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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION

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GOTHIC HORROR. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. libraries. rosaries. grandfather clocks.

CLASSIC HORROR. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras. creaking floorboards.

SLASHERS. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances. bodies in the lake.

PARANORMAL HORROR. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

THRILLERS. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. bodies in the basement. quiet conversation. chases on foot. hiding in the bathroom. the power cutting off. locked doors. muffled arguments. loaded glances. bodies in the walls. yellow-green lighting. blue-grey lighting.

#🌠 ― | ᴇʏᴇs; ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ❛ headcanon ❜

@loathism

There were many people older than her; not precisely by age but by job hierarchy. And ever since joining the ‘library team’ (as she often referred to it), Hyesoo has made visible (perhaps only to her) efforts to get familiar. On some people, said efforts had been futile, namely with Junki.

It wasn’t tragic. She didn’t partake in any gossip surrounding him as others did, as she saw no reason to lose sleep over little information. What’s more, the young woman would readily admit to being jealous of him ---- if it weren’t for the need of cover-ups, she would, most definitely, burrow herself into a cocoon of secrecy, privacy and comfort. On the other hand, there was one more reason to feel jealous: his uncanny ability to remember everything.

Up until now, the conversations between had been limited to polite greetings and Hyesoo inquiring about the location of certain titles.

There was no reason for any more chit chat between them.

Figures, that during her personal & alone time, Junki would see the opening (could she call it desire?) for some chit chat. It honestly wasn’t bothersome as much as it was perplexing, as well as slightly unsettling. And it also figures that he’d decide to talk about her brief energy collapse.

Why today of all days? Hyesoo didn’t feel like she could offer the most gracious of replies, nor the most sociable of interactions. Luckily (?) she’d slept three hours last night, granting her a slight migraine and not enough motivation for much on the day (she’d blame her ‘nightly’ job if not for the fact that she got rid of some people the night before).

“There’s not enough caffeine in this coffee, sunbae.” Still, she complied and took a sip from the cup she’d been nursing during her short break. “Ah, yes. Busy times for the library then. ---- Huh? Does it now?” Her gaze fixed itself on the newspaper’s headline before she resumed her tired, relaxed posture ---- albeit more politely since there was someone older now. “You look fine now... Did you just start your shift?” A little embarrassed, Hyesoo would admit that she payed little to no attention to her co-workers today; she’d been more focused on not nodding off at the desk than anything else.

#( i'm replying to the meme! hope you don't mind c: )#loathism

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@rvxeira thank you, love! right back at you <33

#ooc.#rvxeira #mun save.

queensdom

Seo Sung Kyung

#🌠 ― | ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴇᴅɢᴇs ❛ fashion ❜#🌠 ― | sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇᴅ ❛ visual ❜

@sahreum: x.

Hyesoo has come to learn a few things about herself. Especially so in the last two years. For example, she’s much more curious than she’d like to admit, often meddling in matters that do not concern her ---- her father’s earnest teachings seemed to lose power with every passing day and she seems much more comfortable with it. However, feelings of contradiction still linger and she admits to herself that his lessons have a very sturdy logic to follow. She shouldn’t be so careless, not when she was in a power family, and not now that she’s attempting to attain her life long goal of justice. Alas, she’s not always whom she’s supposed to be. That’s a question that constantly plagues her, indeed. “I’m sorry to interrupt your train of thought but that should taste awful you let it rest any longer.”

#sahreum

world-of-cats

#agatha.

eterneli:

The enclosure reeked of a comforting and sweet aroma that filled his nostrils with what brought memories of home, the sweet and lingering scent of endless shelves of old and new books all confined between four walls. Ah, the library. There has always been something about it; how peace and quiet reign with no disturbance allowed, or how delicate book pages fly left and right into an in depth reading that engulfs one into an alter world, maybe even how only a thin breeze makes it through the window breaches that are left cracked on the side to renew oxygen.

It was all too serene, until it was not.

