pangs

i will never be satisfied

[247jinsil-blog]

“I don’t think I know you.”

a laugh, loose and low, drops from her lips like honey as she surveys the woman in front of her, trying to pull her features into something familiar.  she fails, a combination of the sedatives seeped in her bloodstream and the fact that the person in front of her bore the features of a classic, korean beauty; a lovely mess that blurs and blends into something wonderfully generic.  it was ridiculous, the power eyes held in casting one as a person unique.

aware she’d dropped into silence for a bit too long, she straightens her back and offers the stranger a shrug.  “i believe that is the point, isn’t it?”  a lazy grin parts red lips as she continues.  “and i’m in no rush to defy it.”

[247avery]

CIDER

she doesn’t hate won jinsil.

she LOATHES her.

it is what it is at this point: the fallen swan betrayed, feathers tainted red, tainted dirty. the naive sheep had encountered wolves and came out of it blooded and broken–with a vow against her frail heart to, too, sharpen her teeth and be one herself.

she will be one.

she won’t let the likes of won jinsil get to her again.

( a fatuous attempt, seemingly, anger oozes out of every crevice, hurt filling in the nooks and crannies, avery is a disgustingly weak creature no matter how hard she prays for a chance at redemption; to trade in a wavering heart for one made of pure arsenic. to be truly, unaffected by it all.

but it is perhaps impossible, the traitorous organ situated beneath an ivory cage likes to sing it all the time, quickening whenever jinsil passes her by at work–gaze strayed, head held high–and elicits a twinge of envy in her. she doesn’t care, she never did. but the fact that avery is cautious, is hurt, is weak, is a testimony itself to the damage that’s been dealt, the friendship that only she held dear to.

how pathetic she is still, after everything.  )

but today is another day, today avery will attempt to ignore old trepidation nipping at her heels in her stride toward the bar where soreness from the past exists, gaze fixating on one won jinsil.

“yah.” lightly, she knocks knuckles on smooth granite, head tilting slightly. “wonho told me to help you with inventory before we open.”

[247jinsil-blog]

seoul -- a fat, mutated spider of a city with far too many street for legs running down its sides.  dear, sweet seoul -- jinsil's hometown and the one place she wished she could crush between her fingertips for the daily betrayal of seeing faces she'd rather forget.  faces she blurs at the edges with a brush dipped in an palliative soaked palette.

today's shift starts with the one she pulled out the dark ambers for: good ol' avery jin.  bambi danbi.  the one bitch that managed to make her feel bad from time to time, an emotion she'd snap her jaws around whenever it fluttered in her chest.

( hey, she'd eat your heart out  but that didn't mean she was heartless )

now the sentiment doesn't even reach her tongue, rather resting in the curve of her wrist as she wipes down some glasses.  she rolls it, staring the girl down until she mirrors her, tilting her head slightly.

"did he?"  a click of the tongue as her expression clouds with annoyance.  "he knows we just got a new shipment of liquor in -- he just doesn't want to do any heavy lifting--" a huff as she places her glass and cloth down.  "well, come on.  let's get this over with."

[247jinsil-blog]

“This corset is so tight.”

one wouldn’t be able to tell -- not with the steadiness her hand possesses as she raises her third flute of champagne to her lips -- that won jinsil is fucking tanked.

tanked, because why hell not?  she barely possessed the ability to deal with the average person sober, let alone members of the egomaniacal elite.  she takes to the side, hot back leaning against the wall for a moment of relief, watching them all flutter about in their stupid little designer dresses and tight tuxes, most likely bought with daddy’s money.  she sips, a small smirk taking to her lips -- maybe it wasn’t fair to be too bitter tonight, as the gown she wore was also provided for her, albeit by a different sort of daddy. 

it’s just as she finishes her last sip of bubbly that she has the misfortune of being talked to, though it does take her a second to register that the collection of nonsensical words are directed her way.  the brunette raises a quizzical brow, chewing upon her response before uttering, “did your post-christmas cleanse not work out for you, doll?”

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Masquerade AU Starter Sentences

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“I feel like I know you.”

“I have to leave at midnight”

“Are you going to leave a shoe behind for me to find you?”

“I’ll take my mask off only if you can guess my name.”

“I know you, but you don’t know me.”

“I don’t think I know you.”

“Have we met before?”

“Your eyes are breathtakingly beautiful behind that mask!”

“Care to dance?”

“So I guess this is the wallflower section?”

“Punch?”

“I can’t dance.”

“You’re doing a lovely job.”

“Ow! You stepped on my foot.”

“Don’t step on my skirts”

“This corset is so tight.”

“You look handsome tonight.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“That’s a lovely dress.”

“That dress shows off all the right curves.”

“I never thought I’d see you in a tux.”

“You look great in a tux.”

“Her dress must have cost her thousands.”

“Some people go so overboard with these things.”

“Can I see who you are beneath the mask?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Stop looking at your feet and look at me.”

“I feel like I’m hobnobbing with royalty here.”

“I’ve never worn anything this fancy before.”

“Can you guess who I am?”

“You can take off my mask.”

“You have to promise not to be upset when I take off the mask.”

“These shoes are leaving blisters!”

“I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”

“I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”

[247jinsil-blog]

hello, i’m alea!  while i am very eager to start plotting and writing with you all, i must unfortunately hit the sack, as i’ve got work quite early tomorrow morning.  that being said, please do like this if you’d be interested, and i’ll be sure to message you after i get home and shower the chill out of my bones tomorrow :-)