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Lee Sung Kyung - Vogue Girl Magazine August Issue ‘15
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Lee Sung Kyung for Vogue Girl (August 2015)
robbiguo:
Robbi was a talker and he had an awful habit when talking to other people. Her mind moved so fast that she often formulated his responses while the person was still talking to her. He got lost in possible points he could make and focused too much on making decent points that it often came across as him just simply not listening. However, this time Robbi’s mind had gone silent for a different reason and his focus was very much elsewhere. She hadn’t been paying attention when he first spoke, her words were very much for whoever was closest but as it turned out his words were definitely well timed. Robbi was a person very easily taken by beauty, and her poor mind got very pulled in by the woman speaking. He had no idea what she was saying, but he was quite sure she was making incredibly valid and insightful points. The blonde had a very dopey looking grin on her lips while the woman spoke, the stranger still unawares and focused on the painting in front of them. He rocked a little on the balls of his feet to contain his energy that had a tendency to reach surging points; and in the company of beautiful young woman it skyrocketed. It took him a couple of beats to realise that in fact the woman had finished talking and that a response was probably expected.
“Uh–” She said with flushed cheeks, tearing his gaze away quickly to stare intensely at the piece. “Colour and deep ideas.. That’s what I’m about.” Robbi said with a bob of his head, unsure if her response even made coherent sense. She looked down at herself, decked out in one of her much loved suits. It was tailored by an up and coming designer she’d found on Instagram, a well fitting ensemble in a black and pink checkered design with a black shirt that seemed to glow against its matching vibrant pink tie. The pattern distracted him for a moment, stopping her eyes from drifting to the angel next to him. “.. Coffee.” Though his eyes were under control, her words were not. The blonde’s brows furrowed deeply, wondering why she’d let the word slip when it made no sense on its own. Just coffee? No inflection of a question or any pretense of offering coffee; just coffee. “Do you drink it?” And with that Robbi took a bad situation and managed to make it worse. Oftentimes his words annoyed him because of how she’d stumble over them and how her mouth could never move to allow them to escape fast enough. This time however they just simply weren’t cooperating. “Would… Would you like to get some coffee? I mean– I’ll probably go with decaf.. But you could get whatever..” Robbi said with a little chuckle, focusing her eyes on the ground as he waited for the swift rejection.
Whenever Avery engaged in conversation with a stranger, her hand instinctively coiled around Don’s leash, and her dog returned the gesture by leaning his body into her leg. The museum, though, Don recognized as one of the few places Avery was minimally tense, and wasn’t expecting this slight change in her body language. Aggitated out of his comfortable spot on the floor beside her right leg, he stood and approached the stranger with a tentative gaze and sniff. Avery’s eyes followed Don across the floor, having yet to take a look at the person standing next to her in the gallery. She had simply replied with the thoughts that had been on the tip of her tongue already, begging to be prompted. But the sudden lapse of speech from the girl who had seemed so outgoing a moment before was enough to pull Avery’s attention to her left, where the blonde in a brilliantly pink suit stood and his appearance alone brought a meek smile to her lips.
If anyone was to be talking about balance and contrast, it was him. Initially, she was perfectly vibrant and animated in the way she spoke, but in the time it took Avery to turn her eyes towards her, she was perfectly timid. "Right. Color and deep ideas,” she repeated, raising her eyebrows as he fumbled with his words. She turned back to the painting, cocking her head at it as he continued speaking in broken fragments. At the mention of coffee, her brow raised even further. She had become so focused and stuck in her museum mindset that she wondered for a second if he was still referring to the painting they were still hovering in front of, and was about to ask what about it? when he finished his thought with the oddly phrased question. She nodded and chuckled a short, “I do.” Avery responded to the evident nerves this stranger was inexplicably feeling, relaxing her features into a polite smile so as not to make him feel any worse than he already did. “Sure,” she said with a brighter smile now, turning towards him, pulling Don closer, and clasping her hands at her stomach in one fluid movement. “I definitely wouldn’t mind a coffee.”
codenamecharity:
“I would, though I afraid I’m not seeing it. Are you sure it rolled over here?”
“Um-- well, I thought so,” she said, doubting herself for a moment before peeking under her own chair and then the other woman’s. She spotted it almost immediately, but couldn’t reach it at her distance. “Yeah, see? On the other side of your chair. Right next to that back leg. I’m sorry, but would you mind?”
Lee Sung Kyung for Dazed & Confused, August 2015 Issue
Lee Sung Kyung for Dazed & Confused, August 2015 Issue
zacchias:
“Mhm?” She hadn’t been paying attention, too focused on the over-priced drink she bought at this cafe, idly stirring instead of drinking it. “I’m not sure what you need exactly. But I know that they keep some stuff at the counter, asking them instead of me is probably a better use of time, don’t you think?”
“Oh-- right,” she said, caught off guard by the brash response. Avery kept her head down, hesitant to make eye contact with the woman, and pointed to the pencil that was plainly below her chair. “Well, I don’t know how much they could do. My pencil-- it’s under your chair.”
Cover Up & End of Day (2014) by Malcolm T. Liepke