#whipslashed

black swan starter prompts // not accepting

the phone rings for the umpteenth time. kade groans.

there’s a business call scheduled for noon, but with the shrill rings that interrupt his train of thought every couple of minutes, he thinks his phone may be thrown against a wall and destroyed before he can receive it. 

the vibrations against his table cease and the room returns to its initial state of silence. rioh, 5 missed calls. kade sighs, knowing exactly it’s about. there’s a wave of irritation that washes over him, eyelid now twitching in contempt at the memory itself. answering the call and yelling straight into the receiver seems like a good option, but kade’s never been one to lose his cool, opting for a silent curve of the lips, that speaks of no good. backstabbing has always been his forte. 

another piercing ring. fuck it, he mutters to himself, fingers taking hold of the device. with a swipe, the call is answered; he does not speak. there comes shock and loud rambling which has kade pulling the speaker away from his ear, wincing a little. it continues for awhile, slowly dissipating from a quiet mumble to silence. he inhales, words carrying no spite despite his initial exasperation. “you promised that you’d turn up for the audition, even if it to scare the other applicants into pushing themselves harder. but you were no where to be seen yesterday, it was a mess.” 

“look, i just feel really shitty about what i did and i just really want to make it up to you.” comes rioh’s reply, and kade snorts, tone softening slightly.

hush, my sweet ;

these tornadoes

it is not the first, and taeyeon guesses, it will certainly not be the last time that somebody has called her a fraud; people have always had that awful quality of skepticism running through their veins, ruining her carefully arranged attempts at baiting in new customers, almost as if they’re there to make her life harder on purpose ( paranoid, some may also add-in to the adjectives building up under her name, but she is very much convinced that the boy currently lounging on her couch has just these vile intentions ).

and it’s not that she has any right to judge them - really, she doesn’t, sometimes even she fails to believe the words that roll off her tongue, but the trick there has always been to look confident, appear truthful. whether you indeed are the honest persona that you want to project is simply a thing that should be left for interpretation; a good lie is only half a lie, taeyeon knows well, so she observes, deducts, never makes up everything, so who are they to say she is a fraud? she’d much rather fancy herself as a twenty-first century sherlock holmes, the psychic edition. it’s a far better title anyway.

naturally, she never goes into a fight unprepared; pretty smile, warm tone, devil-may-care attitude, what’s not to love about bleach blondes and cigarette smoke stuck in the very fibre of her clothes? many succumb to her charm just out of curiosity, what could this mysterious girl really do? rioh is not one of those people.

and everybody has pride - taeyeon certainly has one part too much - so it’s only common sense that she would get aggregated at all the comments coming through at her direction. sure, it’s early sunday and they’re watching a good movie with a bowl of popcorn stuck somewhere in between the messy cushions and their overlapping bodies,  but she doesn’t really care, she has things to prove and she’d rather prove them quickly and move on once and for all. he says something about her being a cult leader and it only gives her a proper reason to shoot up and grab one of her tarot bundles, a new one, still neatly boxed, and hurl it at him from across the room.

“i am done!” taeyeon says, mockingly overly-dramatic ( and maybe just a little bit really so ), “i refuse to let my profession be the root of all your jokes, drummerboy!”

one moment later she’s already sitting on the coffee table, blocking his view of the TV and taking out her precious cards from their packaging, shuffling them with skillful ease and a smile that slowly unravels upon her expression when she looks down to examine the pictures upon them. her gaze glides up then, meeting his, lids descending until her eyes narrow with suspicion, “my plan is simple rioh,” taeyeon starts, all matter-of-factly, “i shall give you a reading. free! look at how generous i am. you will be surprised at how good i am at this and thus you will become my true fan and follower. any objections? no? good.”