daydreamer

" in this world, the strong devour the WEAK..." multi-verse. oc/au. nsfw content may appear. please do read the rules before following!

[frcnin]

it's christmas! i know the season leaves people aching for something — is there anyone in particular you wished you could spend christmas with? beyond family? anyone you wish you could say, face to face right now, merry christmas?

“no one in particular,” branwen answered without a hint of hesitation. though his eyes betrayed him, a certain image of a person flashing before his eyes. his lips formed into a thin line, not really enjoying the image. 

[ravbelle-blog]

– the fireplace is burning bright,

* that’s christmas to me w. @branclaw  

the newly empty common room is both a blessing and a curse to her ever wandering mind. one, it’s a blessing because she’s able to get her favorite squishy couch, yes an entire couch, in front of the fireplace and curl up there for hours on end just poring over the books her parents had sent her. (of course, it’s all in an excuse to avoid running into a certain gryffindor in the hallways, just perchance.) 

but, secondly, it gives her too much time and room to think when she’s not engrossed in her books and it’s hard to keep her mind from wandering without all the other ravenclaw house members that were usually milling about. but, it also does give her time to catch up with some friends that she doesn’t have much time to talk to during the regular school days, despite being in the same house. belle, of course, is usually busy with quidditch and dealing with her brother and other things and branwen has newts coming up, so she’s not surprised. 

tossing a pillow in his direction to get his attention, she had hoarded about half the cushions just on her own couch to be comfortable, so it wasn’t like it was a loss really, “hey – think we could get a house-elf to bring us eggnog?” 

and rum maybe, her mind adds, but she really shouldn’t be drinking.

[frcnin]

branwen spent many nights in the common room, especially when it was quiet like this. ravenclaws weren’t a rowdy bunch, at least according to stereotypes, which was why he find himself fortunate to be part of the house. aside from, of course, running away from his supposed “destiny”. he was painting this time, wearing an old sweater that was once a pristine white. now, it was stained with paint and branwen hadn’t bothered to wash it thoroughly enough to rid of most of them. with him today, in this snowy night, was none other than belle. they were acquaintances and he didn’t mind her presence. mostly, he noticed her whenever she played quidditch. her enthusiasm towards the sport was commendable because branwen had none.

his concentration is broken when a pillow hits a portion of his shoulder, then landing a few inches from his palette. he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. he let belle’s words wash over him and yes, he would love to get eggnog but perhaps when he was more calm. branwen valued the very little material things he had been given and he had tried his best to mix the perfect skintone shade for his new portrait. it would be a shame if it got ruined because of a harmless act to get his attention away from his piece.

“yes, belle. i think we can ask them.” he only realized he was famished once the thought of the kitchen filled his thoughts. perhaps they could get more than eggnog. he packed his tools and stood up, turning to look at the younger. “i’ll just leave this in my room,” he said, walking towards the direction of the boys’ dormitory of the ravenclaw tower. he was quick to come back a few minutes later sporting a more decent sweater.

he ruffled his hair and slipped the hand he used inside the pockets of his loose jogging pants. "let’s go,” he said, walking out of the common room. the kitchen was located under the great hall and along the hufflepuff common room. a few students from the house remained as well and he nodded his head to acknowledge classmates or acquaintances. even greeting some a merry christmas though his christmas was anything but. all to be polite, really. it was the holidays, after all. the scent of food made his stomach growl the closer they got. and once inside the kitchen, he greeted the unfamiliar house elf. “eggnog, right? i can see if we have some snacks lying around. if not, i can always cook us some.”

[frcnin]

* STAY // branwen & thierry

[frcnin]

ravenhan:

he wasn’t hungry, and if he was, just the sight of branwen made him lose any ounce of appetite. which also reminded him how little he had eaten in the last few days. while the array of bread and selection of cheeses on the plate did tempt him (just a little bit), branwen unfailing to remember which ones had been his favorite, he couldn’t stand the idea of even putting anything into his mouth. he just wanted to sleep, his exhaustion winning over any willingness to argue. “do what you want,” he muttered under his breath, swinging the door further open to let the other inside the room, but turned on his heels immediately, uncaring whether branwen decided to actually stay or leave. jeonghan made himself comfortable (as comfortable as he could anyway) on one of the single cushioned seats by the dresser.