His silent reading had turned not-so-peaceful when a pair of orbs started observing his every move a while ago, from how he had risen to take new theory books to how he had settled permanently to the corner of the building to be left to his own. Was it not for obvious glances the male would have found difficulty on identifying just who the female was, but it really wasn’t that hard when eagle irises pulled out memory flashes of a few nights ago, the bone structure falling perfectly into what he could recall of those unknown features.

Baekhyun was no man to merely ignore a pair of eyes trained on him, so it really should have been no surprise when he abandoned his his previous sitting post to pace towards the female until the counter was the only thing separating them. The book at hand was placed down before her, perhaps a bit too brutally, as a delicate palm landed over it, the shape of a sculptured brow arched in inquiry as his figure leaned forward by a few inches. “What do you want?” It came out bluntly, maybe a little too offhandedly. “You have been staring at me for a while now.”

By then rough pads were tapping against the counter’s surface and impatience tickling at his guts – the pianist may be many great things, but patient is not one of them. “I told you the other night that I do not need anything from you. Curiosity included.” Would she recall it as he did? Just what happened in that dreadful night and what the eyes of a human should never witness. He assumed so, considering the way too curious eyes that had been following him before. “So just spill whatever is it that you want to say.”

The gentle whispers and turning pages didn’t bring any comfort now. On the contrary, the quietness seemed to eerie, too dangerous---- for the first time in her life, Hyesoo wanted to yell, scream & run. All because of him.

Infuriating, she’d so much attempting to focus on the usual tasks. And she’d failed.

After that flare of recognition, she too didn’t wish to know anything else, would have preferred her curiosity stayed at bay.

Her eyes betray her once more and the visage they settle upon is horrific. This man was walking towards her now. Too late for her pretensions of ignorance or cluelesness. She has given too many hints to deny recognition. But a decision had to be made, how would she respond to this approach?

“Indeed I have.” A mental scold to herself, Hyesoo didn’t even have the grace to flush at the accusation. It’s all because of his eyes. The hard stare kept reminding her of his father --- made her feel like vomiting but also like rebelling. “I was just hoping for your arm to be healing well.” Playing somewhat clueless wasn’t out of the book. She could just play safe, pretend she didn’t see what she didn’t want to see (or admit).

A snarl, a frown, hugging herself. All these actions she wanted to perform, all because of him, but instead she maintained a serene face. Except for the brief flashes of over felt sentiment in her eyes (loathe, grief, panic). After that brief storm, her eyes reflect calmness, some contempt as anyone who would admit to an unwanted thought would present.

Another mental tug-of war and she lost. Rebellious feelings win, just like she had desired as a child but had never had the courage for. “The curiosity is for me, not yourself.” This only happened due to the momentary panic memories of the other night induced in her; the woman knew better than to speak out in tricky situations (at least when she didn’t hone her alter ego).

Some remnants of manners and work ethic remain, although it took some work to bring it forward (as well as the eyes of one of her supervisors). In exchange for his brusque mannerisms, Hyesoo offered an almost sincere grin. Her hand motioned to his tapping fingers; no, to the book beneath them. “May I help you with that or any other titles you might be searching for, sir?”

#eterneli

Shadows

meme | accepting

Das Unheimliche. // The Uncanny.

Hyesoo had never been one to be intrigued by the affairs of the human mind. They terrified her, in fact. And as such, often times she avoided & circled around such topics.

The only time that she entertained such torture was during her visits to her therapist --- a person she’d come to hate and appreciate, all at the same time. The woman could be a witch or an angel, it all depended on the day, Hyesoo’s own mood and the topic at discussion. On her last session, oddly (or perhaps not so much given the direction of her session) a book had stood out to her. It was thin, small, ugly; nothing compelling about it... Except for the title.

With such a fixated sight on the shelf, her therapist had reached over for the book. After a quick look to the title, she’d stretched the text over, handed it to Hyesoo without comment and had declared an end to their session. A little less than 25 minutes and she kissed ₩90,000 goodbye.

It’d been the first time in a while that she didn’t leave the divan with an unsatisfied frown.

