#remilisce

Usually when Aeri decided to leave town for an extended amount of time the responsibilities of her clubs and all other business ventures fell on Percy’s shoulders, why that was she had no idea. Especially when her brother also had his own businesses so he would be considered better equipped to deal with the hectic schedule of club owner. The girl ran her fingers through purple locks, a grin plastered on her face as she marveled at the havoc she’d wreaked. The establishment had been completely renovated (though it had only just been opened) and now gave off less of a sophisticated night club feel and more of a feeling you get when you just want to go to a place that’ll get you really fucked up in a matter of seconds, much more a Persephone feel.

despite having a license and access to enough funds to purchase her own means of transportation, april opted to walk to and from work, as well as to the store when needed. she didn’t really see the point in having a car when everything she needed was in walking distance - and if she wanted to go a little bit farther out of the way, then she could just use public transportation. if she was being perfectly honest, driving wasn’t her favorite thing to do. it was tedious and annoying and she just never bothered to do it when she didn’t have to. 

her coworkers knew about her aversion to driving and often tried to offer her a ride home after work, especially when it was dark outside. usually she would decline their offer - she actually lliked walking home, it gave her time to think - but it was one of those nights where she had a a lot of things to carry and she didn’t think she’d make it back to the 88 in a timely manner without dropping things or making a mess of the art projects she had to take home and grade. 

“thanks again for the ride - i’ll see you on monday morning.” she spoke through the car window, giving her friend a large smile and a wave, before lifting her bag over her shoulder and shifting the three other bags to one hand so she could dig around in her pocket for her keys. it only took a few seconds for her to realize that she was being watched, and her eyebrows furrowed. her head shot up and eyes scanned her surrounding area, before they landed on a familiar face in the darkness. “you know, lurking in the shadows and watching people isn’t really charming,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. it was the same person who had been watching her for a while now - usually she would have just ignored them like she always did, but for some reason she decided to confront the stranger. “can i help you with something?” 

Aeri moved around the VIP area overlooking the dance floor of her club, watching as humans poured in wearing the barest of clothing. Half of them already intoxicated. Her hair hung in her signature style of loose dark waves down her back, offsetting the tight red dress she wore. There were men moving around her like worker bees, bringing things to her attention, such as problems arising and being dealt with throughout the club, the arrival of guests she personally invited and themselves; pushing up against her, hoping to be the lucky bastard chosen as the nights arm candy. She wasn’t impressed though, there was only one person she wanted pressed up against her and he wasn’t there yet. It was time for a little bait.

sms ⇢ remilicious: Are you really going to keep me waiting tonight? sms ⇢ remilicious: What’s a girl have to do to get a little attention around here? sms ⇢ remilicious: Show a little skin? sms ⇢ remilicious: attachment

A tiny smirk played at her lips upon hitting send for the last time, now all she had to do was wait. 

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                          it was one of those clear summer mornings, where a gentle heat was warming the pavements already and the sky was a pure virgin blue overhead - beams of golden light spilling through the leaves in the park she’d passed by on her way to work. a crisp sort of air; felt good and clean in your lungs each time you inhaled. she was coming in early -- wanted to finish early too, had dinner plans with remi later that evening, so she wanted to make good on the promise that she wouldn’t be late. again. 

parking up by her little boutique, she climbs free of a cream-coloured, soft top volkswagon beetle; keys jingling away softly in her clutch, purse drawn to her shoulder and the blinkers flash as she activates the central locking system. heels click along the pavement as she heads for the front door - purposefully having left her day free enough to leave in time. 

                             she’s not the first one in, her employees are there, getting the computers up and running; laying out patterns to be cut and dusting off the mirrors around the fitting podium. she bids them a hello, accepting an offer of a coffee before heading towards her office a little ways down behind the receptionist; wanting to start answering her messages first thing. there was a soft little buzz of conversation between her peers, and whilst it was mostly about every day things and sometimes work; jessica’s ear caught something particularly interesting as she stood in her office with the door ajar, her hands paused in sitting her purse on the desk. 

               “they’re going out for dinner tonight, right?...”

                                                                          “yeah, to some restaurant up the river.”

                 “i’ve heard that’s a famous place for couples----”

                                                                            “well..... he’s always in here with her....”

                   “and she’s never been so.... touchy with anyone else....”

                                                                               “you don’t think?----”

                   “wasn’t he asking hye the other week about her engagement ring?”

                                                                                 “and how much it cost!”

                     “shit........ asking about rings too? and they’re going for an expensive dinner.”

                                                                                  “he’s totally gonna propose----”

                       propose? jessica freezes in her spot. clutching her bag as eyes open wide. remi had been asking her strange questions lately too--- what kind of flowers she liked, did she ever design her own wedding dress for the future, is she getting married in america or korea---- her heart begins to beat and there’s a fearful..... excitement? the seamstress just wasn’t sure.... marriage? that was huge. a big, big thing. 

* soft angst starters

                                    the curtains are only half drawn against the city’s nightly sky; a summer gloam of deep blue and streaks of lilac left from far reaching rays of sunlight - the last beams of the day disappearing beyond the horizon to bring dawn to a country far off. soft lamps cast only a gentle honey glow against the walls of her living room, casting long dark shadows to the cornices of the ceiling. the seamstress is on the rug, legs tucked neatly beneath her as she works away silently at the coffee table -- a ring-bound book opened flat, pictures of her most recent collection placed in careful spots, secured by clear plastic slips. she’s putting together a show for a boutique she’s booked in at.

                remi is laid across the sofa, legs splayed and an arm covering his face; breathing deep enough to convince jessica that he’d been snoozing somewhat whilst she finished up her scrapbooking. by the floor, to the corner of the rug, the seamstress had her little vintage styled radio playing - low enough to create just a murmur in the background, honestly, she thought she was the only one listening to it the past twenty minutes. however, remi seemed to have been paying attention; his melancholy question making the seamstress lift her head - watching him in a brief moment of  g u i l t y  silence. 

 --------- it’s years previous. of course she remembers.... except, they were in her studio apartment back in new york. the same song had been playing then. perry como’s ‘killing me softly’ crooning away, smooth and slow - a lullaby shake to the rhythm. they were back from dinner at some dingy italian restaurant they had frequented so much back then, pissed on shitty wine, happy.

                                                  jessica made him slow dance with her to the same song - her feet sore and red from ill-fitting shoes, her self-sewn dress swinging around her ankles. her cheek on his shoulder, eyes closed, mumbling the lyrics over a drunken tongue. they pushed her dining room table to the wall, cleared a little space between the bed and kitchen, danced as it got darker outside

                                                  --- but now it was seoul, they weren’t dancing, and jessica wasn’t entirely sure remi even wanted to be friends with her.