plaintive.

August Do. Composer & Pianist. “ The world spins from the same unseen force that twists our hearts. ”

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✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

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"I don't uhm-- I don't do the uh, cannabis."

August turns, a furrow in his brow. “It’s just a— ah, cigarette.” He steals a quick drag as if to prove his point; August preferred to smoke occasionally over his balcony but, the building the ledge overlooked was currently under construction and the noise was dreadful. Smoking inside his apartment wasn’t an option, so August found himself stood in the nearest alley by his building. Despite his reply, the stranger before him remains, and August fidgets a bit beneath the attention. “Would you..” He slowly sifts through his pockets, fumbling with the packet of Camel’s before offering a cigarette, “—Like one?” 

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☩ for a bedroom headcanon

✖ for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)

♖ for a childhood headcanon

♬ for a song that fits them

↹ for a best friend headcanon

☾ for a sleeping headcanon 

✻ for if they are a night or day person

✄ for a drunken headcanon

♘ for a pet headcanon

❀ for their favorite season

☮ for an embarrassing headcanon

✈ for a traveling headcanon

⊗  for a completely random headcanon

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"N-nope, I got it.." Lu Han mumbles, shaking his head profusely as a sweet smile coats his lips. He was already standing on the tip of his toes, desperate to reach for the book he was searching for all day, which was— so unfortunately placed on a shelf a little too high for his height. After a few failed attempts of trying to reach for it, he stumbles back, his feet flat on the solid ground again as he heaves out a defeated sigh. “Okay… Y-you try,”

August isn't any taller than the stranger struggling to even brush his fingertips against the desired book's spine, albeit he still nods. Yet instead of pointing his toes, and reaching his arms well above his head, August glances left and right. He spots the stepping stool mere paces away from the two, pulling it forward. Setting the stool before the book resting in the top shelf, August steps up to easily seize the item. "Ah-- you've got excellent taste," he musters a pleasant tone, handing the stranger his desired novel. 

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You might be expecting yet another plead for friends and he might be craving some, but his lips remain pressed shut. It’s a bit awkward, the eye-contact and everything, with the silence that follows. Is he scared to step out of his comfort zone or does he just not care? His lack of honesty won’t let him admit which one it is. Whatever, he thinks, as you feel the cold creep into your bones in the deathly silent that you both stubbornly refuse to end. He knows it’s only a matter of minute before he’ll lose his chance, because you’ll decide to walk away from this nonsense. So is he going to speak…?

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↳ Close for Comfort / Joonmyun & August

August looks over his grocery list again and even reads the items aloud, almost certain he's forgetting something. Although he can't quite name it, so he pockets the slip of paper into his sweater. He inspects his shoes once more, making sure the laces were tight and neither 'bunny ear' was larger than the other. Today, August will trek out of his home and into the noisy, uncomfortably madhouse, most popularly referred to as the grocery store.

Of course, he wouldn't, in his right mind, go alone.Joonmyun, a newly made friend, would be accompanying him. Joonmyun was aware of his.. difficulties and had been glad to come along with August to provide some sort of tangible comfort for his past few trips. The male had been exceedingly gracious in agreeing to spend a day of his week, aiding August into any anxiety-inducing store, market, or gathering place. 

The doorbell rings, and August, stood in the foyer, easily unlocks the front door to pull it open. 

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"Um.." That was all he could manage after seeing the familiar male standing next to him but somehow he cannot seem to recall. The latter was reading a magazine, right in the very bookstore where he happened to look for something for a gift. One glance at a sports magazine with his own face on the front cover of it got him distracted. But with the stranger standing in his way, it's impossible to reach for it. "Excuse me.." He said quietly.

August had passed by a rather extensive bookstore on his way home and, while squashing his anxiety, stepped inside for just a peek. He’d skimmed through the Non-Fiction shelves, very carefully avoided the Self-Improvement section, and lingered for quite a while in Literature. Inevitably, August purchased a novel from both Kerouac and Burroughs and whilst exiting the store, new goods in hand, the male realized he’d skipped the magazine shelves entirely. 

