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This blog's queue has been depleted. I've moved Crystal to a new blog.
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Nothing is impossible for a man who’s deeply in love with his woman.
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AVA GARDNER & ROBERT WALKER in ONE TOUCH OF VENUS — 1948, dir. William A. Seiter
If I hadn't been here today, something bad would have happened to Changyu. If you accept your fate, who can save you?
PURSUIT OF JADE ⁃ 逐玉 (2026) Episode 11.
monster (2020) - irene & seulgi
ㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ݁ 「ㅤ@megitsunekoㅤ」ㅤwaltzed around the razor's edge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ i think i should've kept my mouth shut. ❞
Aware of the words,ㅤa response doesn't come to light at the moment.ㅤIrises befall on her,ㅤaware of their phrasing and the deviation they meant to serve.ㅤThat is the kind of look that takes in more than just the words,ㅤtracing the tension behind them,ㅤthe instinct to retract already settling in.ㅤThere is a quiet beat for the woman of rosé strands of hair won't let that happen so easily in her watch.ㅤThenㅤ—ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤWhyㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤAn inquire with sweetness'.ㅤThe sculpted cheek falls within the surface of the shoulder,ㅤobserving the other one with a careful and almost thoughtful look.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou've said something you weren't supposed toㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe voice of the femme continues.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤPerhaps it is something you weren't ready to say it out loud.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
A faint shift in the expression can be seen,ㅤsomething between a smile and something that carries a hint of understanding.ㅤThose aren't the same thing.ㅤStepping in further,ㅤclosing the distance with deliberation without crowding the space around them,ㅤCrystal murmurs:ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤSilence is not to regret but what it can hide.ㅤIf you wanted to keep it to yourself you would have,ㅤdear.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤWith a grounding sensation,ㅤthe eyes flicker briefly taking the restless energy to the edge of something untamed that mirrors the springtide in the most quiet edges.
❛❛ㅤㅤSo no,ㅤI don't think you should have.ㅤNot with me,ㅤat least.ㅤI'm all ears to listen to your thoughts.ㅤI promise I don't bite.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
ㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ݁ 「ㅤ@bungemㅤ」ㅤwaltzed around the razor's edge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ㅤ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞
The attention span of the femme fatale lingersㅤ—ㅤattentive and with a body relaxed that is perched upon the edges of the mirror roomㅤ/ㅤHer curves are swallowed painfully by the light of the sunlight that trespasses just a few inches away from a crystalline panel window.ㅤWords spoken evoke a pause making a bridge between the momentum and the rest of the previous conversation.ㅤAmethysts raise up,ㅤmeeting hers with a intention that at the moment cannot be deciphered;ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYes,ㅤI did and I do.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe thoughts are reflected upon each syllable,ㅤvoice in the same intonationㅤ—ㅤthe cheek blends with the bump of the lithe shoulder,ㅤresonating with a hum from the depths of the lungs.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI was trying to decide,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤSpringtide's vessel speaks with amusement threading the embroidery through the sounds,ㅤbatting those lashes with leisure.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤWhether it would be impolite to stare.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤ
❛❛ㅤㅤI suppose that answers itself and I do not need to say more.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA beat quickly follows with genuine praise given,ㅤeyes continue to punctuate;ㅤmouth drenched in vermillion curl,ㅤshowing withe teeth behind that smileㅤ—ㅤumistakably pleased at the sight and with endless thoughts that pour incessantly of dark corners that turn and twist with each other.ㅤA hand lightens up the mood,ㅤleaving the sign to the dress the other one is having.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt suits you in a way that makes the rest of the room feel less and less pretty by each second.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe woman adds softer but no less certain of each crossed word.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤAnd I think I must have the perfect pair of high heels to match the brilliance of it.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
ㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ݁ 「ㅤ@khimxraㅤ」ㅤwaltzed around the razor's edge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ㅤ ㅤi’m not used to having such good company.
The night breeze stands out easy between them.ㅤIt's not the silence of the midnight hours but close enough that the absence of tension becomes something worthy of enjoyment as days passes.ㅤCrystal stands nearby,ㅤposture relaxed watching the time fly by,ㅤchoosing to remain rather than linger away in the presence of the other.ㅤWhen the words reach her,ㅤa blink of butterfly lashes occurs giving in a pause that suggests consideration to respond or not.
