#wcprompt

"How was your flight here?" Ryouichi asked as he untangled the intestines between his chopsticks. Vienne giggled as she picked up her own and tried to help him, only for the steamer knock into her face.

"It was fine, thank you," Vienne pressed her hand onto her face, adjusting her glasses for a moment before deciding to take them off. Right then, she waved her eyes at the emerging smoke. Meanwhile, her ring shone in the fluorescent lights; Ryouichi caught the garish glow of Vienne's turquoise, then grabbed her hand to examine it further.

"Did the merchandise get there safely?" He asked, before watching his meat again. Before he knew it, the pale flesh turned brown and then suddenly to black. Startled, Vienne fanned the smoke, before splitting the remains amongst herself.

Narrowing her gaze, Vienne tried to give a signal before eating, focusing on the dry meat and its rough texture. Chewing, she tapped her foot on the ground as she tried to savor the experience, one she neglected whenever she passed a Korean restaurant. Meanwhile, Ryouichi laid the tips of his chopsticks on the grill, sloping forward like a damaged bridge. Once she finished eating, she nodded with an awkward motion, her chin jutting forward.

"That's great--do you think that the party will feature some new clients?"

"Maybe; I could imagine we could meet up with manufacturers and try to get more of these rings made? Should we prioritize the jewels, or the metal?"

"The jewels have their own properties, depending on what they mean," Vienne replied, gazing at the slight sunlight dancing on the industrial gray walls. "We'd have to create more of them, though."

Ryouichi smiled, before offering a piece of pork belly her way. Vienne picked it up with her chopsticks, hesitating for a moment before leaving it on the side.

"You know I don't eat pork," Vienne said, passing a giggle.

"Then why did you come here?"

"Because I wanted to try something nice and eat well. There's a bunch of options which couldn't involve pork," Vienne replied, eyeing the marbled beef in front of her. Picking it up from the tray, she gave it a second before letting it fall on the grill with a sizzle.

"Do you that Ms. Kaya would want to have some barbecue herself?" Ryouchi asked, only for Vienne's hand to freeze in mid-air. The ring started to emit smoke, whereas a muddied glow surrounded the turquoise. Ryouichi cupped his hands around her svelte fingers, adjusting his grip so that he wouldn't get burned.

"What's happening. How is she--"

Vienne retreated her hand, muttering, "I don't know what i can say about that."

Notes: This is for the Sixth Prompt Menu (March) by @writeblrcafe .

The prompt menu I picked is Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song.

The music video above has subtitles on it so please turn subtitles on to English to show the English translation of the lyrics while watching the music video.

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Once upon a time,

6 shining gold stars are born into a navy blue sky.

As they took a stage, filled with little stars wielding their lightsticks, they began to dance as it sparkled all over the stadium in different colors of the rainbow.

The first star, the color green, danced gracefully like a swan danced flowly like water.

The second star, the color red, who sang that it could tug their little stars' heartstrings out, and sometimes it can comfort the little stars' fragile hearts.

The third star, the blue star, belted a high note and began to sang cheerfully like walking to the candyland filled with fun and sweetness.

The fourth star, the purple star, rapping bar after bar in every beat and rhythm that it sets the vibe and the mood so vividly.

The fifth star, the yellow star, sometimes sings and sometimes raps. His tender voice adds a subtle touch with every melody they can hear.

And the sixth star, the pink star, which is the youngest, has soft vocals that it can brought warmth like the coziest blanket they love to snuggle with.

Each star has their own unique ways, their vibes...

But those 6 stars have one thing in common: To show their love to support to their little stars.

To sing together.

To share those cherished moments together

To share their funniest moments together when they're feeling happy.

To share their pain together when they're feeling sad.

To go walk hand in hand together through the darkest paths, in good times and the bad.

And dancing around together through the milky way.

6 Shining Gold Stars + Little Stars = Forever shining brightly under the navy blue sky...Together.

The Behind the Poetry on this latest work is under "Keep Reading" so please check it out.

on my neighborhood

where all our street lights

have been kept awake

and the view from my window

is a cold fumes sauna

but despite the strangeness

of that morning

we both hand in hand

walked down an orange lane

oh how warm were

the fallen leaves on the ground

where in every touch

our hands met an autumnal love

and without realizing

we found ourselves in the library

In front of a table

where a note appeared

saying, "Help us."

and with astonishment

our thoughts shone

when our eyes explored the place

no one of our kind but an alien

who without introduction swallows us

maybe the fog and the orange lane

were his beginning to our ending

--- h.harouche

Ginger: One foggy morning

Juniper: fallen leaves on the ground (Bonus: a scene of two characters raking up leaves together)

So the rules of this are pretty simple. I post about 1 song from a WIP playlist that I've made for every day throughout August and explain why they're a good fit for the WIP in question. Since all my WIPs take place in the same universe and share parts of their playlists, I'll be choosing from one of three or four playlists I've created and will detail which WIP each song is for rather than sticking to just one. The tags are simply to share these posts with those on my taglist and are not a call for anyone to participate. The first song and explanation will be under the cut.

Tagging: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @writeblrsupport, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

Early Spring

Everyday is getting a little brighter, a little lighter. Why? Well Winter is ending, Spring is beginning, but not fully there yet. I'm sitting here in golden sunshine, reading and waiting. I don't know what or who I'm waiting for, but I like to imagine I'll know when it or they arrive.

The small Càfe I'm sitting in is on the edge of town, just overlooking some slowly greening trees, a golden glowing sandy beach and the endlessness of an ocean. The owner did their best to give this place a cozy, homy feeling and there's always some author or young couple here. Now that outside is growing warmer, older couples are also starting to show up more again.

This cozy idyll is suddenly disturbed when yelling between a couple arises. I only got the gist of it, but forgot it again quickly. More and more people start yelling, both of them also calling more people to aid their cause, drama explodes like a bomb. I try covering my ears, but I also don't want to let my hot cocoa cool off.

Suddenly, I just put my cup down, I can feel hands dampening the sound from the drama. They are soft, but strong, but I don't try to shake them off as it allows me to finish my cup, without risking my ears with the yelling too long. The hands pull away as I start getting up, can't that couple yell outdoors? I make my way to the exit, pay the unfortunate girl behind the register and walk outdoors.

Silence, then birds chirping happily as always. Then I see the handsome looking man, openly, friendly smiling my direction.

routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

Golden leaves on trees

autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-