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[text] why on earth —

[text] Jinri I’m so worried about you guys how are you so calm

[text] I still don’t even know what happened…

( * it's as if something cools--she feels it, the girl honestly feels it down tot the quietly twitching tips of her fingers )

( txt ) i h ave to try to be!!

( txt ) or else people will worry right??

( txt ) this is all i'm good for ᵋ₍⚬ɷ⚬₎ᵌ

( txt ) so pleaes dont worry

( txt ) we're almost u sed to this

#t!xt #!taemin

{ txt } ok ok ok

{ txt } we both know you’d prefer the real thing anyway ( ☉ﾉω☉)

{ txt } doesn’t it

{ txt } that’s not a real answer my well read princess

{ txt } black is nice yes

{ txt } makes you look slim

{ * wait }

{ txt } ……. i mean you as people in gen not you you

{ txt } your body’s perfect

( txt ) (ｏ`皿′ｏ)!!! ( txt ) i jsut

( * a familiar lurch )

( txt ) idk jaehun ( txt ) dont want to???????? ( txt ) keukeukeu so smooth youre trippin pffftthjs ( txt ) didn’t even get to drag you ///;;;

#!jaehun #t!xt

{ txt } that wasn’t a yes or a no

{ txt } besides you know you’d like it

{ * perks a brow at the obvious shift in topic, brows furrowing slightly as he shifts — honestly a bit worried and curious as to why }

{ txt } silver

{ txt } 8~)

{ txt } but why?

{ txt } and what’s your favorite color now?

( txt ) ( ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ⌓ ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ)

( txt ) 9

( txt )like nein like no, like stpo

( txt ) ( ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ⌓ ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ) ( ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ⌓ ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ) ( ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ⌓ ་ེིོཻྀཽཾ) !!

( txt ) ...... ........that fits (乂╯▽╰)( ☉ﾉω☉)

( txt ) mmmmmmMM just 'cause ( ◔౪◔)ʃ hohoho

( txt ) probably black!! black is nice

( txt ) soothing

#!jaehun #t!xt

▪▪▪ pretty.

[`a significant wave of motion sickness just before they land, he stumbles forward on something a little less than solid — it’s sand, he’s never walked on sand before. The boy trips, but a laugh is forced from his chest instead of a grunt, and he lets go of the girl’s hand to roll over the grains until with a flop he halts, warm grains against his back.] The air smells so nice here — [`it was salty, clean and crisp. Next to the ocean it was so easy to breathe. He turns to look at her beaming before sitting up and shaking sand out of his hair, forcing himself upright and immediately starting to work on taking off his other shoe.] I want to touch it!

#t!pretty #!taemin #scr!pt

you look at a puppy, when you do that-- ( * laughs, glad, honestly glad--the moment unravelling before her is a great one, a happy first that she had a hand in creating. hands clap together-- ) let's touch it! ( * sits on the ground, wedging herself into the warm sand before beginning to take off her own shoes and roll up the bottom of her pants ) oh, but disclaimer oppa--( * looks up at him, eyes wide as if in awe of a fact that she utters like a secret ) i can't swim, so it'd be hard rescuing you! ( * leaps to her feet, never to land, hovering in the air and then heading over to the water's edge )

fcxtae replied to your post “[text] I just spent fifteen minutes trying to think of a joke to send you but I got nothin'.”

[text] I'm glad you're doing well enough to joke around -

( txt ) aigoo oppa, i shouldn't have to hold your hand through this~~(◔◞౪◟◔)

( txt ) you can eithre respond:

( txt ) eunkyangkyang you're so hilarious jinri thank you for being so punny huhuhu (｡◔｀◡◔+)ゞ(｡◔｀◡◔+)ゞ(｡◔｀◡◔+)ゞ(｡◔｀◡◔+)ゞ

( txt ) or say you want to punch me d(◐д◑´,,)ок★d(◐д◑´,,)ок★ ((((((　ﾉ,_ゝ)ﾉ　ﾟﾟ

( txt ) soojung a nd han are mEANNN it's always the last one with them huhuhusgj ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶!!!

( txt ) haters aside are you doing well oppa o((◕ฺ∀ ◕✿ฺ))oo((◕ฺ∀ ◕✿ฺ))o

#fcxtae #t!xt #!taemin #typos r ic #LMFAOSDG

{ txt } do you want me to send you nudes instead?

{ * personally won’t be against that idea — though chances are he wasn’t going to get anything in return anyway so why bther? still, teasing jinri is most definitely worth it — especially if it drawed her mind away from whatever demons that plagued her. that is, maybe, the extent ahn jaehun can only help with at this point — he wasn’t good with anything else after all }

{ txt } awwww the cutest princess

{ txt } red hair matches you

{ txt } but how about a current pic?

#!jaehun #t!xt #subjectchangenojutsu

( txt ) ... why are you like this ༼ԾɷԾ༽

( txt ) ahn jaehun!! ༼´◓ɷ◔`༽

( * another twist, squeeze; shifts in her seat )

( txt ) (///´◜◞⊜◟◝｀//////)

( txt ) red used to be my favourite colour huhu

( txt ) speaking of which--what's yours?? ʕ•ӫ̫͡•ʔ

( txt ) +++++++ access denied Ψ(●` ཅ ´●)Ψ

[text] I just spent fifteen minutes trying to think of a joke to send you but I got nothin'.

( * better about replying this time around--meaning she replies almost immediately )

( txt ) (((((how about i pretend you did))))))

( txt ) eunkyangkyang oppa, that’s so dumb i could hit you!! (　´◔‸ゝლ`) don’t you know??

( txt ) steak jokes are a rare medium done well!!

#!sk #t!xt #fcxtae #!taemin

▪▪▪ pretty.

