she asks the hard questions immediately. a click, grind of teeth against candy, stick shockingly white from between chapped lips, pallid skin, the inky black that drapes them until they look as a vantablack hole in the endless, empty sky. seyoon’s eyes drag across her. curious but not unkind. they sometimes wonder just how difficult it is to read them, if it’s the same frustrations they have when picking apart the words of nearly all that speak and expect their reaction. a
at first they shrug. simple and flavorless, as passive as the soft winds that no amount of skyscrapers could fully cut away from seoul’s wide, honeycomb streets.
“it’s just a thing.” seyoon finally says. in some ways it sounds uncertain. as if they expect her to undermine them, correct them, catching the threads that they’re all so uncertain about despite being tucked away so neatly.
seyoon rubs a hand over the back of their neck. knees bumping cool metallic bars, the sort of decorative things meant to keep people from jumping into the flowing river beneath. they’ve never felt the urge. seen others who have, swallowed it, and then kept moving forwards.
in the water, a hiccup breaks otherwise flawless motion. they choose to believe it was a fish.
“…that’s fine.” a slight hesitation. thank you – it doesn’t come easily, seyoon tends to choke on those words. nodding as a cheap replacement as they slide their hands back into their pockets. cold weather nowhere near passing quite yet, leaving calloused fingertips nearly blue by the time they let the chill effect them. “if you want.”
she has a job, a purpose. distantly they know better than to pry her away from that for something as easily forgotten as today.
she listens again, ears tickled at the sound of teeth gnawing at the crystalline candy, the sugars being powdered into a fine dust- this couldn’t have been purely sugar. her eyes remained shut as she listened, palms shifting to rest one atop the other on the railing and pillow her head. if her position would have allowed it, she would have nodded at their voice. just a thing... she doesn’t let the vagueness, their uncertainty sway her; noël has a very similar personality there’s always so much on the mind of those who speak so little. she loved listening, and with just the right amount of poking and prodding she could draw the most out of him... but this was seyoon, and how much was too much? she keeps the silence, uncomfortably long. when her eyes finally open, she takes the time to look at the other.
beautiful eyes, impossibly more intense than her own. an effulgence radiates from their eyes that confirm the warmness she felt to be the burning sensation of their gaze. yes, actions from the other are indeed powerful and carry a grace that exceeds far beyond her own. it is almost otherworldly, though she wonders, if in another world, would they doubt their worth so?
she wonders, yet, what makes a god, and who was she to determine whether they were like one or not?
she is far too ahead of herself, she is not yet well aware of south korean culture, mythology, what’s real and what’s not.
‘ of course, i want to. ‘ she has regained the confidence in her voice, the superiority in her tone.
her hands reach out to grab his, her body warm and blood pumping, though she pauses mid-air. it is a feigned warmth, cheap convenience store pocket warmers are tucked away in her clothes. hands curl back to herself, slipping into her own pockets. eyes shift down to his own but for a moment, paused for a chance to put color back into them, this motive doesn’t escape her mind, however.
‘ you know, i don’t really like modelling so much. ‘ the thought of abandoning it all had crossed her mind several times. she had always imagined herself designing buildings like those of her home, she wondered when society had switched from the detailed and romantic architectural designs to the minimalist ones today.
a shrug, ‘ i don’t mind skipping out for something better. ‘ something more important.
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