PHOSPHORESCENCE.

------this above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. ◐ ◑ ◡ ◓ ◓ ( track ;; contact ;; disc )

[hyelady]

[gryeri-blog]

13. white day ;; oh + jd

[daehyunclaw-blog]

 a low groan, opening one eye. he caught sight of the tuft of silver hair under his chin before playing with the ends of her short hair slightly. letting out a yawn, he tightened his grip around her before grumbling, “i don’t want to move right now though. i’d rather stay in bed with you.” with that, he placed a quick kiss on her forehead before closing his eye back shut; however, the cold to be proved too much for him as he let out a sigh before detached himself from hyeri. making his way over to the window and shutting it quickly, he dove back into bed, wraping his now cold arms around the girl and giving her a lazy grin.

"how are you?" he asked, now coherent and awake enough to make some conversation. since it was still a bit chilly, he brought the blanket up to under his chin, wrapping his cold arms around hyeri. poking her nose and her cheeks, he tried to grab her attention. when that didn’t grab her attention, daehyun placed his cold hands on her bare stomach, letting out a loud and genuine laugh that usually only happened around hyeri and a couple of other people. 

[gryeri-blog]

suddenly, her whine did pay off and managed to catch his attention, making hyeri's smile might look a little too much noticeable once he opened those eyes at her. but then, not so much when he stood up of the bed, making her body roll to touch the mattress with a loud groan from the gryffindor. didn't he just say they shared wishes?

but when she watches him doing what she was supposed to have done hours ago, a part of her feels rather guilty, fact being pronounced by the small pout she lazily wore while clinging to the pillow that could have been hers - if she didn't spend the night sleeping on the top of her poor boyfriend. soon, fortunately, it was replaced by him.

hyeri receives the male with a mocking smile and playfully words as "you'd look better without that briefs.", but that's before his hands feel so cold around her waist, and his chest's hair standing high against her fingers, and she is about to apologize for being such a sleepy head when his blanket almost makes her disappear, and her face is suddenly given a kind of attention she hadn't received since she was a child.

she's so close, so close to explode and hit him in an unholy place but instead her body seems to relax, her lips seeking to kiss every finger he places on her face sloppily, not without allowing some high-pitched giggles to leave her mouth.

finally, it goes away once his palms, ice cold are on her stomach, as if trying to tickle her. the silver-haired had never stopped being ticklish, but the kick she throws on his shin had been a natural impulse, as was her hands colliding against his chest. "ah, i hate ye!" hyeri finds herself saying, her face scrunching up in reprimand to his antics. "stop smiling, bampot, it's too early for this!"

[gryeri-blog]

13. white day ;; oh + jd

she could her hair was probably the most puffy mess right now, and hyeri didn't need to check it out in a mirror or even touch it to know that--doing this would be a real nightmare. and it could go terrible worse if she moved, even if this position of having her butt sticking out high, her back not being able to touch a soft - or any, actually - surface, and her face being pressed down, was so uncomfortable.

and yet, just to feel what was under her was enough to make up for any of the night's stress. daehyun's skin was soft, and still warm to the touch even if he had been topless for the entire night, but his torso was hard enough for her fingers to touch the tanned skin freely, without a thought about dipping in an extra fat or anything.

and when the silver-haired female flicked her eyes open, there was no way of not smiling until her tiny dimples showed and her face was the brightest, not when the ravenclaw boy still had his eyes closed, that cute mole under them, his lips pressed in a small frown, his arms holding her steady on top of him. hyeri would never be mistaken by a cheesy one around boys - especially around her unfortunate boyfriend - but she was afraid sleeping with daehyun had that effect on her poor soul.

"daehyun, ye forgot to close the window." he didn't. that was one of her only obligations whenever they managed to escape her friends, family and duties--hyeri was the one to usually wake up first, at the hour of the wolf, when the sun was barely up. but more often than not, the gryffindor would forget that detail until there was sunshine and a cold luff of air bothering them this early. still, none of that stopped her from whining at her boyfriend so lowly and in such a childish manner as she snuggled her own legs closer to his, the tip of her nose nudging at a perfectly sculptured collarbone of his.