A small tugs from plush tiers tinted in carmine happens.ㅤIt’s a normal thing.ㅤStill,ㅤto know that someone has taken the consideration to be vocal about her company is often overlook;ㅤit is often something so trivial,ㅤso normal,ㅤthat when someone thinks of it far beyond becomes something that is indeed taken for granted.ㅤLithe shoulders lift up,ㅤveils of flesh close.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤNow,ㅤnow.ㅤBe careful with that,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤIn a murmur that escapes,ㅤtone seems light with threads of amusement that streetches into the unknown.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou'll raise your standards if you get too used to it.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤCrystal shifts the weight of the body ever so slightly,ㅤremaining where she is:ㅤwhere she intends to be.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI suppose that would be a horribly unfortunate thing to deal with.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤ
💋 / shame? i don't know her
He can play nice- he's good at that. Humbling himself to maintain some kind of peace between him, and someone else. This is no different; taking her hand in his with more care than one might think was necessary. He knows she's important, he can feel that. Fortunately it doesn't seem like she's suspicious. Or knows more than he wants her to. This need to obscure his identity has been necessary, to keep his place a secret. He's perched, ready to strike the moment he sees the prey he's after. It'd do no good to have it ruined because someone decided to be nosey.
The gentlemanly persona is genuine however- she's a beautiful, and well respected woman. She clearly deserves it. A kiss to the back of her hand, against her knuckles. His cane in hand tucked behind his back and out of the way. " It's a pleasure... " uhm. " What was your name again? "
5 kisses
Smooth,ㅤpolished;ㅤindifferent.ㅤWeaving through the grand entrance as thought nothing within it could possibly disturb its rhythm.ㅤCrystal stands within it as though she belongs to any place,ㅤbecause indeed,ㅤshe does.ㅤAnd yetㅤ—ㅤwhen his hand takes hers,ㅤall atention is brought up to him.ㅤNot the gesture itself,ㅤfor that is expected and practicedㅤ/ㅤpart of the world they stand inㅤ...ㅤthe feign care behind it.ㅤIntentional,ㅤbrought forth with meassurement.ㅤJust slightly more precise than it needs to be.ㅤ
Amaranthine gaze dare to fix onto him,ㅤquit and observant,ㅤalready reading more than he intends to offer.ㅤA perfect execution:ㅤa kiss on the hand.ㅤFlawless.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHow unfortunate,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe femme's lips offer a smile,ㅤshowing ivory teeth behind plum tiers touched with the faintest thread of amusement.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤto make such an impression and fail to remember the most basic detail.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA small tilt of the head,ㅤpink strands slipping lightly over her shoulder over dark fabric.ㅤThey don't offer any sign of offense and aren't supposed to stingㅤ..ㅤonly a quiet kind of curiosity.
❛❛ㅤㅤCrystal,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤSlit crystalline surface doesn't leave his sight.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤyou can try to remember it this time.ㅤAnd you areㅤ...ㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
you become stronger the moment you decide which sins are no longer yours to bear.
winnie shrunk back in her seat, head lolling. it was the worst response——only because it was right. speaking to wiser entities was frustrating, even more so when it seemed to be with an older version of herself. she'd craved familial intimacy for so long, and now she wanted to flee.
“ it is. it's already happening. ” forgoing her prim mask, winnie leaned forward, hard fingers pressed against her temples, rubbing in circles. “ you are saying. . .i do not need to be responsible for their sins. and you're right. why is it that immortals——? ” she huffed, jawline clenched. out with it !
“ i don't understand why we cannot coexist. are humans really so inferior? do they deserve for their necks to be wrung out, their bodies abandoned in the road at midnight? but that is not the question at hand, is it? ”
her lips pressed. “ they're. . .they're not savages. i have a younger brother, an older sister, my mum and dad. my brother is going through that i'm so superior phase i fear will never die. my sister, oh, she's evil dripping in elegance. would rather enslave a human man and drain him slowly than stain her dress. ”
she paused, smiling despite herself with a glimmer of pride in her eyes.
“ my parents. . .clinging onto the old days like usurped royalty. my mum calls this playing dolls. ” she waved about and her plants swayed.
“ the problem, my lady—is that i still love them. i would die for them, take their punishment for them over and over. is that strength? or am i foolish? ” her smile withered. “ it's okay if i am. nothing is solved overnight, right? do you have family? a harem of maidens, perhaps? ”
winnie plucked a napkin and slid it across the table. “ my application, do sign me up, please. ”
The inquire feels heavier than the rest.ㅤNot the philosophy itself and clearly not the frustration.ㅤNot even the quiet unraveling of certainty that had come before it.ㅤDo you have familyㅤ.ᐣㅤCrystal's body halts without any possible outcome towards the outside worldㅤ—ㅤnot in any way that would draw immediate attentionㅤ—ㅤbut something in her pauses.ㅤA thread pulled taut somewhere beneath the surface,ㅤsubtle enough to escape notice and yet present all the same.