That’d been three days ago. And up until now, she’d read the brief text 4 times. This would be her fifth.

Ironically enough (or perhaps not), she found that her free day would also be spent at her workplace, albeit in a very different space than what was usual. Her work desk empty, Hyesoo currently scrunched over the small booklet. She was half consumed by shadows and half illuminated by the library’s ugly lamps.

Sadly, this work was a translation. English instead of the original German. Despite her current obsession with its contents, the young woman could not help imagine what it would be like to read it in the original. She’d tried, had searched through the library’s database in the hopes of finding it ---- but most of their current stock on Freud’s works was on English and a few others in Korean. Not such luck smiled upon her with this.

“Don’t you think it’s a pity that we can find the titles we really need at times? Such a big place,” she punctuated her statement by looking around the ample space the library offered, “and yet there are books impossible to find in here.”

Her tone was hushed, well aware of the rules to be followed in here. However, she could hardly help herself from speaking as even the most avid of readers indulged in some brief conversations from time to time ---- hopefully, the other, also half obscured by shadows and half radiant with light, would reply to her amicable comment.

#covurt

@rippuku

It had been a long time since she felt like this. The first time she can recall a memory similar to what she was currently experiencing was the night of tragedy (as she often referred to her mother’s death) and the following next in her uncle’s house. She’d experienced extreme pain then, just like now.

Tonight had been a mess. She hadn’t shown the best condition all day long but criminals didn’t wait for her to recover her health and thus Hyesoo donned on her necessary amenities and went out. It’d been a disaster. She’d been so sloppy, she’d been discovered and a fight had ensued --- the current result was a broken rib, maybe two. She couldn’t be too sure for the time being.

Naturally, this was the result of all her adrenaline being drained out --- damn neurotransmitter that seemed to curse her at the worst moments. After the fight, the flight had ensued and she’s managed to barely get by, hiding her crossbow somewhere in an abandoned building (that’d be an expedition for another day). Her mask easily fit into her suit’s jacket and besides the questioning attire there seemed to be nothing too wrong with her (save a few minor slashes to the leather here and there).

She was vulnerable and she knew it, her attention raising at the slightest sounds. Walking through dark alleyways and streets had always proved to be her best route but this time, there seemed to be someone else following. The steps were too loud for her to even consider someone was sent after her and so Hyesoo left carefulness go out the window, even going so far as to voice her current worry. She deemed it funny that someone would make such follow-up questions but it seemed like that was offering a line to consciousness.

“Crazy party nights, pal, and I’m feeling a little dizzy,” there was a brief pause, a sharp intake of breath as he came to aid her, only managing to cause some pain shoot through her abdomen. Damn, the possibility for two broken ribs seemed more likely now.

#rippuku #( that took me a bit ooof but thank you for the wait!#i hope this is fine and if not pls let me know c: )

rvxeira:

@abscondos —– 🌿 kim hyesoo ;

‘ i’ve been on a recent haruki murakami kick, so if you don’t mind … ’ there’s a slight hesitation in his voice but the words were already on the tip of his tongue, no time for surrender as his words get ahead of himself before he could rethink a better way to put it. ‘ so what i’m trying to say is that i would like to rent out all of his books for the next few weeks if you don’t mind. all the copies, not just one. i don’t want anyone else touching those books before i do. ’ he was sure it was something she would find curious, he was certain, but he was completely serious regardless the childlike innocence found in his bright round eyes as he stared up at her, kafka on the shore in hand.

Curiosity reflects itself in her eyes, head tilted slightly to the right despite the unwavering professional smile. Eccentric. But certainly not the first time. It does spur on a few questions but Hyesoo is here to help library clients, not inquire about their quirks and whatnot. She should tell this particular man that a lot of people have gone into a Haruki Murakami kick and thus a few books are already rented. The one book he’s holding in his hand has 5 available copies in the library, one of those currently in someone else’s hands... “I can’t outright deny your request, although I’m obliged to suggest it’s just one copy per user, sir.” Her eyes settle upon him curiously, a few questions surging through her mind. If he were to request the copies of Kafka on the Shore, it could be manageable; but if his request extended to all copies on all available works, Hyesoo would have to deal with a dissatisfied customer, most likely.