[bestinys-deactivated20211129]

one idol:one era - Hyeri:Something [requested by: jinglebelljongin]

[gryeri-blog]

07. quicksand ;; oh + dk

[slykiko-blog-deactivated2021110]

Kiko had never been fond of the hustle and bustle everywhere in the Dusautoir resident whenever someone would come for a visit. It wasn’t anything uncommon ( sadly ), nor were the stressing and restlessness amusing for her. Arms in their natural position on her sides, fingers drumming absently against her skirt-covered thigh. It was an innate reaction to fidget in some way to cope with the never-ending requests and questions from the countless people around her. She had to bite the inside of her mouth for her not to bat the fast hands away from adjusting her attire constantly.

She was ready, but for what was still unknown. Her questions lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she knew better than to ask anyone but her parents. She released a harsh breath, but instantly lifted her chin just some degrees when her father suddenly joined her in the foyer by the staircase. “Qui va arriver? Papa—" A knock on the door brought everyone’s attention towards the entrance. “Naturellement..” Incoherently thoughts went through her head the moment she registered the girls presence. They had the same height (  but a lift with a brow later she concluded there had to be a small difference of a couple of centimeters ), maybe even the same age.  Who was she? What purpose had she? “만나서 반갑습니다." A little bow, accompanied with a smile of the same scale. "I’m Audrie Dusautoir."

[gryeri-blog]

william had just disappeared by the corner of the street when the door fell open, a girl holding the luxurious hold and a expression that lingered between confusion and indifference. hyeri raises her ivory tinted eyebrows, batting her eyelashes in an innocent fashion, very commonly for her. the older looking female's appearance was splendorous--as if she had just stepped out of a magazine cover, and not of this house ( considering this could be mr. dusautoir's daughter, little they had in common so far, thankfully ).

first gazes are discarded quickly though, and soon the woman is opening her lips to speak their supposedly mother language, and the silver-haired's blinking intensifies. "what--?" she bursts out before any thought comes to mind, wrinkles making themselves show on her forehead. how long had it been since she had even tried to speak hangul in any form?

it takes her half a minute to understand fully, and when she does, a loud chuckle is what escapes her lips. "och! i'm oh hyeri, it's a pleasure." for you and everyone else, she wanted to add, but her mother would reprimand her awfully - for that same reason the gryffindor raises a hand to cover her lips once she notices she might had been a little too loud - and the girl couldn't bore to make such a bad impression on someone she'd see so often.

her wide grin reaches her eyes when she bows her head back at the young woman, her hands falling together against her lower stomach. calm and collected, she mentally told herself, before taking a step closer to the door and the house's owner, her onyx orbs betraying their owner as she tries to take a peek inside the place. "is yer faither in there? he told me arriving early would nae be a trouble, but i wanted to make it into a record-breaking perfect time. did i do it?"

[gryeri-blog]

12. 훌쩍 ;; oh + rc

[ravclara]

Clara was picking idly at her food, which went uneaten when she felt another presence join her. At first she paid it no mind, as others often found a spot next to her, and it was nothing new. But when the voice spoke she nearly dropped her fork, eyes flickering up to look into the eyes of her silver haired friend. The words that leave the others mouth cause Clara to outright laugh, her heart seeming to clench in her chest.

Her fingers find the edge of her skirt, curling into the fabric. “His name is Zander. Zander Blackwell.” She whispers, feeling suddenly very conflicted with emotions.

On one hand, she was enthused that Hyeri was talking to her, going to defend her. But.. on another, she wanted to cry in relief. Because for so long she’d held in what had happened to her, and telling Hyeri had given her somewhat release, but not enough when she couldn’t speak of it with anyone else.

"And.. I’d prefer the dogs, I never want to see his face again." Her lower lip trembles, gaze turning back to meet the others.

[gryeri-blog]

clara's laugh sounded bitter, and hyeri's eyes can not help but widen in shock, expectation, maybe a little fear. she had planned this moment and played it through her head over the night and early morning, and in all situations she thought the ravenclaw girl would end up warming up, but the silver-haired is not sure this is going to go right.

until she speaks of her dogs, and hyeri catches a hint of a joke in there--wrongly, of course. her ex-friend is trembling slightly, threatening to cry, but the gryffindor refuses to see that. an emotional breakdown was not what she needed right now, not when she was trying so hard to mend this, to make that hurt and annoying guilt that had infested her beautiful brain to go away.