Amethysts don't leave Winnie.ㅤIt becomes sharp and soft both at once.ㅤIt takes a few seconds for the vessel of springtime to answer,ㅤopting for observing instead.ㅤThe way Winnie leans forward,ㅤhans press against the temples as if trying to hold something together that is already beginning to slip through her fingers.ㅤThe way words contradict themselves:ㅤlove tangled with resentment,ㅤclarity with defined denial.ㅤIt is painfully familiar.ㅤToo familiar.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤCoexistence has never been the problem,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe young woman explains with a steady voice as the contour of the glove faces the teacup,ㅤsomething threading beneath it now with a tender quietness.ㅤSomething less distant than before.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt's expectation.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA small pause.ㅤA close of lashes.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHumans expect mercy and immortals expect obedience.ㅤBoth believe themselves justified.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤIrises drift once more towards the ivy that curls along the walls towards the blossoms still leaning and reaching.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤNeither is entirely wrong and neither is entirely right.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤNow her attention backs to Winnie.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHumans are not inferior,ㅤthey are merely fragile.ㅤBut fragility is not the same as worthlessness.ㅤIt just means they break more easily and that makes them less manegeable.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤ
Family.ㅤThe words feels different now.ㅤCrystal leans back slightly,ㅤposture still composed through it all,ㅤbut the edge of her presence becomes less sharp than it had been moments before.ㅤShe gathers her thoughts,ㅤas if she was dulling the edges of her words to not be used as weapons of fine steel.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou love them,ㅤeven knowing what they are.ㅤEven knowing what they will continue to be.ㅤI wouldn't say it is foolishㅤ...ㅤbut is,ㅤindeed,ㅤdangerous.ㅤYou're not wrong for wanting them to be better but you are wrong to believe it's your responsibility to make them so.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA faint shift in the gaze,ㅤto be something even more quieterㅤ—ㅤwith words that need to land with the same certainty as before but with a clear message:ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou cannot carry people into goodness.ㅤPerish the thought.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
The napkin slides across the table and from the span of the blink of an eye something flickers past countenance with amusement that doesn't fully form.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤA harem,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA faint breath exhaled from nostrils,ㅤnot quite the laugh you'd hear that carries a symphony of reverberating cords but enough to suggest the thought entertained her more than expected.ㅤGloved hand reach out lightling catching the edge of the napkin where it rests between them.ㅤA graceful touch.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤFamily.ㅤI have something like it.ㅤThey are not kind,ㅤnot gentle and not easily left behind.ㅤSmall but mine.ㅤAs for your applicationㅤ...ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤShe adds,ㅤthe faintest trace of that earlier dryness returning to her tone.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI would advise you to reconsider the offer.ㅤLoyalty like yours is rarely rewarded the way it should beㅤ...ㅤand I would rather not prove that lesson to you myself.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ
ㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ݁ 「ㅤ@attroxxㅤ」ㅤwaltzed around the razor's edge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ㅤwhat was i supposed to do , let you die ? / from dante ~
There's no immediate answer,ㅤfor the inquire dares to settle betwixt with more weight than it should because of what sits beneath them.ㅤDare to speak it:ㅤinstinct,ㅤchoice,ㅤconsequences.ㅤAmethyst slit irises excessive lingers on him,ㅤsearching,ㅤtrying to understand where exactly the line had been crossedㅤ...ㅤand if either of them noticed when it happend.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤOf course not,ㅤI don't think you were.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤ
Bridge of a pause,ㅤdriftning amaranthines away to break the intensity and give them a moment of space to breathe.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou did what you thought was right.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤAs if she were able to die with that body that regenerates itself at any given moment,ㅤthere's the thought that is unspoken.ㅤIf anything,ㅤthe words that echo in the air carry acknowledgement of the weight of that decision that wasn't made lightly.ㅤAn exhale from nostrils,ㅤher fingertips brushing absently against her arm as if grounding herself in something that isn't able to shift.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤBut that isn't the same as what was necessary.ㅤYou chose me and now you have to live with what that means.ㅤI appreciate it,ㅤthough.ㅤFor what it's worth I don't regret that you did.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe cheek melts with the bump of the shoulder,ㅤobserving the other in a way that feels less judgment and more like recognition among them all;ㅤshe understands the kind of choice far better than she ever says out loud.ㅤThe expression that paints the countenance of the femme softens for just a fraction of time enough to be genuine.
❛❛ㅤㅤOh my,ㅤI talk too muchㅤ...ㅤBut don't mistake that for an aproval that you should continue following.ㅤNext time remember that saving someone isn't always a mercy act.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe edge of the words is not meant to wound and not to comfort,ㅤthe duality that shifts within feels adecuate;ㅤbecause springtide's maiden knows exactly what it costs to be the one who survives in the worst moments.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤName's Crystal.ㅤWhat's the one of myㅤ...ㅤsaviourㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