[`his stomach both churns and fills with some strange — sensation ( maybe butterflies? ), he likes her laughter but if they fall he knows he’ll probably die. He isn’t allowed to die yet, right? But laughter is contagious and soon he’s just as bad as she is, grip so tight he’s afraid he’s hurting her much more petite fingers.] This is high enough! [`he forgets to be afraid soon enough, something is sparkling ahead of them and if the books, television, and photographs were any indication he knew exactly what it was.] The ocean!

#t!pretty #!taemin #scr!pt

( * honestly too happy to parrot-- ) the ocean! yup, the ocean-- ( * begins to slow, making a descent--gently, patiently ) isn't it pretty, oppa? ( * her heart answers with an absolute yes, trembling; despite everything, the shore is something that's yet to change. it's comforting, and she finds herself grateful for this stretch, so close to the school and far from human eyes. they land easily on the sand, though she wobbles. words escape as sing song ) jelly legs! ( * looks up at the man, brows raised, hints of a grin on her face ) so what do you think?

{ * releases an amused noise at her words, lips twitching as he shifts on his bed, honestly relieved by what seems to be a normal answer from her—if anything, jaehun doesn’t know how to begin and ask about things like this; so instead the male moves to take another picture, wasting no time to tap out a message and send it to her }

{ txt } ༼๑`ȏ´๑༽

{ txt } you like it

{ txt } send me yours, it’s been a while since i’ve seen your pretty face.

#!jaehun #t!xt #halloween 2013 #a simpler time

( txt ) i'm going to sue (#｀_ゝ´)

( * your pretty face--words that just weeks ago, would have brought a pitter patter other than a squeeze, that would have coloured ivory features rosen; features that now only know pink's sickly, purple cousin, its cruel crimson sister and its other, horrid friends, twist. they do so with a deprecating curve upwards of her features, a small show of the cool black that weighs down her stomach, her shoulders, her everything--pretty. pretty? she's seen only quick glimpses, she's grazed fingers on canyons that were once full cheeks--she's an ugly, twisted, weak, pathetic thing--

copper.

it takes the taste of copper for her to realise she's forgotten to breathe, to remember, in this medicine scented room, the fractures of a fragile mind are to be hidden; they were not helpful audience to the broken body. she relaxes, nails parting from battered skin, jaw unclenching )

( txt ) hul, ok

( txt ) drumroll please!! !|||!( ♉ฺ ω ♉ฺ ;)!|||!

( txt ) ( ་ ⍸ ་ )

{ * he’s significantly relieved when she does reply — though given the fact that he couldn’t think of anything in specific to reply back, he simply opts to take a picture and send it along with the emoticon }

{ txt } ༼•̀ɷ•́༽

( * her first response is to let out a mix between a snort and a scoff, and when laughter--almost embarrassed in nature, but genuine all the same--bubbles in the back of her throat, she swallows it immediately. guilt looms, the kind she can't let herself sink into; so instead, the girl idly zooms in and out of his face--his ridiculously nice face, one she misses with the rest of the school and the pretence of normality it holds--don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry--before replying )

( txt ) visual assault is a heinous crime ༼๑`ȏ´๑༽

#!jaehun #fcxcobalt #t!xt #submission

{ txt } jinri?

( * she’d felt it, the vibrating pulse of her phone, clenched all too tightly in cold fingers. but time is strange, skipping and slowing and bizarre intervals for those haunted in wake, haunted in sleep; dully, she realises she probably should’ve sooner. oops ) … ( * squints, searching )

( txt ) that’s me ༼•̀ɷ•́༽

#!jaehun #!sk #t!xt #fcxcobalt

▪▪▪ pretty.

[` a yelp, an unmanly scream, and a tighter grip on her hand despite the fear of hurting her. At least the gloves did their job here; he loses a shoe and doesn’t give a damn about it, bangs whip around his eyes.] Jinri-yah— , [`his fingers dig into her wrists, when the turning throws him off balance — at least, internally, the wind keeps his body amazingly steady. The boy isn’t willing to let go of her hand, but he’s unable to keep the grip when she launches him skyward. He closes his eyes at first and the initial wave of nausea passes and stays gone as long as he doesn’t look down.] No— No, it’s fine! [`after sixty seconds of gut wrenching fear he calms, and something else sets in — exhilaration.] This is amazing! [`the exclamation is followed by a bright laugh, a breath of life in the dark hearted boy chased with a question.] Can we go higher?

#t!pretty #!taemin #scr!pt

( * emotion comes in surges, strong waves that rock the shrinking frame of a girl who fears the darker and mustier of waters. but this, this, this! -- it's as if she's soaring higher and higher on the backs of laughter and joy; in this moment, she's so happy it's almost scary, so happy she twirls, pulling them higher ) do you like it? ( * bright words, strong words, bursting out of her with such happy force that she's sure the birds are riding upon her very gusts of gaeity. repeats herself, sounds stringing together with those of laughter--laughing is almost like crying, she finds, because now that she's started, she can't stop-- ) do you like it? then we'll go higher-- ( * pulls them up higher ) -- and higher! ( * spots a hint of beige and blue, heart racing at the sight, breath momentarily coming to shuddering stop before all is almost normal and points ) we're almost there!

gather folks, for the quest for celena ahn's head!

aka come to cbox if your muse is up for it :~)

#!oc #theyre just gathering rn

▪▪▪ pretty.

fl-fly… but you can’t touch me! how on earth are we going to f l y ?? [`he’s both a little scared and very intrigued, something that he knows he’ll probably regret in the coming moments. But “you know what they say”, curiosity killed the cat. He notes her fidgeting.] not welcome… then I guess we’re flying. [`he wants to tell her that she’s very welcome for him, but that sounds cheesy even in his head.] Let’s do that low thing though…