The tabloids were his guilty pleasure, and August held one in his hands with such concentration, he hadn’t noticed that he was blocking a section of the shelves. That is, until a voice spoke up, low and quiet yet rang alarms in August’s ears. He glances up, eyes wide and staring. “Oh!— Uhm, sorry,” sidestepping, quickly August then begins spewing apologies. 

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She grinned, tugging gently but insistently his hand to drag him in her desired direction. “What about just letting go and trust a stranger with friendly intentions?” She glanced at him, her voice light and laced in a carefree tone. Nonchalantly linking their arms, she led down the deserted street.  ”I’m called Suzy by the way. Now, my new friend, anything you have ever wanted to do?” It was late, too late to do anything involving much more than the two of them. “Skinny dipping? Howling at the moon? I’ll make it happen, whatever it may be.”

"Stranger with friendly intentions?" He repeats, feet nearly stumbling beneath him as she tugs him down the uninviting sidewalk. "Uh-- nice to meet you, Suzy," August musters a weak smile, wearily scanning their surroundings. He really should be home. "Ah, perhaps just an evening stroll?" Glancing her way, he can't quite recall their transition between linked hands turned to arms. "I'm August, by the way." 

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" i just need you to write us something beautiful ".

"I don’t know what you mean by that," August replies, each word with increasing vehemence. With his torso leaning over the piano, August buries his face into crossed arms resting against the sheet music rack. His knee bounces beneath him with growing frustration; the notes, the melody were there yet August, try as he might, couldn’t grasp them. 

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"It’s complicated." He wrote, turning the book to the other.

August flits his stare between the stranger and his fluid handwriting. “Complicated indeed,” he comments, canting his head. Yet before his curiosity can venture him to question further, August catches himself. 

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"I love first times. I want my entire life to be composed of them."

August had never heard a phrase to which he could disagree more; large eyes unblinking toward the stranger who’s hand outstretched to his. A lull falls between the two and August knows it’s entirely his own fault. He raises his hand, enveloping it in hers with a slight shake. 

"Wha—" His voice cracks; how embarrassing. "—What do you propose then?" 

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STARTER SENTENCES.

    ↳ ‘Kill Your Darlings’ quotes:

"I do read.” 

"Show me the man who is both happy and sober and I will show you the crinkled anus of a lying asshole.” 

"You said I was everything to you. You are everything to me. Everything to me, do you hear me?”

"You were ordinary… and I made your life extraordinary." 

"Finally, an oasis in this waste land." 

"Only the most anti-social have to go to an event actually called one." 

"I love first times. I want my entire life to be composed of them." 

"Well, you’re not anything yet." 

"Firs thought, best thought." 

"Fuck you! What does that even mean?"

"Welcome to the edge of the world." 

"I don’t uhm— I don’t do the uh, cannabis."

"Some ear job at the bar just called me kid. So I stole his drink." 

"No..We’re not going to kill him. Even better, we’re going to make sure no one remember’s him." 

"Let’s make the prisoners come out and play." 

"I just need you to write us something beautiful."

"It’s complicated." 

"Perfect. I love complicated." 

"I spent my entire life making other people happy, it’s time I find happiness the only way I see possible."

"Words, boys. Empty words." 

"What do you hate from the pit of your gut?" 

"Extraordinary men propel society forward. It is our duty to break the law." 

"She tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes." 

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   PATIENT PROFILE / SESSION SUMMARY #1 

PATIENT : DO, AUGUST                BIRTH : 01 / 12 / 93

SEX : MALE                          HEIGHT : 176 CM

DIAGNOSIS : GENERALIZED ANXIETY, AGORAPHOBIA 

DOCTOR'S NOTES : 

Hands were splayed over his knees, fingertips tapping methodically as if playing an instrument. Patient is said to be prone to fits of anger. Remained tense throughout the entire session. Weekly appointments are to continue. 

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