#opheiliac

          apollo's child [ the brightest star ] plunges behind the towering architecture with a messy splash that reaches the sky, painting it in a faint shade of royalty. his eyes are glued to the way the crown falls from his head then ascends to the queen of the night whom peeks at him so shyly [ pretty as always ] through the interstice in the clouds, not yet prepared but soon — soon, she will come out and rule. with her pallor and the crown upon her head, when the hour is darkest ; she will be the glowing contrast as she sits on her throne of obsidian, acetic stars gathering around her [ like little kids skirting the campfire ]. but his attention is unfaithful and before long, he peels his gaze from the emerging moon, suddenly finding beauty in the way the fire nibbles on the end of his cigarette. watching as the ghost of nicotine flees from his lips [ in a small plume ] into the dusk. it makes him wonder — how does it feel like to dissolve? [ he thinks about the ones that would miss him if he did. he counts those that would truly care. ] a cold tear settling on his skin drags him out of his reverie and he looks up to her once more just as a rumble of thunder is heard. it is her time to reign. he steps back from the glass railing then leaves the rooftop. izanami is not crowded tonight, making it easy for him to sway down the stairs and skip around. he beholds the dim surroundings with the neon lights in his eyes [ rendering them multicolored ] while he leads the cigarette in between his skeletal fingers to his lips, sucking in the toxic he's pretty much grown addicted to. his feet eventually take him to the bar, where he leans against the counter — and it's times like these, he muses, when loneliness is beautiful. lovers dance, lovers love, he watches ; a few souls on the floor, others lounging about. though, feeling another presence beside him urges him to glance over at the stranger. a girl, pretty, new face. he smirks then tilts his head to the side, "annyeong."           " heaven's crying, i think they're missing an angel. "

Her breath quickens, gaze averting from the stale pages of her novel to blocked sunshine, the figure of a woman in her sight. It doesn’t take her long to comprehend the situation—this was what she was leisurely standing around for. “They didn’t tell you, miss?” Margo asks genuinely, the hardcover in her hands haphazardly thrown into her bag. “It was rescheduled—the event. Instead of here, they’re hosting it a few blocks from this location.” Her lips curve in a faint smile, looking at the stranger in interest. “I could happily assist you there if you want?”

Sera was constantly worrying about one of her friends because of her frequent habits of either disappearing or relocating without a warning. It didn’t help that the girl was fairly young and in this day and age, it was easy for her to get abducted. However, given the girl’s strong nature, Sera knew that was unlikely to happen. Simply sitting on her bed, playing with her two mexican salamanders she was quite curious to know who messaged her after hearing the notification sound. Once she read the text, she furrowed her brows at the unknown number requesting her to open her door. Two things could happen: 1) one of her friends were playing a prank on her or 2) a crazy fan somehow passed the security and made their way to her apartment. Either way a bat was definitely needed once she decided to head towards the front door. It didn’t help that it was in the wee hours of the morning either. Opening the door just a tiny bit—enough to slip the bat through the cracks—Sera tried her best to look through the small space, eliciting a heavy sigh realizing who it was ❝Yah Shay! I gave you a key for a reason, child. Don’t tell me you lost it already!❞ The elder swung the door open, using the bat to gesture the other to come in ❝And did you change your number on me again?❞ 

❝Though I applaud you for the attempt, darlin’.❞

❝ It's not like I ask for a lot.     I just.. want to be noticed,    I want to be cared for.. for    me, not what I have. ❞

{ Yes, of course. It’s never too late, little cheesecake. It’s been weeks since they’ve spoken to one another, there are moments between them to where it becomes distant but surely enough the thought of the other never left Naeun’s mind. Jayoung is a good friend of Naeun’s that they’ve met in one of the most unexpected ways possible. In which notes were exchanged between one another secretly before meeting eye to eye in person. Despite how vague their answers are, they understood each other quite clearly compared to how others might see the way they react or speak. Naeun can see a resemblance sometimes, to how timid the other could be and rather reserved too but despite that she actually considers them to be have a pretty good bond with one another. It isn’t one where it becomes awkward after a moment of silence or uncomfortable when they don’t exchange responses quicker than the other. They’re quite patient, Naeun enjoys the aura that Jayoung gives towards her because it’s a warm, comforting type of aura when being around her. She hopes to hear from her soon, maybe a quick visit at her apartment or at least a phone call to a text message. Anything to where Naeun knows she’s doing okay when they part ways sometimes, that’s all she wants. }

~ Mivi