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Pre-established Relationship Meme !
– Send a 💙 and the type of relationship you’re interested in (platonic, romantic, hate, etc), and I’ll make a random small starter for us, smack dab in the middle of said relationship (especially if our muses haven’t interacted yet) & we can go from there. Let’s see where it takes us!
hsiaoyuchen15:
via
https://www.instagram.com/p/2dbpypjYhN/
five-word sentences.
“ please just let me forget. ”
“ c'mon try to guess what. ”
“ just leave me alone already. ”
“ no, i’m not going to. ”
“ you can’t change my mind. ”
“ my mind is made up. ”
“ i’m not gonna let you. ”
“ don’t do that to me. ”
“ think about what you’re doing. ”
“ why aren’t you listening now? ”
“ i want to sleep forever. ”
“ you need to leave now. ”
“ i’ll always have your back. ”
“ now there’s no going back. ”
“ the view really is spectacular. ”
“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”
“ why can’t you trust me? ”
“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”
“ i don’t love you anymore. ”
“ i am a great person. ”
“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”
“ exactly, why are you awake? ”
“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”
“ how is that not hilarious? ”
“ please just calm down now. ”
“ i was already calm, asshole. ”
“ i can see your underwear. ”
“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”
“ please stop losing your temper. ”
“ you can cry if needed. ”
“ you have to run away. ”
“ i just wanna be yours. ”
“ ashes, we all fall down. ”
“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”
{ 🌻 } ;; reiko と jaeho
eojaeho:
papers fluttered, and the librarian hurled a shush in his direction when the door slammed shut. jaeho was short-winded, almost doubled over as he waved her off. he was a little sweaty, too. goddamn it. the teen tossed around a few insults and curses in his head before slipping between the bookshelves, one hand pressed over the racing of his heart. five minutes ago, the hellish face of his professor rounding the corner sent him sprinting in the opposite direction. detention was his personal inferno — coincidentally, it was also his second home. he knew he would be sentenced to classroom clean-up duty if he were caught skipping again. there were still particles of dust lodged in his airway from the previous punishment. no, he wasn’t being lazy. this was a matter of health.
so, here he was, in a library. his skin was crawling at the word, and he burrowed deeper into the abyss of yellowing pages and leathered spines. thankfully, he would never be found here. cho jaeho and books weren’t compatible — true, okcupid gave them a 90% match, but some things aren’t meant to be. with each breath, he could feel his lungs brimming with putrid things like wisdom and knowledge. jaeho was not a fan. he would not recommend this. the seongsu academy library would earn two stars and a lousy review on yelp. his inner comedian had to drop the mic, because he reached a glorious parting of shelves. a small table fit snugly in the open space, and blocks of sunlight filtered in, casting a glow on the girl in the center.
jaeho paused, and his eyes ticked down the column of her body, row by row. when he was finished, each box was checked. she was adequate. next thing, he plopped down in the seat across from her, making sure his arrival was noticeacble. actually, it was almost intrusive. after all, he wouldn’t be jaeho if he didn’t meddle.
{ 💐 } – THE PLUMP CHERRIES and juicy pieces of honeydew that passed petal pink lips to greet their vitamin rich demise filled her mouth with the sweetest of nectars. a treat as sweet as any other providing the much needed fuel for extended studying sessions graced her tongue with a delicious ambrosia with only the accompanying quiet scratching of pen to paper to cause for interruption. distant sounds in the library roused her ears. a commotion in the distance hardly of her concern and yet drawing her attention like a moth to a flame. hurried steps and quickened breaths painted an invisible trail behind bookshelves she’d not the ability to see through as if they were not there until out from the opposite side emerged a being more foreign in a place of learning than her small collection of tupperware surrounding her studying material.
HIS FACE WAS a foreign one. either gone unseen commonly or simply one not stored in her memory banks, reiko soaked in the details of the young man before her with curious chews of watermelon still fresh upon her lips. he qualified in all aspects of the base checklist to be called a handsome male and it was an omen she’d been warned of by older, more experienced girls. a chance meeting. a random encounter out of the norm. the hopeless romantic within her constructed a montage of movie scenes depicting similar scenarios and, albeit for the shortest of moments, she was drawn back to the honeyed world that rose colored glasses painted so beautifully in the cinema scenes.
BUT THEY WERE just movies. the dazed look lasted but just a moment before she was once again redirected to the world she had created. the soft squish of her fruit. the quiet rustle of her text’s pages. the savory taste released with a small chew. a routine she was quite fond of cut short by an intruder who’d only seemed hellbent on remaining. again, golden eyes peered from beneath her fringe to the strange boy as her table was no longer a seat for one. an inkling tickled at the back of her mind, a question formulated and spoken with confusion riddled manners.
❝ i’m sorry. have we met? ❞
@eojooheon
Turning around from where he was sitting on his spot on the hill, Jooheon eyed the girl up and down, with a blank expression while trying to remember or even grasp the other’s name. The wind whispered it like always, murmurs of her name mixed with his own, maybe it was weird that she would approach him, maybe it was fate. The wind always told half stories like the little tease of an element it was. Still, Jooheon stroked each petal, carefully trying not to break them or damage the flower. In the end:
“there are truly a few things that can only be treasured for a little while. then it’s all gone.” and he was clapping the flower off of his grasp, asking the wind to sweep it out of his sight, and his element obliged, like a loyal puppy. he could say that about his father: he had only good memories, but his mother never commented on them, never even dared to tell him his father had honestly been bad. Perhaps because he worshiped him to a point where it could break him. Perhaps he was lingering the time for the memories and the figure of his father as a holy being. But letting go was just out of the question.
