spinning in the space between it all

( ... ) exciting but frightening. still, he’s learned to appreciate her, trust her too. never does she put upon him or ask him too many questions, she doesn’t throw herself at him like some. she just, smiles that smile, innocent and pretty, and they connect. connections are difficult to come by, and sora is one he values dearly. 

sora had planned to the leave the cafe early in the morning to prepare herself for her ‘swim lesson’ with seojoon. but of course one of the coffee machines would die, prompting her to unearth an older machine from the back to use. it had taken over an hour to clean the damn thing and also show her workers how to use it. luckily, that was simple.

she wears a dress today, with bikini bottoms underneath it. she won’t need them for long as she plans to shift for seojoon during the lesson, but she certainly isn’t about to go without them either. not with the wind blowing as it is. just the thought of her body being exposed like that for all to see has her cheeks a near permanent red.

even after all these years, her mentality has remained the same — that same innocence she had back during the joseon era haunts her. she wishes she could shed it like she does her tentacles after getting them wet, but things don’t work like that.

“seojoonie!” she calls as she makes her way down the small incline that leads into the quarry. she’s late, only by about twenty minutes, but it’s still time they could have been using to swim. “i’m so sorry,” she pants out once she reaches the sandy bank where he’s sitting.

her bag is placed down, carrying towels, snacks, and also sunblock ( just in case ) before inching closer to the water. he claps her hands together in front of her and bows her head. “one of the coffee machines went down, i had to tend to that. but i’m here now! are you ready to begin?”

( ... )

so he waits patiently for his coffee, focus forcing a frown over him, one leg crossed over the other and bouncing absentmindedly beneath the table. at least his morning so far hasn’t been terrible, as far as things go. 

whenever sora wakes up feeling like it’ll be one of those days, she usually stays home. she’d gotten bored quickly, mind wandering around like a ghost wanders the halls of a house it once died in. it’s nothing good for her mind to wander so. it’s when her eyes start watering for no reason that she decides she’ll head in anyways. a few hours at the cafe can’t hurt, right?

she must have jinxed things, because everything goes wrong. their smaller freezer kept turning off during the night, something she didn’t know about until she arrived, and thus all their cold fruits are ruined, leading to unhappy smoothie customers. she’s given away so many apologies, and offered even more complimentary sweets that she thinks she’ll run out of steam before an hour’s passed.

when there’s a lull in activity is when sora can sit down at the counter up front and relax. it isn’t only her that’s had a day though, most of her workers have as well. so when an order goes through, she offers to take it to the male for the poor part time student worker who looks twice as frazzles as usual.

in hindsight, wearing sandals wasn’t a good idea. she knew it would be that kind of day and she did it anyway. well, her decorative rug hates her, seems to have a mind of its own, and when she goes to step onto it, the bottom of her shoe goes under it and her toes on top, catching the shoe and sending her stumbling forwards.

she catches herself, though. still shaken, she goes to greet the man, eyes on his briefcase for just a moment, and then there’s the coffee mug tipping over as she places it down. the hot liquid splashes her hand as she tries to catch it, resulting in her fingers getting burned… and the man’s lap being soaked.

“oh no!” she gasps loudly, snatching her apron from around her neck, yanking it off quickly. “i’m so, so sorry!” the words leave a bitter taste. they’re useless. she leans down without a second thought and begins wiping away what she can of the coffee in the man’s lap.

