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Of Golden Sunflowers | Sunny & Minki
Weirder things hadĀ happened to her, really they had. And so Sunny barely blinked when the guy entered. Living with the Cirque for years on end did that to you. ItĀ desensitizedĀ you. Of course the initial calmness soon got replaced by something that was most definitelyĀ curiosity on her part. However, the guy looked just about as fazed as a potato (and no potatoes werenāt easily distraught in case you were wondering) which brought another question to her bleached-blond head.Ā
The first question being something along the lines of āWho the hell is this guy?!ā for obvious reasons, which left the other question to deal with why he appeared so calm.Ā
Puffing her cheeks without even thinking about it Sunny slowly lowered her hand,Ā which caused her to drop the dress sheād volunteered to fix for her tentmate (after all, she was the one who had ripped it during the effectuation of her admitedly marvelous prank. and it hit the floor with a hardly audible thud. There was eye-contact, that much was sure, but Sunny still had to admit to not knowing what was going on in the slightest.But, as mentioned previously, theĀ tall intruderĀ seemed to be all together rather relaxed under the whole situation which led her to believeĀ it had been his intention after all.
If his look meant anything, that was. For the look she was receiving suggested it probably was her who was mistaken in a pretty convincing manner. Really, it had the girl overthink the entire thing yet again, only to come to the realization that ,yes, it was her tent and yes, she was supposed to be there.
So one could understand her bafflement when Minki saluted her and laid down on a bed. It wasnāt hers, the colours werenāt bright enough, but it surely wasnāt his either. It was Bomās. Obviously, she reasoned, because thatās where Bom had slept ever since she had arrived.
āYouāre not Bom.ā
As far as first impressions went Sunny had to admit this didnāt ensure a good one. And it would definitely lead the guy to question her intelligence. So, she decided to do a little damage control and started to ramble. Because really, that had to be the best thing to do in this situation.
āI mean..I know youāre not. Bom is a girl, you see. And youāre very much..not..a..girl. Besides Bom has red hair. And your hair isnāt red. And really..youāre just not as cute.ā
had she really challenged his cuteness? Apparently she had.
āWhat I meant to say was..why arenāt you Bom? Wait. No. That snds weird, and I can imagine you have your reasons..But..well, if youāre not Bom why are you in her bed? Oh, and who are you? Why donāt I know you?ā Her last remark had found itās way to her mouth, and sheād voiced the thought it had been and was supposed to stay. Because that had been the real issue. Who was this guy? Obviously new..You donāt just walk into random tents and claim random beds around here. At least, not as far as Sunny was concerned. But she made an effort to at least get to know the names and respective faces of new members and this guy..well with this guy she just drew a blank.
It was peculiar, if anything.
Ā The faint odor of parfume and a hue of shampoo or lotion lingering on the cushions filled his nose as the offender was lying there, on a mattress so doubtlessly owned by a women, and somewhere deep within this made Minki feel all too elated. Just as he had made himself comfortable on the foreign sleeping spot, her voice married into the air to eventually descend to caress his eardrum. Whilst her words suggested her not to have been blessed with intellect, her reaction was utmost satisfying in Minkiās ears. It had been a while for him to trick someone other than through the usage of cards, and the mental breadth necessary to beguile individuals outside the strict laws of a game was a challenge much accepted and appreciated. Her dull babbling, for once, didnāt disturb him the slightest. Even though he usuallyĀ harbouredĀ a rather poignant aversion towards even the slightest idiocy.
The tone of her voice and the imagination of her face ā cheeks most likely puffed, hands stemmed onto her waist and a gentle tinge of rouge stretching across her nose ā merged seamlessly into a picture that Minki could only label as cute. Ā All too vividly, the trickster could imagine her standing where she did, facing his unmoving back with the exact mixture of fury, confusion and curiosity that her voice displayed dancing across her soft features. Lists of possibly fitting nicknames for her were already assuming metaphorical shape in his mind, though did the male pay extreme care not to give away any of his inner workings to the female, lest heād reveal his intentions or ruin his plans.