“have i not made myself clear enough? i don’t want to see you. or talk to you. or eat your poisoned food.”

and branwen did do what he wanted. he took the resignation in jeonghan’s overall temperament as chance to explain himself. but he had to do with extra caution. it was already broken, he knew, and chances of gaining jeonghan’s trust was very minimal, if non-existent already. but he had to know for sure. he conjured a plate and butterknives for the both of them, already cutting the bagels in half while sitting on the other’s desk, using his study table to prepare the food. once finished, he listened to jeonghan’s words before collecting himself. branwen let go of the butterknife he was holding, placing it flatly against the small plate and turned around. he looked at jeonghan with eyes that pleaded. “we’re brothers, thierry. i know i’ve made a mistake by hiding the truth from you but i was asked by your father – our father – to keep it a secret. i didn’t want…i didn’t want to ruin your family.” he recalled the day after sanghoon told his wife of branwen. he didn’t expect it, but he was given the same look his aunt, uncle and cousins gave him after michael left him in their care. a look that said that he was unwanted in this house. or any house, for that matter. 

“they didn’t want you to know that your father slept with a criminal – a murderer. and they didn’t want you to know that i was the fruit of it all. i thought i was protecting you, like i have all of these years.” branwen stood up walked towards jeonghan, looking at him. “lash out, get angry, hex me or do whatever it is you desire. but know that i am so sorry for hurting you and betraying you.” swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat and curling his hands together into tight fists, he said in a whisper. “i never meant for any of this to happen.”

[monstaxmemes]

hyungwon using his unplugged earphones to listen to the sound within him

[frcnin]

He knows it's her, but just like him, she has trouble expressing her genuine (positive) feelings, and so she leaves his present beside the plants he grows, the contents are various seeds of flowers and plants that are rare to acquire, a few more pots, and a new set of gardening tools. With a card in which she wrote with neat, cursive letters, "You are more than your parents' past, for your hands give more life than it takes. Happy Christmas, Branwen."

he knows it’s her and that was why he understood that she hadn’t personally given him a gift ever since they were children. he hadn’t expected that it would be beside his beloved plants but because of this, he knew what the present contained. he removed his gardening gloves and took the present to the bench inside the greenhouse, unwrapping it. it was heavy and indeed a struggle to carry but he had been lifting pots and bags of soil for years. there was a clink as the pots collided against each other and he placed them gently beside him. once his eyes zoomed in on the seeds, he smiled. the jung siblings really did know how to give presents. he wondered briefly if his present was enough and he regretted not giving it to her personally to see her reaction. the card falls to the floor, and branwen picked it up, reading what was written there. it warmed his heart, and he slipped it inside his coat. bearing the gifts in his arms, he carefully arranged them and made sure to research about the best time to plant them. 

[frcnin]

(/ an owl comes flying into the room, dropping a medium-sized rectangular box upon branwen's lap and was gone as fast as it came. the newest version of the lunascope hidden underneath the packaging /) merry christmas branwen!! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ i hope this present proves to be useful for you. can't wait to see you soon!! (/ the card says, a scribble of 'from baek' written on the bottom right corner /)

again, with the presents. branwen thought that perhaps this year went better than he thought in terms of socializing. this one leaves him in awe once opened, the lunascope reflecting the light from the fireplace. he stood up, prying the device away from its container and walked to his room, setting it up so that it faced his window. he looked through the eyepiece, testing it out with eagerness. he spent a few minutes doing so, only looking away once the snow started falling more heavily. he made another mental note to find something to give his friend in return. an idea forms in his head, recalling how he was close with a particular tall elf.

[frcnin]

(*there’s a small box wrapped in red and green on the pile of his Christmas presents, a note addressed to him attached on it*) [HI! I know we haven’t talked much, but I hope that it will change next year, which is in a few more days LOLOL. But I hope you like this wandcase i got for you! WISH YOU A MERRY XMAS!! \^0^/-- Park Chanyeol]

he unwraps this one with an amused smile, seeing the sender and the rather…eccentric note attached to him. he had yet to form a relationship worthy of mentioning with the other, but he makes a note to gift him something in return. he had a feeling he would be seeing him around quite often, judging from his ties with those close with him. he handles the wandcase with much care, running his fingers through the wood and opened it. the size was perfect for his wand and he wondered briefly how much thought he put in the gift. testing the gift, he put his wand inside and closed it. he had never thought of why a wandcase was necessary for any wizard or witch, but now he did. now what to give the tall elf in return…

[frcnin]

[ ' the owl arrives on the exact hour christmas begins, bearing a medium-sized box wrapped in a whimsical sky blue. the box contains a tea set, a ceramic teapot, cup, and saucer adorned with hand-painted wildflowers safely tucked in with six small canisters of tea leaves. the tea leaves are imported oriental and western countries, all charmed with healing capabilities ] to my beautiful raven. happy holidays. [ ' the card writes in intricate script. veovis' name is signed at the bottom ]

once the owl arrived, branwen had looked away, not expecting the gift to be his. most of the time, they never were. but when this one lands just a few inches from him, he cautiously reached out and looked at the card, hoping it would let him know who had sent him the gift. his smile is wide and childlike almost. after meticulously unwrapping the gift, laughter bubbles from the tall ravenclaw. he handled each item he was given to with care and an observant eye. they were of fine quality and he expected no less, now knowing who it was sent by. he sniffed the tea leaves and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of contentment. diolch, my dark frenin. he would brew them a cup, come this new year. before they were to leave the school and venture out on their different paths.

