#inklvng

 ▌    ｡｡｡Caught. And undeniably so. How a wilted plant had suddenly bloomed upon Jisoo’s touch, it was impossible for Hanna to overlook the mystical act. The pair had been supernatural for a time longer than their relation, and perhaps this was it. The guardian would meet a fairy, and the fairy would meet a guardian. As Jisoo struggled to string her words together she held her hand out towards Hanna – a pale and aghast version of the friend she had come to cherish. There was no explanation to calm the mortal, if ‘mortal’ was at all appropriate, but rest assured Jisoo would be truthful to the only dongsaeng she truly trusted.

❝ I’m sorry, Hanna. I… I don’t know where to begin. ❞ Sighing, she returned the state of the plant to its originally late condition. She had averted her gaze, lightly tapping at the fence beside them, only to find her peer staring at the hands guilty of performing healing. Hanna was smarter than this, of course. She’d expect Jisoo to enlighten her if not decipher the act completely, therefore unveiling the fact that the elder was not of this world. ❝ I promise you, I am human. I was born to a human mother who didn’t want or take care of me, and I grew up a frail child. It’s still me, Hanna. I just… I’m capable of certain things and I won’t die like other humans will.❞

She stared, rudely even so but her eyes refused to look somewhere else and her mind was beginning to process what she had just come to witness. And for the split of a moment there was a terrifying realization hitting her, that Jisoo may not be the person the younger took her for - but even so, who was Hanna to point a finger at the other when she had so shamelessly kept herself as an enigma to most others as well? Her nature was no joke either and she feared the day where she would have to face what she wasn’t comfortable with just yet. But right now, all that didn’t matter - only Jisoo did and Hanna was, though surely intimidated by the sight in front of her, not willing to give up on a friendship she cherished so much.

Her gaze dropped onto all the other plants in front of her, causing Hanna’s frown to be replaced with a weak smile instead. And how could she not smile, when reminded of all the fragile life that she was surrounded with? She had heard stories of other faes, those who were bonded to nature and spoke to flowers like it was the most normal thing to do, but Hanna was no part of them: she belonged to those that were abandoned from the fae court for their rebellious nature and the desire to question everything happening around them. Or in other words, she belonged to the wrong kind. 

[ sms ]: Why

[ sms ]: Sorry I send that too early-

[ sms ]: Why did you leave me, Jisoo?

“Oh.”

( Your character has just discovered my character’s journal/diary. )

         Lovely, lovely Jisoo. I feel like such a bad friend for just disappearing without telling her. I didn’t even attend classes and just studied throughout the web. If I could, I’d make it up to her somehow but I don’t really know how? And in order for me to do that, wouldn’t I have to explain everything to her first as well?

       It’s such an awfully frustrating situation when you don’t know what to do. I wish I could go and ask someone else for advice on how to act, on how to behave, what to think, what to do, what to say but nobody is here to hear me out and that’s … sad. And I imagine Jisoo must have things she worries about too, so I don’t want to bother her. I do have to tell her because somehow, it feels like she deserves to know? Out of all the people I’ve met, she always took care of me and treated me well. I want to repay that with trust, if I can.

    I have no doubts she’ll understand me. Even when I returned, she welcomed me back with open arms and a warm smile. If only I had an older sister like her, then maybe the current situation would be a bit easier to deal with but it’s great that she’s still my friend; especially after my long absence, I hadn’t expected her to be so kind.

( nonsexual acts of intimacy. ) hanna having her hair washed by jisoo.

         she kept trying to stiffle her laughter, but when she wasn’t even granted the simple privilege of raising her hand to cover her mouth with it, it was hard to do anything else. of course it was absolutely lovely of jisoo to offer her help, since the younger often struggled with washing her long mane completely sans damaging it in one way or another yet it was unfortunately also slightly awkward, for the lack of a better word. and since the girls’ actions certainly served to create a comical atmosphere, hanna had a hard time keeping calm when she was supposed to be serious.

       ❝ are you sure you wanna go through with this? cause, you see, my hair’s pretty long. ❞ leave it to the young woman to mention the blatantly obvious as if it was just some small detail but somehow, she couldn’t help but question just why exactly a friend would do that. especially just around the same time hanna decided to dye it such a light color. and while she still insisted it was out of the blue and hadn’t been planned, the truth was much more difficult     yet some thoughts shouldn’t be vocalized and thus, remained in the depths of her mind.

{ But I, too, have a death note. This’ll have to be.. eliminiception.