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things you said through your teeth, things you said too quietly, things you didn’t say at all @vepid

one. a lesson in wanderlust: they meet at opposite ends of a bridge like a fairytale. a restless girl and an impossible boy, her fingers like falling stars down his spine, his like a tangled net in her hair.

she thinks: getting lost in a faceless amsterdam crowd, him stitching their fingers together, this candy apple sweetness, la douleur exquise.

there is no method to this madness.

two. where does the moonlight go once dawn splits the sky in half?

three. it’s monsoon season and the rain pelts against the glass like a million knocks tunneling through the window. where does it hurt? here, he says, takes her hand and presses it to the hollow of his throat. here, her fingers soft against the bridge of his nose. here, in the subtle dip of his cupid’s bow. she sighs, leans her head in, holds his tongue between her lips, and waits for the rain to pass.

four. there’s a fading scar on his knee the size of a peach pit, from that one time he fell off his bike. he was five. clumsy clumsy, she says. laughs and traces it for the third time that night. hints of her strawberry popsicle still nip at her fingers. he presses them to his lips, and her heart stumbles at the heat of his open mouth against her shoulder. there’s one of her hickeys on his neck, from that one time in the back of his car. he was twenty-one. clumsy or stupid? she asks.

sometimes she feels like she can’t tell the difference.

five. it’s raining again, but all i imagine is a sunlit sky full of clouds. maybe i’m still champagne-drunk in a fever dream. all i remember is the inside of your mouth.

six. shh. close your eyes and focus on my voice. are you closing them? good, good. now imagine your happy place. shh.. can you see it?

she smells like oil. she always smells like oil. always got in on her, around her, staining and marking. pretty faces no longer matter in this world. everyone’s either stained or kissed.

hyejin likes to think she’s been kissed. even if people say it’s by the devil themselves.

calcite : my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

he’s an introvert that knows how to properly utilize an ‘extrovertedness’ that doesn’t truly exist. especially with his occupation it requires more reaching out than he’d prefer but if it’s to benefit the name then yes, a one-on-one conversation is very much worth his time. parties tire him out quickly, so he tries to avoid them at all costs which is why he enjoys going out of the country. it’s a perfect excuse to say NO! NEVER! but of course he will attend if it’s for a friend. he fares fine with groups of about 3 with exceptions being talks or project meetings with other fellow entrepreneurs in the business. he does what he can socially to make it work, not to please himself. 

dolomite : a sleep headcanon

he’s a night owl. in bed, he sleeps on his stomach with his arms up on either side of his head as if he’s playing a water polo goalie. he does tend to suffer from minor cases of sleep paralysis because of his poor sleeping patterns, but it only truly scares him when his eyes are open because looking into the dark causes him to see things or faces that aren’t really there. he usually falls asleep reading. 

adamonite : ADAMANTIUM!! (i spent like 5 min looking for this... but no..; u ; )

bih what u mean ur cuter

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