#mpxdiana

@mpxdiana

chelsea considers herself not just blessed because of her longstanding career and the opportunities given to her from a young age onwards, but also because of the people she managed to get to know along the way. touring across the world with her music has enabled her to meet many new people, some of which are definitely ones that stayed close to her heart.

one of those is no other than diana han, a girl just a couple years younger than her who she met almost a decade ago when she was playing in canada and who had decided at the time to come to an impromptu meet and greet of hers in a nearby bar. at this point in time, she considers the candian girl a close friend, having called her up every time she’d be in canada and meeting up without fail. it’s been several years now that she last saw the young woman, so it’s no surprise that when she spots the familiar face through a window, she’s instantly excited.

she double checks first, to make sure it’s really her friend - it seems everyone she got along with well in the past ended up at mount phoenix somehow and she wonders if their similar ancestry is part of why they get along - but then she’s rushing towards the store. the doors are open and so she rushes up with full enthusiasm, charging at her friend heedless of any other customers there might be.

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Diana almost could not believe what she had just heard. It was almost insulting, hearing Hwiyoung try to- what, defend himself? Defend his actions? Who the hell did he think he was fooling? Not her, not ever again. There was not a thing on this earth that could redeem him in her eyes.

“You can’t act innocent after what you did. You nearly killed me.“ Not to mention the things he had said; threats that still had her wake up in a cold sweat more often than she would like to admit. She wanted to tell him that he had no idea what he had done to her, but she knew that he knew exactly what he had done. He probably got a sick thrill, knowing that she flinched at the slightest sudden sound or touch and could barely look in the mirror because he had worn down her self-worth to such a startling degree.

“You... You ruined me. You don’t get to pretend you’re not a monster after all that. Get the hell away from me.”

She was right; he did find satisfaction in seeing her broken and messed up beyond repair. In fact, Hwiyoung had made it was bit of a personal goal to screw her up a little more every time that their paths crossed. Perhaps it was petty and he should have just let her go, but he had always been a sore loser and didn’t like not having the final word. It wasn’t that he had ever liked Diana either, seeing her as more of a tool than a human being, but the fact that he once possessed her still stood.

“No, I was angry and rightfully so,” he responded in a calm voice, head tilted as he looked down to her, “There’s nothing shocking about a man being upset that his girlfriend just suddenly decided to leave him. It’s not my fault for having loved you.” But the words were empty because there was no real need for Hwiyoung to act, and they both knew he was lying.

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he’s got a hand full of flyers, the other one passing them around to the people he comes across. they’re bright, colourful things, but in such a way that it’s aesthetically pleasing and not looks the way a cacophony sounds. he’s passing the pieces of paper around to promote his new business, since the business didn’t look like it’d been doing all too well before he showed up - and who would be better fit to give something a fresh start than a god who’s making one himself?

he’s mid spin-on-wheels when he turns right into an unsuspecting passer-by. it’s instinct to wrap his arms around her lithe frame, lifting her off the ground temporarily to keep them from crashing and her from falling. when he looks down at her after putting her back on her feet to voice his apologies, however, the recognition hits him like a tidal wave and his expression instantly shifts into a wide grin. he throws his hands up with a sound of happiness, tossing the flyers into the air as he does so, and then wraps her right back up in his arms, this time to wrap her in a tight hug and twirl her around a few times - a feat made easier by the fact that he’s on rollerblades.

“oh my god!” he exclaims happily. “a granddaughter!” he’s beaming with delight, not having had the pleasure of meeting any of his immortal children’s children before, and so he absolutely has no eye for the way he’s still in motion as he leans his head back to look at her more properly, take in her beautiful hair, her beautiful eyes, her beautiful face.