He kept occupying the mattress that was obviously not his with a nonchalance that might as well be testimony to his disinterest for her words. Due to the raven-headās disregard, he missed the remark about his apparent lack of adorableness, having been too occupied naming hers. Gingerly and accompanied by a theatrically deep sigh, Minki eventually turned to lie on his back once the cataract-like flows of words concluded in another question, which was obviously not Minkiās to answer. By now, the male couldnāt help one corner of his lips to curve upwards, though he fought the urge. His hands folded under his head as he readjusted his position, keeping his eyes closed before the low bass of his voice filled the tent in a drawl that could only be blamed on early mornings.
āNo, as you have well observed, Iām not Bom,ā he paused and pried his eyes open a slit to witness her reaction as he proceeded, āIām obviously lacking theā¦ resources.āĀ The last word was emphasized not only vocally but as well accompanied by the hint of a grin on his lips, hoping that was indication enough for her to grasp the meaning. Her last query was left to be ignored, the question of his identity left unresolved in the air between them, as Minki was reluctant in disclosing all too much information about his person just yet ā mystery would surely keep her interested. Instead he tried to satisfy a bit of her curiosity with another approach; offering a solution to her last posed problem.
āI donāt know why you donāt know me. Itās quite quizzical to me too. Maybe we havenāt met before, which is actually quite the pity. Such a formidable lady shouldnāt have missed my attention.ā The smile on his lips morphed to a gentle, if slightly mischievous one. āRight now, I was in process of getting a little relaxation, though. If you donāt mind, Iād cherish a bit of silence.ā
A Jester's Luck | Minho & Minki
āOh, how very unfortunate,ā the low bass exclaimed with a theatric exhibition of empathy, which was mirrored to almost abstract perfection by its ownerās features. Another round had tragically ended in the absolute destruction of the luck-seekerās hopes, whereupon the game masterās lips offered a compassionate smile in all its proper wryness. No one would have guessed that, underneath the colorful farce, lured the less lustrous sincerity of greed and self-gratification. The more he won, however, the more the tricksterās features changed. With every win to his favor, Minkiās eyes sparked with amusement that he quickly hid as he regained proper composure, and there was a small twist to the corners of his mouth, a little twitch that let them rise just a little higher than appropriate.
It wasnāt the aspect of victory that was poison to the raven-headās demeanor ā there was nothing for him to gain from the visitors but a few Won, a small bit of extra money. No, what managed to instigate such reactions were the expressions of the unsuspecting bait. How their eyes widened in utter surprise and then narrowed in on their personal subject of suspicion was a reaction to ridicule. And the more the evening progressed, the more temerarious Minki became. His expression slipped more often to the resemblance of a sneer and the satisfied gleam in his eyes gained visibility as if testimony to the Machiavellian truth behind his luck.Ā
Once the main attractions were over and done with, however, the crowds gathering at the tricksterās table were slowly but surely diminishing. At the realization, a sensation of boredom materialized in his stomach, gaining almost tangible weight. When the last baffled spectator had left with a frown and a nixing shake of his head, Minki felt the void catch up to him again. He was more reluctant than ever to pack his belongings and call it a day than usual, and so, reaching for a yet-not-existing cigarette in the back pocket of his jean, he cast a glance around the emptying space surrounding him.
His sable-rimmed eyes soon fixated on the figure of a man standing nearby. The other was staring and it took Minki a few seconds to realize that he was the very receiver of that scrutiny. Retracting his hand from his pocket, the corner of the trickster's mouth curved to a smile and he waved the other over with an inviting gesture. The man was, as quite obvious by the way of familiarity he moved, a member of the circus as well ā A factĀ ignitingĀ a spark of excitement in Minkiās gut. āHow about it,ā he called out, unable not to tinge his voice with a hue of ridicule as he elaborated, āWeāll see whoās luck is better, mine or yours.āĀ
Of Golden Sunflowers | Sunny & Minki
Blithe with the bliss of morning and a wide smile stretching idly across his lips, Minki might have well been the embodiment of Allen Ginsbergās idea of internal human biology. āWeāre all golden sunflowers inside,ā Minki couldnāt agree more on this particular morning.