[frommemetoyou]

Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction (Winter version)

[slypeyton-blog]

rockinrpmemes:

“I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?”

“Bah Humbug.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!”

“I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…”

“It’s snowing outside!”

“We need to hide the presents.”

“I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts.”

“Wake up, I want my presents.”

“I am not dressing up as an elf again…”

“Get out from under the tree!”

“That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you know any carols?”

“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!”

“Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?”

“Nice sweater…”

“You’re so warm, don’t move.”

“That snowball went right in my ear.”

“We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!”

“But it’s cold outside.”

“I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…”

“Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!”

“You smell like cinnamon.”

“I think my teeth have frostbite.”

“I’m going to be late, the roads are icy.”

“You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer.”

“Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat.”

“You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?”

“I think I got some tinsel up my nose.”

[frcnin]

* UNIVERSES COLLIDE  // branwen & nathalia

@ravnathalia

curiosity had a mind of its own. branwen’s was found in the little things that slowly changed in his behavior. eyes that normally looked forward were now wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of that familiar face. whenever her name was uttered, his whole body would react, searching for the source of the voice. there were so many girls who had the same name yet only one of them had caught his attention. nathalia kim, a girl from his own house and year, had become the subject of branwen’s curiosity. it was a feat, seeing as the lanky ravenclaw’s focus was primarily on his studies and his family. nathalia and her brother nolan were friends of veovis’ but he and the female ravenclaw only spoke out of politeness. a simple hi or a nod of the head as they passed each other. but somehow, there was a shift and now here he was, sitting on the sofa in the ravenclaw common room after classes, hoping he could see her. 

[frcnin]

* FEAST // branwen & olivia

@huffolivia

funny how some things never changed despite the seasons and years doing so. it was christmas break once again and branwen was seen helping the house elves with cooking meals for the children who chose -- were forced to or had no choice but --- to stay behind at the school. he was mostly the taste tester or when they needed an extra pair of hands to chop vegetables or meat, he would help around as well. it had become a routine for him and despite how sorry he may seem to others, he felt more comfortable in the underground kitchen. when he was done helping around, he would be allowed to use the remaining ingredients to make whatever he wanted. olga was very strict. 

he remembered one person who also stayed behind the school he wanted to make something special for and did so, waiting in the great hall for her to arrive. while fending off eager hands of other students who wanted to take a taste of his creation.

[frcnin]

* TWINKLE // branwen & veovis

[frcnin]

slyveovis:

    ⟶ ☀ he is threading a handful of red gerbera daisies into a flower crown when the lanky male wakes up, possibly regretting every bad decision he has ever made at the little pity party his dear sister had thrown in honor of her loss. despite their feud, veovis manages to slip into the gathering unnoticed (purposefully, possibly–he did offer a truce for that night), spending the rest of the night sat upon the gardening tables, sipping on mulled wine and recording every drunken mishap he could on his non-enchanted phone. case-in-point, the feat of chugging bottle after bottle of firewhiskey that branwen has accomplished, the same feat that sent the thin boy to the sorry state he currently is in. 

“bore da, beautiful raven,” he quips, his expression schooled into gentle stoicity as he places the floral head piece upon the other’s messy mop of hair. without missing a beat, the elder jung sibling draws out his wand and points its end at the mess of puke and bile by branwen’s side, barely batting a lash as he casts a “scourgify” spell on the pungent muck. “and again? i’d apparate us to a nearby loo but you well know that is impossible.” his hues scrunch up into tiny eyesmiles, but these do not hold their sinister signature. “so go ahead. just don’t aim it at me. i’ll clean it up in no time.” 

“cachu...” branwen hisses underneath his breath after letting out the last of the contents in his stomach. once again, he had fallen deep into a situation he often tried to stay away from. his decision to drink was mostly to socialize and not to pass out, being left by everyone who earlier filled the greenhouse. only veovis remained, which still surprised him. he couldn’t recall the other being there. or perhaps he was too focused on making sure veneris wouldn’t shed a single tear more. he watched as the other cleaned up after his mess, in mild shock. he was the last person branwen expected to do such a thing.