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It was a perfect spring day and Valentina was ready to head out and shop till she dropped when a sudden thought entered her mind. There was a certain someone she knew needed a confidence boost right about now and she felt she was exactly the person to help. Normally, she would call or text ahead but, knowing Diana she would probably try to find an excuse not to go out with her for the day so - showing up unannounced it was. Val wasn’t gonna even give her a chance to back out. She adored Diana, found her so sweet and adorable but also incredibly insecure and lacking confidence. Valentina disliked nothing more than seeing her friends doubt themselves and their worth. So, it was time for some lessons in confidence and a shopping trip.

Val arrived in front of her younger friend's door a little before noon, designer bag hanging on her elbow and dressed to the nines as always. She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and knocked three times. As the door opened she greeted Diana with a bright smile and a little wave. 

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Diana blinked, looking down at the Nerf gun in her hand. She had just found it on the shelf in the store and had been admiring it, recalling how she and her brothers had had Nerf gun fights when she was very young. She jumped a bit when someone spoke and she quickly hugged the gun to her chest. She hadn’t realized she was pointing it at anyone. “Oh, I’m sorry! I… don’t think it’s loaded,” she noted, grimacing a bit at herself. Why did she always have to be so awkward?

“Don’t worry, I won’t shoot,” she added after a moment, hazarding a small smile. “Not someone unarmed, anyway.”

"i didn’t say i was afraid you’d hit me,” tohil patiently replies to the young lady across from him. “i said if you point that gun at me, you’d better shoot.”

he keeps a straight face as he says it, but the mischievous amusement ripples right beneath the surface and he doesn’t attempt to hide the fact that he is keeping a straight face on purpose.

“i’ve always wanted to hold a nerf gun battle but i’ve never quite found a willing participant. so unless you’re planning on shooting me - and i am hardly unarmed but i will concede that it’ll work better if i’m holding one of them guns too - you better not point it anywhere in my general direction, for i will see it as a challenge.”

he grins easily then, reaching out to pick up another one of the guns from the shelf and inspecting it to figure out where the ammunition would be loaded in and how many of the little things the gun can hold in particular. then his eyes start skimming the surrounding things on the shelf to figure out where he can get some ammunition for it as well.

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Hwiyoung took that morning to prepare for Diana’s arrival. He wasn’t making her lunch or anything ridiculous, but instead spent the time meticulously smashing up his living room. Mugs were shattered on the floor, books were tossed and, as a finishing touch, he made sure to break a few framed photographs of himself and Diana. It was a big enough mess that he could justify not having cleaned it all up yet, but contained enough to look like a crazy girlfriend’s temper tantrum.

The knock on the door came just in time. Diana was under the impression that she was picking up her notebook but, and the thought made Hwiyoung smirk, she didn’t realise what she was walking into. She would return to him, his foolish weapon forced at his side, and Diana would never dare to leave him again.

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“Are you feeling okay?” Hwiyoung asked as he pulled up into the driveway of his apartment, “You’re looking a little pale, baby.” The words seemed to roll off his tongue in the sweetest manner and, with a gaze uncharacteristically gentle, it would have been easy to mistake him for someone else. The true Hwiyoung was never gentle, never all that sensitive either, but years of being raised by a daughter of Aphrodite had taught him a few things - and he never hesitated to make use of it when he needed someone to do something for him.

Reaching over, he brushed back a strand of hair from Diana’s face. They had just been out for dinner - a rather long and tedious evening for Hwiyoung - and he had taken her back to his apartment under the guise of having left her present there. But Hwiyoung had plans, something that had been concreted since the moment he first sought after the dear sweet Diana.

Giselle was happy to see Diana today. They don’t really say much to each other, nor do they do much, but she liked being around her. She was sweet and kind, and she knew so, from the way their elbows gently touched as they sat side by side on the bench at the park.

As a friend, Giselle was quick to name-call here and throw a snarky comment there; it was her way of displaying affection. Yet with Diana she had never done that. All she wanted to do was to keep her company, and hope the other felt as comfortable and calm around Giselle as Giselle did with her.