#rvxeira

obscure-sentence-starters

Send In A Word, And I’ll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It

Or send in multiple words and I’ll attempt to work out a drabble around all of them!

Pale

Melody

Spiral

Whiskey

Broken

Shatter

Cards

Dawn

Dance

Crimson

Shadows

Flame

Freedom

Paint

Dishonesty

Envy

Run

Trapped

Blade

Command

Theatre

Disease

Dust

Soft

Animal

Coffee

Frost

Ocean

Imagination

Family

Home

Power

Sin

Steal

Hands

River

Prison

Ring

Gaze

Warm

End

Beginning

Time

Box

Youth

Sky

Blind

Magic

Edge

Glow

Mysterious

Alone

Masquerade

Sleep

Wings

Photograph

Worship

Storm

Wild

Sacrifice

Submission

Devotion

Life

#🌠 ― | ᴍɪsᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ❛ meme ❜#( this seems interesting :oo )

Days later and there was nothing to remember. Events came and went, and Hyesoo discarded those that did not aid her in her ultimate goals: her master’s degree and vengeance.

As such, memories were stored away. Dusted boxes put to the side, in an attic on her mind, never to be opened away. It was a strange place in there, dark and unattended, to be forgotten (if that were a possibility). Ultimately, she learned not to forget or remember since there was nothing there in the first place; such a predicament was better said than done, as some hardships were found. It came cases which she discarded with velocity, however, as was this one.

It itched some, in her mind and in her skin, how vaguely familiar that face seemed to be. She couldn’t quite place from where or when, and a light tugging persisted, urging her to bring forward some scene, some memory. Naturally, such sentiments are shooed away, her arms gathering books and stacking them in their respective shelves ---- and still, from time to time, she would steal a glance towards that irritatingly familiar figure. Where was it that she’d seen him before?

Half an hour passed and still she could not remember, logic urging her to just forget it and continue with her day as usual. But then something happened. It was brief, the shortest of seconds really, but her eyes caught those of the other’s and she paused. Hyesoo had always been good with gazes, remembered them perfectly and this particular one allowed her to understand why it was familiar.

She might be able to trick her brain --- and now memories of a rainy night and a frightening sensation --- by multi-tasking. Returned books needed to be registered, after all.

@tempuris

#( i hope this is fine! if not let me know pls c: )#tempuris

onlinewifey-deactivated20140318

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

#🌠 ― | ᴀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴀ ᴡɪsᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ❛ musings ❜

ryuuborg:

“ of course it cannot, it would equal to deny how current business works and that’s stupid to begin with ━but let’s face it, people would pay any amount of money in order to have some secrets remain a secret. ” his figure would remain relaxed, devoid from any kind of agitation for he really didn’t have reasons to be.

it was a conversation, after all. sure, about something relatively serious that would cause so much debate, but still a conversation was and he was glad that, for once, he could talk with someone without having to keep his hand ready on the wakizashi’s hilt or to keep shurikens ready to jut out his robotic arm.

“ well yes. greed is definitely animalistic when it comes to it being spark of a war, especially the big ones ━but the ones i think of, the subtle ones… those are all well thought out, and work like a chess match. i’ve seen first-hand how they work, and it’s pretty wild. ”

for the time being, hyesoo will delusion herself into believing he’s the comfortably type of companion. it’ll be easy, since he’s not eyeing her strangely, as if curiosity spurred him on to ask and ask about why she says what she does. it’s as if they were talking about the weather, an engaging enough conversation that manages to entertain her for the time being.

