojung after being mute for so long. The bus rumbled against the rubble of the road, moving her body whenever it leaped over the tiniest bump. She could see Soojung’s furrowed eyebrows through her reflection in the window. It was strange how even when she wasn’t looking at her, she could see everything so clearly. 

“Lives are nothing more than just that: moments in time.” She sighed, her eyes finally looking away from the window and toward her hands. The inked words on her wrist crept out from beneath her cardigan, a reminder to herself that she was not someone who could understand the meaning behind words about life and death.

Then again what did she know about living.

“Stars are just beautiful to look at.”

Maybe it was a personification of herself. Jieun was just like a star.

“Everything we see about them has already died out anyway.”

She lived though she died.

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Do I Follow Them?: just started following you today, oops. i’m pretty sure i’ve followed you on almost all my other accounts though so don’t kill me.

Do We Role Play?: i think we might’ve? a long time ago on aim or something. we didn’t know each other then though, and i don’t remember much, so i’m just gonna say we don’t/haven’t but we have to.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: see above. i need to see soojung and kade bonding over hating everyone in the human race, save for a select few. that’d be the much needed touch of fluff/crack that this muse really fucking needs. kade needs to chill, preferably with soojung, who’s one of the few that don’t drive him insane.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: au where soojung’s an actual psychic and reads all kinds of bs for kade just for shits and giggles. 

A Song For Our Muses: midnight moon – oh wonder ( i actually have no idea, so here’s a random song that i think vibes well with them. very chill. )

Do I Ship Our Muses?: can’t tell right now because we haven’t actually roleplayed, but yeah, sure. probably as really close friends that sit at pretentiously artsy cafes to people watch ( see here: insult everyone they see and laugh at the idiocy of pretty much all humans ).

What I Think About The Mun: we started speaking not too long ago ( courtesy of eramun ) but i feel like i’ve known you forever. you’re pretty much my mother ( sorry that you have so many fuckboy kids ), which says a lot. i don’t know how much you want me to kiss your ass, but i’m being 101% truthful when i say that i admire you a lot: your writing, and aesthetics and all that jazz. i love how committed you are to actually writing, which god knows is fucking unheard of in krp. i love how you carry soojung, and how detailed you are ( to the extent of reading two ballerinas’ biographies. side note: who the fuck does that other than you ). it’s fucking amazing because it makes things so much more realistic and i respect that. i don’t think i want to comment further on our friendship, because that’d be a mess, but hey. you’re pretty cool.

@hydriade  { - send a sentence prompt - the civil wars. }

There were days when Christo would suddenly get a spark of inspiration. He could be listening to a song, or someone said something and then inspiration would just hit - and he’d begin to write, and write, and write some more. Lyrics, compositions, somewhere in between. 

He’d hole himself up in a corner of some cafe and sit in that booth from opening until the shop closed at 11:PM and after closing a diner was his next destination, take a seat, then let his hand fly across the page after page once again. Tearing out the pages every now and again, rewriting. Get agitated over the fact that sometimes he couldn’t write fast enough and he’d lose the words altogether and mourn their lost by drinking another cup of coffee, alcohol, whatever he’d ordered in his daze.

During those days, he’d isolate himself. Another day another cafe and diner to spend the day in. Christo could go days without sleep, and even more days without eating properly before it took a noticeable effect on his health. He’s busy typing away at his laptop when suddenly the laptop is closed then picked up, and he looks up with a word of protest on his lips that dies the moment he realizes it’s Soojung who simply stares back at him. He hadn’t even noticed she came in. “Soojung, give it back.” He says, reaching for the laptop and she holds it out of his reach without saying anything. Christo gives up after a few more futile attempts, leaning his back against the cool faux leather booth seat, draping his arm over the back of the seat. “What’s all this about, Sooj?” 

❝I just wanna take care of you.❞ 

The statement is odd, feels out of place and doesn’t settle well in his ears, but it does make him wake up. His eyes fall on the diner and he can’t even recall the name of it. He knows its been at least a week since he went into his daze, that was normal but for Soojung to personally seek him out meant that it must have been longer than a week, perhaps three. He prays it’s not more than three. 

Christo leans his elbows on the table and runs his hands through his hair. Exhaustion hits him harder than what he would expected, he can only imagine the dark circles that might have formed under his eyes from the hours of staring at the computer screen. He peeks at Soojung through the space between his fingers and sighs. What an odd pair of friends the two made. Christo with the lingering stench of alcohol attached to his clothing. Soojung with her water lily scents and ballerina poise.

It really was as she would always say: Christo was a raging river that ran along rocky path with a dangerous current. Soojung was a fresh spring brook with fresh cool water so clear you could see the pebbles decorating the brook. It moved on its own path, but smoothed anything in time. And that’s how she was to Christo, she smoothed out all his rough edges. 

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She thinks in steps, calculating her every action before interacting with even those who were of the slightest worth to her. Seolhyun has come to be careful around Soojung despite considering the other female close enough to be a friend of sort. She could never be careless around someone as cold and calculating as the other, always quirking her lips into a slight smile when she greeted the other to feign complete trust. 

Long ago she created a gap between her and other people, never allowing anybody to get too close even if sometimes life became rather exasperating at time. A good friend who she could reside in would probably be for the best as a therapist was out of the question, but she felt as though the things she had seen were unspeakable. One wrong slip of the tongue and she’d be clad in iron bracelets behind a set of unbreakable bars. That was simply not a fate she could allow.

Soojung speaks and Seolhyun doesn’t bother to lift her head, dark eyes focused on her cell screen, thumb continuously dragging across the screen as she took in the afternoon’s news. A dull silence settles between the two, but she doesn’t bother to break it, too focused on the device in her hand. She peers up when nothing catches her interest, setting her phone down beside her and resting her face on her palm, one brow quirking at the question.

civil wars sentence starters meme. ( status; accepting ! )

carmen took heed of her words, eyes scanning the mural in front of her dedicated to the goddess of the spring, the queen of the underworld, the woman of many faces. a pensive hum sounded to let her best friend know that she heard her words. what she decided to do with it was a different story. she’s heard the tale before, and when she was younger she thought it to be a brilliant story, a classic tale of a person seeing something that they wanted and getting it. she wonders if she would have fared well in those times. the present and the ways of its people made her weary. it was always endless riddles with people, finding it logical to do multiple twists and turns to tell other’s what they wanted.

but not hades. he saw what he wanted and used his resources to get it.

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( sms: dumb twin ) ….can I say that I’m laughing now? Yes? Okay.

( sms: dumb twin ) wHAT KIND OF BOOK WERE YOU EVEN READING