Β Β Β Β Β Κα΄ Κα΄s α΄Κα΄s α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄α΄Κs α΄ΚΚ α΄Κα΄α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄Κα΄ α΄Ιͺα΄Κ. his dragons always on alert, scattered throughout the alleyways of wonyang, dimmed streetlights that would often flicker on and off, darkened silhouettes that mimicked the mundane lives of those who occupied the streets at night. it was as if, dusk and dawn were but mere illusions that made people fear for their lives, short lived and inexperienced were the hues of the civilians. yet his own, glistened with excitement and hope for his newfound love of peaceful, tranquil zephyr of the evening stroll. yet morning came, so abruptly, so fully of light, that it made him shrivel.
it was morning now, as light footsteps traced to the coffee shop not too far from town. he was told thatΒ ( @serahwy )Β was a regular here. and so, he had decided to bring it amongst himself to get the answers he wanted, the answers his daughter needed. jinah was a super fan of hers, yet she couldnβt fathom why the singer had randomly stopped and disappeared from the spotlight, it made jinah cry for days to find out that her idol had taken a break, coming back with useless covers of songs no one cared about. at least, to the minds of jin, they were worthless, but perhaps people within the industry and those who held such an interest found it worthy otherwise.Β
a hand pushing the door open, his eyes set on the young woman by the table. he heads to the counter, orders himself an earl grey, pays and takes the cup to the same table. he slides his cup onto the table, pulling out the chair in front of her as he sat down. pupils that mimicked the same hue of midnight reflecting in his eyes, an eyebrow raises before his features returning to their original impassive expression. he takes a sip from his tea,Β Β β seohare ? β