“well, that’s not disputable. more logical than anything, i’d say. secrets are... tricky. as is money, information and knowledge.” she has the sensation that she’s going in circles with that statement, like how those reading exercises for toddlers are structured; but it’s a comment that she feels like making and thus doesn’t ponder too long in whether or not it’s as clever as she likes to pretend to be. definitely comfort.

here’s where her shadowed phantoms come to life. hyesoo listens to genji but cannot truly comprehend what he’s sharing. she lacks the experience to agree, has lived through such similar wars without ever recognizing them as such. her parents’ death, his uncle’s imprisonment; they’re nothing more than some chess play for some big honchos out there. but she’s failed to see them. instead, she’s perpetually believed that it’s all instinct, to fight and destroy in order to acquire what other’s have. a big name, power, land, wealth... those are all the reasons she’s come up with. once again, much too naive for the type of person she believes to be. “are they? how could it blow up into such dimensions, though? would it not keep itself small and chaotic, a spar between a few?”

#ryuuborg

nacholatkes-deactivated20151014

let's do a weird headcanon thing.

abscondos-blog

saudaaji:

01. what they smell like:

Hyesoo’s smell will depend on her activities. She prefers sweet, floral smells and tends to spray such scents (just a little!) during the morning, for her work and studying times. Whenever she engages in vigilante activities, however, she makes sure to scrub off as much of the smell as she possibly can, the smell of leather from her suit jacket masking what little traces remain.

02. how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

It depends on what clues she’s got. Her job as a vigilante is not a constant, she’s no hero so she doesn’t patrol the nights. It’s more like every time she finds any information that resounds within her, she’ll take care of it on her own means. For the most part she has a healthy sleeping pattern, resting 7-8 hours a night to keep herself energized during her work and classes. When she does find herself in a ‘project’ she’s interested in, her sleeping hours will reduce considerably until the desired goal is met. During these times she could get about 4 hours of sleep at the most.

As for her sleeping position, she tends to sleep face down, with her arms under pillow. She’s a bit of a messy sleeper, so the covers will always end up strewn around her. For wardrobe, she tends to wear pajama shorts or pants and a large sized t-shirt.

03. what music they enjoy:

She tends to prefer fast, cheery beats. Slow paced songs were a favorite of her father, so she tends to avoid those as much as possible. All in all, Hyesoo doesn’t often founds anything likable about music.

04. how much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Depending on whether or not she has to wash her hair, she can take between twenty minutes to an hour. Hyesoo is the type to plan outfits the night before, so that doesn’t take much time from her routine. She does spend more than a few minutes on skin care steps, so that’s what usually consumes her in the morning.

05. their favorite thing to collect:

Shot glasses. A habit her cousin left her with, she’ll try to buy a little souvenir every where she goes. Book markers are another thing she adores, she actually has a shoe box filled with them.

06. left or right-handed:

Right handed, for ordinary, day-to-day tasks. She does favor her left hand for weaponry, however.

07. religion (if any):

Roman catholic. Hyesoo is a big believer, if only because her devotion helps keep her sane, more or less. Her mother was a devoted catholic and upon her parents’ murder, she turned to praying during her time spent mute. Nowadays, she prays for forgiveness and strength.

08. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling:

Silly sight seeing pictures. She rarely gets to travel, although it isn’t something she particularly laments. Since she’s spent her high school years abroad, Hyesoo is actually very happy to be back in Korea, even if it’s not in her hometown. On the occasions that she finds herself traveling, she loves taking silly pictures in front of significant places.

09. favorite kind of weather:

Cold weather. She loves the warmth winter clothing offers, as well as the chill that the weather offers. It’s the perfect balance in her mind.

10. a weird/obscure fear they have:

She’s absolutely terrified of bees. She’s allergic and any time one is near her, she goes ballistic, running away and twisting as much as possible. Toads don’t particularly terrify her, more like disgust her but she can’t see one without wanting to gag and getting chills all over her body.