“mae'n ddrwg ge-- i’m sorry.” he searched his pockets for the handkerchief he always carried, wiping the corners of his mouth. he could feel his world spinning still but it was bearable. he ran his fingers through his hair, finding that it was now stuck in the sticky substance used to keep his hair in place. only when he touched beyond it did he feel something else. reaching for the object in his head, he saw a string of red gerbera daisies intricately threaded together to make a flower crown. he held it in his hands, looking at veovis. “where are the others?” he asked, looking down at the flowers after. “old habits die hard?” he asked gently, corner of his lips tilting up in a small smile.

[frcnin]

* STAY // branwen & thierry

[frcnin]

ravenhan:

sleep had eluded him for the last few days, which he loathed himself for - overthinking took over, which he usually didn’t, leading to a switch in his body clock. he was up the whole night, and slept whenever he can during the day. he barely saw his friends, and he knew his real best friend, veo - someone who wouldn’t so purposely betray him the way a certain ravenclaw did - would end up speaking about the growing concern. branwen was generally close to both veovis and veneris, so jeonghan took it upon himself to avoid anyone that associated with the traitor, opting to keep to himself in the dorm rooms instead. when the familiar voice - painfully familiar at that - rang outside the wooden door, jeonghan clenched his jaw. he didn’t want branwen in the same room, and so he stood, trudged toward the door, flinging it open, and blocking the entrance.

“no, branwen. i’m not. can you leave?”

he heard the footsteps clearly. heavy and quick steps, almost as if they were dragging themselves towards the door to open it. he knew jeonghan was furious still. and it had been the first time he had towards him. at least, to this degree. and so when he saw his best friend, seeing the bags underneath his eyes and how they look so tired (from lack of sleep, as always), he wanted to run. truly. he didn’t want to further burden jeonghan with his sorry attempt to make up. but he cleared his throat and summoned every bit of courage in his being he could. “no, i will not,” he answered, hoping his voice sounded as stable as he wished it to. “i brought food. the bagels are fresh and warm. the cheese is fresh as well. i was hoping we can sit down and eat.” there was a desperation to his last words, fingers around the bag he carried tightening. let me in, please.

[frcnin]

so what's going on between you and your "brother"

MEME: honesty hour

STATUS: accepting

“news sure does fly fast,” he whispered underneath his breath, nervous yet he tried his best to put on a mask of blankness. “my best– i mean my brother and i are still best…” he started, hating how it stung. “friends.” he said, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. the word friend was said with a steadier voice, truly believing that they were still. some may call him thick skinned but despite his fear, he tried his best to believe in the bond the two of them shared. “i don’t have much updates, sadly, as i have yet to take responsibility for my mistakes...“ 

[frcnin]

* STAY // branwen & thierry

@ravenhan

whenever branwen did something wrong, his solution was to fade into the background and hide. it had always been that way ever since he was a child. when he accidentally spilled paint on a shirt his cousin allowed him to borrow or when he spoke out of turn. one little misstep, branwen learned, could ruin everything. and this one was no different. how many days had passed since he had told jeonghan, his best friend, of their true connection?  it wasn’t until he was suddenly up one morning, did he realize that he hadn’t talked to jeonghan in days that seemed like a blur. as nonchalantly as he could, he brought a bag filled with freshly baked bagels, baguette and cheese of three variants (fresh cream cheese with chives, and provolone) with him to jeonghan’s room. he had planned everything the night before and asked hege, one of the house elves working in the school kitchen, to save some for him. she was more pleasant than olga. swallowing the lump in his throat, he knocked again. “jeonghan? are you here?” please be here.

[frcnin]

how do u stand being friends with the v-jung siblings?

MEME: honesty hour

STATUS: accepting

the question caught him off guard, surprise evident in how his eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. his whole demeanor shifts and his eyes are filled with warmth. “we are family,” he answered softly, casting his eyes down to his neatly polished shoes, scratching the back of his neck idly. “despite not being blood related, i consider the jung siblings my only family. hence why i “stand” them and would do anything for them.“ he lets himself smile a little, shrugging as if saying, what can i do?

[frcnin]

* TWINKLE // branwen & veovis

@slyveovis

he truly should have known better. better than to drink that whole bottle and better than to drink another one soon after. he knew perfectly well that his alcohol tolerance was non-existent yet branwen continued to bravely chug down the foul tasting amber and clear liquid. so when he woke up, hours after everyone had up and left, he felt as if his world was spinning. his first reaction was to bend over the side and empty his stomach of everything he ate and drank that day. he squints instead, blinking multiple times. “veovis,” he whispered, genuine surprise in his voice. he suddenly became very aware of how he might look, hands reaching out to smooth over his suit and adjust that one strand of hair that fell flat on his forehead. the sudden sequence of anxious movements caused his world to spin. immediately, his hand covers his mouth. “i need to puke.” how did you find me? he really wanted to ask. but maybe after. then again, maybe it was all just a coincidence.