Sunlight settled on his emerging figure with a touch of warmth that laced his skin in soothing shivers as he exited his tent. His mind was filled with a pleasant vacuum that seemed to swallow every thought in its very birth, a welcome metal nirvana that the trickster hoped of lingering for another while. Whilst he didnāt encourage rudeness, Minki preferred to be ignorant in early morning hours to enable himself to bask in his own blissful oblivion for a little longer and, briefly, nursed the hope of not walking into anyone whoād provide him with the cure to his sleep-hazed abeyance.Ā
Stiff and slow in his movements, Minki advanced his designation only slowly and his morning philosophy was just as comatose and tenacious as his gate suggested, not contracting any bit of muscle that wasnāt strictly necessary for his body to perform movement. He washed himself deliberately as he reached the installments, lucky to find them free.
The mistake ā one may blame it on sun-kissed mornings ā occurred on his way back to the tents. One turn was taken wrongly, his surroundings not memorized completely, and a yawn turned colorblind for a moment too long. The result had Minki find himself in rather astonished company of a female, which in turn, left Minki quite bemused. As if her being at the wrong place valued a higher likelihood, the other cast a glance around the tent, searching for non-existent familiarity. It took a while too long for Minki to get comfortable with the realization that this was not his tent, all the more saddening, not his bed.
His brain was kicked into gear at the situation what brought great unpleasantry upon his being and as he considered his options, the tricksters gaze traveled back up to the girl. She was quite pretty and what her facial features might have lacked in refinement, boasted her breasts. The girl might be worth getting into trouble, he decided, before he saluted to her cheekily and lay down on one of the beds, silently praying it was hers. They were alone in the tent wherein a cleanliness reigned that suggested no one to be back for all too soon. Turning away from her, he closed his eyes with a Cheshire-grin crowning his lips, waiting for her reaction like a feline predator waiting for its pray to peek out of the bushes.
So I've been at the hospital
Maybe youāve wondered where Iāve been all this while ā or maybe not. The following happened: I was at the hospital since my fever was unstoppable and I started having a lot of difficulty breathing. Now since 12 days of illness is definitely too long for a normal disease, I got checked up thoroughly. With the result of my body being host to the nastiest, most painful, most contagious virus known of.
They told me it will take at least two months until I will start feeling better and another month to full recoveryā¦. at best. Thereās patients who had this thing for a year, apparently. I donāt even wanna think about the possibility. No wonder, though, since thereās no medicine against it, just massive amounts of painkillers and anesthetics and pity and quarantine.
All in all Iām tied to the bed for the time being, with the exception of the regular blood tests I gotta do since this little bastard of a virus can cause various little lethal bastards of illnesses. Hip hip hurray!
Sleepless Nights |Ā Tablo - Minki
Deep black clouds scratched at the sky and obscured any extraterrestrial illumination behind a veil of grey as Minki stepped into the open night. Thick slough wrapped around his shoes in an attempt to devour the material but the tricksterās focus was solely directed skywards. Rain dripped from the heavensā in a tender caress to the earth, a hydrophonia filling the silence between early morning and nightās fading bliss. At this hour, not even the birds were making a sound.
He took a breath thick with humidity and herbal essences and pried his eyes open again. The vista that greeted him was a canvas washed to slurs by the falling waters but not the less picturesque with itās merging colors of dancing specs of fire, contrasting softly to tents and woods bathed in slate blue. Combined with the sounds filling his ear, it was a marvelous mise-en-scĆØne and despite the spring's cold biting through his jacket, warmth blossomed in Minkiās chest. A feeling close to amenity engulfed him before he marched across the scene with quick, nimble steps.