#🌠 ― | ᴇʏᴇs; ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ❛ headcanon ❜

nevermorx:

❛ It’s more annoying than alarming. Witnessing death tends to affect the average person considerably. You won’t have to worry about ANYTHING because you’d be dead and nothing matters after death. ❜ He shrugged, picking up the phone he dropped in his haste to save the air-headed girl. Hands brushed off the dirt and he frowned upon seeing the crack running along the top CORNER of the screen. Fantastic. ❛ Yeah, not this street. Maybe you should consider getting some sort of device installed to go off whenever you veer into the street. Like those things you find in the latest car models these days to PREVENT you from crashing it. ❜

It felt like minutes in her head, whereas it’d been no longer than a few seconds in reality. However, his comments did seem to deliver the message home and it was a message that she wholeheartedly agreed with. Death was bothersome, that was for certain. She could reply to that or she could jump to the next topic.

She opted for the second option. ❛ Is that crack because of just now? ❜ A slight frown, reflecting the much more prominent one on his face. Now that was bothersome too. ❛ Nonsense. This was an exception, not the norm. Thank you for the advice, however. ❜ It was the sentiment that counted, right? Even if it came from a meddling virtual stranger, it was still something to feel grateful for.

#nevermorx

luxinexitium:

there’s a sharpness to the woman’s gaze, a glint that he’s seen in the eyes of strangers before, and it makes him shrink into himself even further. if he could retreat into his poor excuse for a coat, he would, like a badger shirking the sun’s company in favour of familiar shadows and soil dampened from rainfall. he could sleep for thirty hours straight, undisturbed in his burrow, and peeking outside only if the temperature is above freezing–but only if he really wants to. (perhaps he’s been reading too many books on woodland creatures.) sidelong glances are nothing new, nothing short of expected everywhere he goes, but unfamiliar is the keenness in this woman’s eyes. she’s pulling answers out of the wrinkles in his jacket, excavating history from his sallow skin, and all he can do is trudge through the snow with his chin tucked to his chest.

with the snow crunching beneath their feet and the occasional hum of passing traffic, it’s difficult to miss when the woman introduces herself, even adding a polite gesture that makes him flush from more than the cold. “oh–” he dips his head in kind, hands clutching at nothing from where they’re buried deep in his pockets. “–i’m, uh. i’m kyungsoo. nice t’meet you too, um, again. and thanks for all the help. for last time, too.” the corners of his lips twitch in what he hopes is a friendly smile, but it’s difficult to feel his own face when the wind is so strong. it kicks up waves of snow, zipping across his cheeks and getting lost in the tangles of his hair. belatedly, he swings his bag around to his front and digs through the pockets, random objects clinking and rustling about. luckily, it isn’t long before he finds a cloth face mask he’d been holding on to (for just in case), which he is quick to slip on after doing up the zip of his bag. the thin fabric doesn’t do much for wamth, but at least his mouth isn’t in danger of harvesting a glacier anytime soon.

She’s always had a knack for tricky situations. At a young age, they seemed to follow her (more like follow her family in general) but she’d mastered the art of ignoring and avoiding them then. When she was entrusted under her uncle’s care, they had also followed her: she’d learned how to distinguish them. Her skills were those of pinpointing the signs, interpreting them on her own and then bringing it up to her cousin; he’d correct her then (he was much more skilled in that area than she had been). After that, she’d made it into a game. She sought out tricky situations, interpreted them and then solved them... It gave her a valuable skill in life, one that she constantly exploited.

The last time she visited her family in prison, both men had pointed it out. She seemed different and not in the positive way they had expected her to be.

This tricky situation wasn’t considered as such. What’s more, she’s began to see it as some sort of good deed, a reinforcement to her religious beliefs. It seemed like Hyesoo has decided that this man can be no more dangerous than a fly, trusting blindly that he was nothing else than a poor soul in require of some assistance.

And she was curious. His face had been spotted more than once at the library, yet he never checked any books out. And if curiosity killed the cat, it was beneficial that she was no mere cat in this life.

“No need to thank me. It’s been no trouble, after all.”

Part of this intrigue that sparked in her belonged to his way of acting. To her, it seemed like this was an outstandingly introverted man and she wondered how much chit chat would he be willing to pull through before giving up. No one ever said that good deeds didn’t include slight social experiments. “How old are you?”

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