#solisavior

                        “  Miss Rika. . .  ”

 HEAD turns from her attention towards the screens,  unbrushed hair falling into the girl’s face. Even still, bright  blue eyes remained in view as they stared towards the  woman who held position over everyone in Magenta. 

                        “  Was there. . something you                                   needed?  ”

( @solisavior | meme )

Steal Yoosung’s fries. Thief.

Yoosung had been holding the fry between slender fingers for the past few minutes, having zoned out while he was playing on his phone once more. As such he didn’t notice Rika approaching until she grabbed the fry and popped it in her mouth.

Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

   “You’re cruel, y’know? You think I’ll just haaaaand it over because V 

     practically adopted me or something, right? You’re just expecting the whole

     box now, right?” His words remain in a teasing tone for now, the seventeen

     year old leaning back in his chair to look at Rika with the fry box clearly

( @solisavior | meme )

No, it’s not, he wants to argue. Because everyone always leaves me. Except for you. If I get close to anyone else they’ll leave. You are the only person I can trust.

He doesn’t argue with her, though. How could he argue with his savior ? How could he ever insinuate that she might be wrong ?

meme / @solisavior

                  at first, rika doesn’t hear the words. at first, rika tells herself she’s imagining it. ( she probably still is. might be. but it doesn’t matter anymore, does it ? ) her body shakes in the power of her tears, in the power of how tired she is and how much she just wants it all to just stop. she is weak and this inside of her is stronger. something claws from deep within -––– looking up and seeing a form of herself, composed, ethereal, proud –––- she feels something inside of her quake. this -–– this is who i should be. this is who i can be. but this weak, sad part of her has to die off. like a shedding of a skin, rika knows that there is so much she has to let go of to become who she has to.

                  she dries her tears. she doesn’t stand because right now, she is lower than the other, and doesn’t deserve to look at them eye to eye. instead, she kneels before the other, head falling to the ground, and breathes deep the smell of the rug underneath her. rika makes a promise to herself that soon, she will be the form before her. rika makes a promise to herself that soon, she will never bow to another again.