#shemren

❂ – It’s incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.

“It’s merely May, do you really think it’s the time for such a thing?” Seren retorts, frustration clouding her brow – it’s a battle she’s lost before it even truly started, and she’s well aware of it, but she’s not known for giving in to other people’s wishes easily, and today won’t be the day for that reputation to change. She’s swum in colder waters, earlier in the year, but she counts on the fact that Youngji doesn’t know that. But doesn’t she really? She’s certain she’s told her tales of her childhood… she may have mentioned that at some point.

Either way, the other girl is not fazed and, instead of commenting on Seren’s argument, she merely points to Myfanwy, who’s perked up at the simple hearing of the word ‘swimming’ – her big blue eyes are locked on Seren’s features, pleading just as much as Youngji’s are. “Don’t you think you owe Myfanwy the chance to cool down a little?” It’s true, the surge of heat that has taken over Seoul has Seren worried, the Husky’s coat is so thick, so warm that she’s not certain she’ll take it well.

But even so… she doesn’t quite feel like swimming. Not today. But she’s always going to put her puppy’s well-being over her whims, so, without even gracing the other girl with a reply, she picks herself off from the couch, sighing as dramatically as she could. “Get up then, both of you puppies! The beach’s waiting for us.”

“Yes, yes it is.” Youngji is a firm believer that it’s never wrong to go to the beach (regardless of the weather conditions and time of year). Come on, Seren, she seems to plead with her gaze, innocent doe eyes glancing up at the other once. Youngji would normally resort to shamelessly acting cute to obtain her wishes. It’s pretty devious but it works, at least, sometimes. She hasn’t tried the puppy dog pout on Seren to see its effectiveness yet, however she hopes it’s successful at least once in this lifetime. 

It’s a miracle (or perhaps the work of divine intervention) when she hears a response that sounded a lot like approval. Youngji bolts up from her seat in an instant, billowy brown locks bouncing up as she danced around in joy. “Seriously! Oh gosh, oh gosh, Let’s goooo” her lilting voice fades into the distance when she scampers to grab as much stuff as she could into a large tote. Swimsuits, towels, a run-down frisbee, and even a boatload (well maybe not boat) of snacks for them. “Which beach are we going to? Taking your car or mine? Ah, how long do you think it’ll be to get there?” words spill from her lips in a never ending dance, all in sheer eagerness. In fact, Youngji’s not known to be able to shut her mouth once she’s this excited. 

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36. “I hate you.”

Casual Busker Seren ʜᴀs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx!

renting flat #613, a two-bedroom apartment, willing to take in a roommate.

It takes almost a full minute for the girl’s words to properly sink in, the echoes still ringing in Seren’s mind. Why? Why would someone, anyone from this world be willing to sacrifice so much for her? They – she – knows almost nothing about Seren to begin with, and out of that little, even less is true. Guilt washes over her in thick waves, weaved with the smell of betrayal. For a moment, she wants to wound her arms around the other and tell her the truth: every little bit of it. But she can’t, simply because Hyejeong would not be able to believe it. She’s certain of that Perhaps she should have tried – it would have made her feel a little better, at least for a couple of moments, before shock would crash into the other. Instead, she simply shakes her head, frowning: a deep crease forms between her eyebrows, and it doesn’t go away, not even when she starts speaking. “Why would you do something like that? You don’t even know me well.” There was a biting undertone in her voice – one she hadn’t meant to let sleep… but she couldn’t help herself. “If you did, you’d at least know that isn’t true. I haven’t mastered being quite so heartless just yet.”

:: ( ice breakers - to shemren )

“For the first time in a while, no, you’re not late.” He wasgenuinely surprised, although it wasn’t shown by his fea-tures or by the tone of his voice. “Well, at least you havemanaged to get here, now we just need to  be  quick soyou can show me whatever you wanted to. I have a pileof paperwork to do when I get home.” Taekwoon  rolledhis shoulders into a light shrug, shifting  his  support foot,moments after tucking both hands  into  the  comfort  ofhis pockets.

A sarcastic reply burned her lips – the kind of line that would have made Hawke so proud of her… but she bit it back, hissing quietly instead: more feline than human once again. She had no right to say anything – she had asked, after all. No matter that it was a rhetorical question. She didn’t think she’d made that quite as obvious as it should have been. So, instead of clinging to matters of wording, she let her dark hues focus on the male’s arm, on the blood coating it. She sniffed the air, but to no avail – she could feel the metallic taste of blood in her mouth after inhaling its scent, but nothing else. “That wasn’t really a question, you know.” She exhaled, finally, inching a little closer to the stranger – it was a bad idea, surely, but she was intrigued. She hadn’t seen the marks of a fight in so long, and it made her feel closer to Thedas – as though she’d be watching her homeland through the thin veil of the Fade. “Your blood, of another person’s?” She pressed further, curiously, head tipping to the side so that she’d have a better view of him, for a moment forgetting entirely that, in the dark, her eyes glowed. She should have thought of it, should have hidden it… but it was too late now.

[ xx ]

       Don’t be smug, don’t be smug, don’t be smug. 

      “No need to say it like that. I just study people a lot for work, this is easy for me.” Change of plans; don’t be too smug. 

      Insoo grins as he lifts his cup to his lips, the heat of the coffee inside warming his hand as he leans on his forearm and looking out onto the street beside them. Even when he had time off he was still studying people, the way they moved and the expressions their bodies showed. It made for good reference material when he was working but he was off the clock now and so the camera that usually was fitted between his hands was home in its case. He traded it for a cup of salted caramel coffee and the empty seat he always had was now filled with a woman he liked to called often when he was looking for information on elvish lore. 

      Aside from going out for reference Insoo also needed research for certain jobs especially when the projects were for characters and he needed to design them and their worlds. Whenever he needed help for elvish information he went to Seren. Not only was she inspiring to be around and was knowledgeable but she was also incredibly interesting. When he called her and said he was free from work he invited her to coffee and lunch and ended up people watching which turned into them guessing things about the people that walking into the cafe.