“reiko, right?”
{ 💐 } – THE BLOSSOM GRACING the palm of his hand with quiet beauty had stolen tawny eyes away from the remaining wonders of the gardens. wisdom rested behind honeyed eyes and in the very blood that flowed through her veins, a birthright blessing her with the most powerful green thumb of all. she was one with the earth and it showed in the way the grasses tilted as if reaching to caress her bare ankles, flowers kissing bare toes depressed into the soil that surged a power through her that brought upon a certain serenity that mirrored the gentle breeze lifting dark tresses in it’s passing. true to her element, nature called to her throughout the day. her daily stroll met a new occurrence but not all things foreign were unwelcome.
HIS GENTLE TOUCH was noted with quiet appreciation and as the blossom was lifted into the wind, carried away on a feather soft current, she gazed after it until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. flighty by nature whereas her being called for being grounded, fate predicted conflict between their affinities but he held a peacefulness about him and understanding that broke the predetermined course and lowered a predispositioned wall to those she did not know. she concurred his statement with a hushed smile, dainty feet depressing the ground beneath them with each near silent step until she drew up short just several feet away. her figure lowered to the earth, the knee length uniform skirt she preferred billowing and draping around her as she perched herself upon her knees and allowed her fingers to smooth through the comforting silken blades of grass.
❝ but the memories will always remain. ❞
A BUD YET to bloom was held daintily between the pads of her fingertips and without a word it flourished with velvety petals blooming into the bright whites speckled with brilliant pinks of the orchid right before their eyes. a flower not unlike the one he’d sent away. she nodded.
❝ and you’re jooheon. i’ve seen you before. just not here. ❞
{ 🌻 } ;; reiko と jaeho
@eojaeho
{ 💐 } – UNLIKE HER EXTROVERSION that shone through when subject to the presence of others, her social skills exercised in the face of companionship and accord, reiko grew weaker still to the points in time where her batteries were charged with the tip of her nose pressed between polished, printed pages and tiny words scribbled across the glossed surfaces filled her with a satisfying knowledge her brain worked through to decipher and store for later use. a simple act in essence and yet the most tiring. gears constantly turning to decode uninteresting subject matter past the ever nagging pulse of desire labeled procrastination took it’s toll even on the most diligent of students.
HOWEVER SHE SUFFERED NOT.
NAMES AND DATES and the ability to develop an internal system to recall the historical timeline was nourished by her home -- a small town in france mired in tradition and it’s colorful history. a time of solace spent enjoyably in silence save for the soft squishing pierce of her plastic fork into the neatly sliced fruit she’d prepared and the quiet turning of pages, pencil scribbling faintly in nor not to miss a single thing. better to be thorough than to underprepare, she’d say. dainty feet were curled beneath her, the long loose pleats of her skirt draping over the sides of the chair such as the lengthy waterfall of dark mahogany hair rested in soft waves over her shoulder with fixated tawny eyes on her history text. the only sounds that emerged from her were routine.
SQUISH. RUSTLE. CHEW.
黒崎くんの言いなりになんてならない 小松菜奈 千葉雄大
{ 🌸 } ;; reiko と open
{ 💐 } – A FRIVOLOUS DREAM was the desire reiko harbored for silly actions condemned to those defined as tourists. she passed day in and day out, a full earth’s rotation preceding the end of her waning self control. he sat majestically, center stage, for all to bask in his greatness. an enigma lost to perpetual thought upon his throne captured her golden eyes in their fleeting meetings by the great hall. the will overtook her before all other means of self restraint would continue to send her on her way. careful fingers balanced the rose golden iphone on the nearest ledge with fastidious caution, the timer for the camera counting down slowly and yet far too quickly for her to capture the position. a mimic was all she hoped to be in mirror of the infamous statue but in such a short period of time, her dreams seemed far too unattainable. rushed feet slapping against pavement in a scramble of silken mahogany tresses, her small frame hurrying to capture the position and falling short with each attempt. each fail only motivated her further, a determined brow furrowing beneath neatly cut front bangs.
THIS WOULD BE THE ONE
SHE DASHED BACKWARDS and was sent reeling as her tiny frame collided at full speed with another poor soul. mussed hair clouded her vision, efforts to disentangle herself with the stranger proving counterproductive despite the apologies spewing past petal pink lips with embarrassed haste.
❝ I’M-- SORRY! SORRY! I HADN’T SEEN YO-- ARE YOU OKAY? ❞
{ 💐 } – unfortunately i am not actually here for her acceptance right now since i have a rather long shift at work to deal with but i wanted to at least queue up an introduction post since i couldn’t contain the excitement i had leading up to this day! i have no alias and just referring to me as reiko’s mun is perfectly okay! i have a few open starters i pushed into her drafts as well but i didn’t queue them just to have them handy so i can post them when i get out of work. i’m over 18 and am in EST and i’m not super awkward but it does take me a bit of time to warm up to new people so i just ask that you bear with me. i’m excited to meet everyone and their muses and have even looked over all the muses that are in the rp to get a feel for those already here.
i’ll be here mainly when i get off of work but her pages are finished and can be found here ( about , profile ). the biography is a bit long but it’s broken up into three sections ( early childhood, adolescence, current years ) so in truth you don’t need to read all three pages. i can get long winded but i tried to condense it as much as i could. however, if you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a message here on tumblr im and i’ll gladly get back to you!
in the meantime, anyone wishing to plot with her just give this a like! i look forward to rping with all of you!
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