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[ @vckitty ]

the club is thumping with the heavy bass filled music pumping through the speakers. it’s a song sora doesn’t know, but it’s not bad. she kind of likes it and could probably dance to it if she had a drink or two in her. right now, she’s stone cold sober for two reasons — a) she’s here alone, so drinking isn’t a smart idea knowing how she gets while drunk and how sad would that look for her to be drunk off her ass alone  in a club? and b) she’s here for a very specific reason. it’s a dumb one, she’ll admit to that, but she hugs her purse a little tighter to her body as she worms her way through to the bar. she’s here to hire a prostitute. it’s not truly dumb, except for the fact that the howlers have prostitutes, she could go to them and she likely wouldn’t even be charged. but she doesn’t know if she’ll be awkward afterwards and the last thing she wants is treating anyone in howlers differently due to their job. so a stranger it is.

it’s fairly easy pointing out who’s a prostitute. well, sometimes. not all of them have a similar vibe, but in her glancing around, her gaze falls to one particular individual. he’s pretty, really  pretty, and she loves how confidant he looks in his heels. she could only wish to be that confidant in heels that high — one and a half inch and she’s falling flat on her face in a parking lot somewhere. it’s this admiring that takes her from the bar before she’s tempted to order a drink after all, and to the male who’s locked eyes with her. she stops just a step away from him, definitely breaking his personal space, but she also knows she’ll need to lean in to ask him what she wants to, so maybe he doesn’t mind. she takes her chance when the song switches to something a little less bass heavy. “are you taking clients?” start simple, then work up, right?

[ @vcjoon ]

this it is. she’ll do it today, it’s the perfect time for it. the days are growing warmer which means fewer clothes needed to cover skin against the cold biting wind. it means a tattoo can be gotten now and she won’t have to worry much about it itching or being tempted to rub something like knitted cloth against it. there hadn’t been much in the way of looking up parlors, she’s had her eye on this one for some time now. in the fifteen years since coming to shore indefinitely, she’s wanted a tattoo, especially after seeing how many pretty ones there are on people she cares for.

the thing is, for all her research and waiting, she’s still  nervous. fingers twirl in the faint purple dyed hair hanging over her shoulder, as she paces in the parking lot of the parlor. too many times she’s had to move for people coming and going, and once she nearly tripped over her own feet. it would be safer for her to sit down somewhere, as in, inside the parlor. but every time she makes to walk to the door, she stops and thinks about it again. she hasn’t even decided on a tattoo design. the thought of that annoying the tattoo artist make her regret even coming. she tugs hard on her hair and goes back to her pacing.

[ @wonjaevc ]

tuesdays are always sora’s slow days. even she isn’t quite sure why, but it doesn’t matter. tuesdays are sort of a break day for her. she can relax behind the counter, maybe even talk to whichever workers are in that day. it’s nice being the owner because all of her workers feel obligated to be polite to her, but it’s not necessary. had sora stayed ashore while the rest of the joseon dynasty reigned, she might enjoy the power trip being the owner gives her. but she hadn’t, and she’s glad for it. she wouldn’t be the person she is today if that had happened.

as it is slow, she convinces her workers to relax in back. she shoos them to take an early lunch break or something — anything to get a moment alone. even with the few customers eating in, it’s peaceful. she stands to wipe some tables down, anything to keep busy. tuesdays are good, but, boy, are they boring. she’s wiping down a table near the stairs when someone walks down them. “hello! welcome to rubedo’s, if you’ll wait at the front, i’ll be—” she pauses in her usual greeting when she notices just who it is that’s appeared. instantly her demeanor changes and she places her hands on her hips, lips playfully scowling. “wonjae— trying to disappear on me again, i see. dragging your ass in here nearly three months later.” she tosses the rag over her shoulder and sighs, “no warm drink for you, heathen. or did you come here to apologize for going m.i.a again? out with it, apologize and i might  allow you to have your pick of sweet.” it’s all playful. sora has little control over her poker face when she’s teasing.

so hi, leigh here with my second muse. i decided to do the EXTRA thing and make an edit for this lil babe instead of using a gif icon :’)

so anyways, i don’t have a wanted connection page YET but i’m working on it, i promise <3 IN THE MEANTIME -- here’s her biography, her stat page, her power page ( it’s... pretty standard tbh??? ). i’m much better at plotting via dis.cord so pls @ me there: octobunny#7748 -- if you can’t, that’s totally cool ofc, we’ll plot using tumblr mssgr!

below the cut are some things about sora, so here you go and good luck :)