#shuiwan

shuiwan:

Her heart skipped a beat, then perhaps another. Wendy had never given death much thought. Not since the night her parents had died, or that other night. She locked such things away, in the recesses of her mind. The notion made her blood run cold. Somehow, killing was even worse. What she had done, and what Irene had done, were accidents. There was something callous about his tone. He said it, as if they were having a normal conversation. This was wrong. How could he be so casual about something so final as killing?

She stepped back from him, wondering if that was all a joke.

"You…what?”

"I killed her." He calmly restated. The set of dark orbs blink while starring at the girl in front of him. Silence took over the conversation. How else could he put what he had done? His mind had turned cold to thoughts of death ever since his turning. It almost slipped his mind that humans were more sensitive to topics along the lines of one's final breath. 

The thought of his Mother used to make his stomach weak. Memories would flood his mind to the point of driving him in an intoxicated-a-coma. But somehow this time was different. The words just slipped from his lips with such ease it almost worried him. Though, her facial expression only worried him more. He lived his life wanting others to fear him but that was the farthest intention he had for her. If only she knew the circumstances behind the act. 

This is exactly what he hated the most about himself. As much as he loved drinking himself dry the aftermath of waking up in places he forgot how he got there was annoying beyond compare. Normally, one wouldn’t care as to where they woke up. They’d gather there things and be on there way. As for Spike, well…he had a bit of problem with just getting up and leaving. What his problem was, you ask? Sunlight.

There it was, shining brightly through the window. And there he was, sitting in the most shaded area of the circular library. Of all places he could have wound up he ended up in a library. This won’t be the first time but even so, he still found it strange. Spike’s eyes kept drifting back to the librarian who’s eyes hadn’t left him for a second. She was suspicious of him and she had a right to be. He’s already been sitting there for over three hours. He hasn’t touched a single book. He just sits there. Quite. Alone.

A rather short being comes out from an isle of books and begins looking at the shelves lined along the wall his back was leaning on. He may have been starring for longer than he hoped but since she either couldn’t tell or chose to ignore it and didn’t look back at him his eyes remained glued to her. Her hair was stained blue near the tips. He found the sight quite intriguing.

Minutes pass and she hasn’t move from her spot, still starring at the spines of many books all in a row. “You know,” Spike sits up a bit. “the book isn’t going to crawl out of the shelf on its own.” His words were meant to be taking in friendly way but his expression stayed calm, no smile to indicate that it was in fact only a small joke. Her head turns and her body follows. Her frontal view makes him quirk a brow. 'Prettier from the front' he thought to himself. “I know. I was only looking.” With a gentle nod, she continues to mind her own business and look for the book she was searching for.

"Are you sure you’re looking in the right place? You would have found it by now, love." Once again the female’s attention is brought back to him. That’s the way he wanted it. Forget about the books and focus on Spike, a motto he could live by. "These books aren’t in order but you’ve probably found that out already. Say, do you like poetry?"

The scene unfolding before his eyes felt like something straight out of a movie. Girl’s looking for a book, Boy tries to pick her up with some smooth talk and poetry. That wasn’t what he was going for, no. Poetry was something Spike had an appreciation for. Perhaps the beautiful woman in front of him did to.

"I hate it."

SEND A "SHIP ME" AND I'LL ANSWER THIS ABOUT OUR MUSES.

who cooks normally?:

The most possible scenario would be starvation, considering their lack of cooking skills, but in the critical moment, I guess they’d use some of their intellect to prepare something edible. They both don’t mind experimenting so who knows? Perhaps they’d manage not to burn the kitchen down and make some decent meal?

how often do they fight?:

Not very often. I could imagine them both being likely to compromise, instead of fighting. Seulgi is a free soul, yet it goes well with Wendy’s natural pursuit for knowledge and discovery. If their opinions differ, they would be likely to listen to each other and try to understand each other’s point of view.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

Since her childhood, Seulgi has been embracing solitude and doing quite well on her own, just as Wendy, who tended to discover and learn quickly, always spending her time on reading and observing. If they are separated, each of them would use it as a peaceful moment. Seulgi would probably do some yoga and Wendy would snatch another book to read.

nicknames for each other?:

Surely something concerning their elements, yet I don’t think they’d even bother to use some special nicknames. Too illogical.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

Probably because of Seulgi’s stubborness in saying no to that, for the sake of peace, Wendy would pay.

who steals the covers at night?:

Definitely Seulgi. Despite her naturally cool skin, lower temperature of her body, she gets cool very easily, even putting on an extra t-shirt or sweater during winter. It would be some sort of instinctive action. Perhaps, they’d fight for the covers at times, eventually cuddle. Of course, just for the sake of the warmth because it’s logical.

what would they get each other for gifts?:

Books from Wendy’s part and pieces of clothing from Seulgi’s. Everything that would stress their personalities and individualism. Seulgi is quite sentimental, so perhaps, she would try to get Wendy something meaningful and quite valuable, while Wendy would surely think of useful gifts.

who remembers things?:

Seulgi with her eidetic memory would remember the littlest details, mostly images, but also the most random things. Wendy would pay attention to the most remarkable and essential matters.

who cusses more?:

Seulgi. When upset, she’d lose control over the words slipping past her lips.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

It would be a particularly complicated situation, considering their little ability to express emotions. If Seulgi was the one to hurt Wendy, it’d take her a while to apologize or express her apology in a human way. After hours of grumbling and huffing, she’d feel bad for hurting Wendy, yet she’d be the one to soothe the situation with words mostly, as she’s not very affectionate. Wendy, on the other hand, despite her usual silence, having a better bond with emotions, even if they are still hidden, she’d be likely to approach Seulgi and eventually after hundreds of “I really don’t understand you.”, she’d initiate some contact, perhaps. The action itself, as it comes from someone Seulgi is close with, would be a good step in their possible reconciliation. Depending on how serious the situation would be, Seulgi may get much more caring and altruistic, even admitting that it was her fault. 

who kissed who first?:

It would be a very awkward moment as they are both clueless and rather shy in terms of affection and physical contact.Despite their lack of experience in this field, I think Seulgi would kiss first. It is probably the fact she’s naturally confident and curious about everything, including such matters. 

who made the first move?:

Even if the kiss was initiated by Seulgi, Wendy would make the first move. Why? Because Seulgi is a very oblivious one, unless she’s told clearly about the matter. That’s why she’d need an impulse and someone to initiate the first move. And here comes Wendy… oh.

who started the relationship?:

Impractical. That seemed to be the case for her running away. She never thought of survival. She just took off. Wendy thought she had it under wraps. The one thing that gave her away, despite her straight face, was the redness of her eyes. She probably wasn’t aware of the fact that she had been crying. She tended to ignore these things. She relaxed her grip on the book to pass it over to the male, “I…I finished it.”

The familiar chime of the bell ringing as the bookstore door swung upon captured Aaron's attention from the book he was currently reading, brown hues flickering up to see who it was and he was met with the familiar sight of the blue haired girl. A small grin graced his features at the sight of the female as he bestowed the question upon her.

He walked over to take the book from her possession, but as soon as he was close enough to take in her facial features, his actions came to a stop. The male was greeted by puffy, red, swollen eyes, and a gloomy expression that was washed over her usual bright, curious blue eyes.