Finding shelter under the baldachin of the big performance tent, he faced eastwards, ready to witness the sunrise, which he presumed to be in less than three hours. There was something strangely calming about watching the horizon combust in bursts of color, sending spectrums of light chasing across the hemisphere to eventually overrule the darkness. Maybe he was actually interested in the poetic aspect of the spectacle. Though the mere thought of him turning into a philosophical nitwit, drowning in the dire monotony of bookish idiom evoked a soft chuckle from his throat. Minki shook his head at his own early silliness as his fingers fished lighter and cigarette out of his pocket. Once set aflame, a deep drag was taken in and released into the fleeting night, concoction of grey curling carelessly into nothingness.
As he was standing, one arm wrapped around his midsection and elbow supported on his hip, a figure extracted from the shadows. Darkness had cloaked them in invisibility and thus evaded Minkiās attention until the approaching party entered the area illuminated by the torches adorning either side of the canopied entrance. If he had been startled, the trickster didnāt let it be noticed but cocked a brow into the direction of the arriver in unhidden curiosity. Soft crimson-gold flickered across the strangerās features and a jolt of recognition shot through the realty twister. Heād seen the manās face by chance, an interesting combination of soft features framing sharp eyes ā The other must be a performer too. One of which had caught Minkiās curiosity. There was something indefinable about this man, adjectives seeping through his fingers if he tried to label him with a fitting attribute, a thought too volatile to cage. He stayed silent for what might have been too long of a while before Minki eased himself out of his position and offered an outstretched hand in greeting, the habitual half-smile crowning his lips.Ā
Ā āLee Minki, pleasure.ā
Ā Full of unexpected encounters they were, those sleepless nights.Ā
ā Hottie of the WeekĀ ā¤Ā Lee Min Ki ā
I am totally overwhelmed by your warm welcomes! Thank you very much!
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āDonāt you ever regret itā, a tuft of silken curls gushed over her shoulders and tickled her naked thighs as she shifted her weight and pulled her legs against her front, ā I mean, donāt you feel bad for all the innocent you shamelessly beguile? Thatās pretty much a crime!ā The girlās eyes widened as if in sudden epiphany and Minki suppressed the impending sigh of exasperation, stifled the sound in its very birth, and yawned instead. How he had ended up in company of such a dimwit was dulled away by the aftermath of severe intoxication and maybe, the thought occurred, the latter was the reason itself. There was no way the young male would have picked up a girl with the intelligence quotient of a Russian third class prostitute which not even her ā bathed in the soft gold of morning quite spectacular ā beauty could make up for.
Ā Her rambling had been going on ever since Minki had awoken in a bed that existed of too much lace to be his own, and therefore, he hoped to belong to her and not be owned by a parental unit, the later promising to be a dread he wouldnāt want to face with a hangover. Light was crushing through the windows as she felt the need to pry the curtains open and send arrows of pain piercing through his lids, all serving to highlight the persistent headache gnawing at his head. He even entertained the thought of tugging her back to bed and silence her with his own mouth, just so she would stop adding to his displeasure. A kiss would probably suffice to have her forget about her choice of topic and heād watch the blossom of her curiosity blight as their conversation would flow, more and more, to pleasantly shallow waters. There was no apparent desire for her, however, although she was not bad of a courtesy to the eye but Minki would do anything, really, to get her off that terribly straining topic.
Ā A sly half-smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he merely nodded as another, far more pleasing idea assumed shape in his head. Leisurely, the young male reached for the pieces of clothing scattered about and cast a last glance at her features that would soon twist in shock.
Ā āTerrible crime, indeed. By the way, thereās a small fire in the kitchen. You should check on that.ā
Ā It was worth the lie, Minki decided, when he watched a multitude of expressions cross her features before the pungent odor of burnt plastics reached her dollish nose and he barely managed to retain a facade of nonchalance as she put on a sprint at a speed he hadnāt known her capable of. And while she busied herself to fret over the bagatelle of a fire ā which was really merely more than a flame ā Minki gathered his belongings.Ā He left the flat through its front door with a light skip in his gate, her screeches building the melody to the three quarters cadence of his steps.Ā
Follow the Scallywag, Minki!
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via larmoyante)