"never 'eard o' him." she lets out finally, straightening up on the chair. a weird name that one had--probably not very known on the wizard elite. but that didn't matter. a crime was a crime, especially one against people she held close to--to a girl! who would dare to do such a thing and expect to walk freely and comfortable once oh hyeri knew about that?

the mere thought gets her fuming, nails digging on the table's wood as her gaze is lost on a random spot on the other side of the room. she only realizes what she's doing when she reaches the end of the table, when her hands fall to her lap and there's two fine new lines on the mahogany. "oops." hyeri murmurs, pursing her lips in a small smile as she turns her head to look at the ravenclaw girl once again.

"i'm afraid stirling would get indigestion from that prick, and i'd never forgive me for it." she speaks in a tone that edges playfulness, a dramatic sigh following behind her words. "we could get this case through law though, y'ken?"

[148cm]

[gryeri-blog]

12. 훌쩍 ;; oh + rc

she counts seven days, exactly one week to christmas from now. the most joyful period of the year, when you are supposed to reunite with family and friends, forgetting and forgiving mistakes and any kind of error--those are not as important as someone's company and love, some would say. but that's on theory. and even if hyeri was a die-hard fan of theoretical works, to get past something was too hard for her.

everything had been so perfect during these past years, but all it took was a few smiles and a box of strawberry flavored sweets to make everything explode, from both parts. and even now, the silver-haired girl felt the power of that confrontation every time she went to bed, only to be lying awake in thoughts that didn't fit her usual line, or to fall asleep and wake up with a mandible in pain.

"no more gritting teeth." she decides, and voices it out, but, thankfully, no one is able to listen to it, as her crimson velvet heels are showing their presence loud enough as the gryffindor makes her way to table of the bronze and blue ones.

hyeri slides beside a lonely long-haired student way too easily, and the silver-haired's face is impassible, not a single hint of shame as her red lips part for her to start speaking."y'ken, i was thinkin'..." that's how she starts, hoping it would be enough to catch the ravenclaw's attention as she lies her hands on the mahogany. "i know what t' get ye for christmas, but i need yer help wi' it."

"i need a name. of that one ye told me 'bout. i'm picturing his head on yer bedroom, and his skin to keep ye warm. or i can feed it to me dogs, it's yer call."

[gryjay-blog]

Breaking Potions | Jay & Hyeri

[gryjay-blog]

[/still laying flat on the floor, he lifted his head up to glance over to the female.] I’m whining because I can’t make a book that would update itself from everyone else. I mean… I could get a masterbook to update all the rest, but I want input from everyone that could help tremendous amount of people.

[/Sighing, he rolls over closer to the female, finally resting on his back as he gazed upwards at her.] Are you any good at charms, or arithmancy, or runes? [/he asked.] Wait… What’s your name again? Uhm.. You’re roommates with the girls… You’re that crazy one.. Hyeri? Yes. That’s it. [/he nods to himself.]

[/Tilting his head up to look at her, a smirk formed on his face.] Perhaps you could be of help to me… Hey… Mind helping a fellow Gryffindor out? This could potentially change the way we study for potions. Think of it like the wikipedia of potions. [/he grins, nodding to her.] So… Yes or yes?

[/Rolling away from her once again, he lifted himself up from the ground and chuckled.] Also.. I never thought of you as a plain innocent white panties kind of girl.

[gryeri-blog]

(--*hyeri frowns, cocking her head to the side. he looks rather childish, but not his ambitions, and they were quite big for someone who looked not so serious like him. ) ye mean...ye want to make the best book ever, and make it happen from the blue? (--*things like that needed effort, and while he seemed to put some into it, it obviously wasn't enough yet. not that it made his intentions less interesting, though.)

(--*his next question shakes the drowsiness away from her as the pride makes her chest rise, posture once again as straight and perfect as it could be. her reply is a short, but excited nod, and an 'mhm'.) it's yer lucky night, lad, ye've just found a genius that has it all~! (--*never missing a smile, she coos, framing her face with her palms.)

(--*but both her hands and smile soon falls, her eyebrows knitting together instead. someone from their house that didn't know her? she wants to whine, but the thought that she, too, could describe him in a very similar way makes her merely pucker her lips out. he doesn't even needed to ask, or put many words into it for her to accept working with it. though her abilities with potions weren't that great, numbers, translating and charms were things she could do proudly.)

wikipedia? would that mean people will get to change yer work faster than we could ever come up with it? (--*the girl raises her eyebrows, more playfully this time, and her sly smile shows how content she is to put the knowledge in muggle technologies she had received not so long ago.) still...aye. i'm in, pal. (--*she crouches to stand on his eye level in front of him, greeting him with a small grin and a hand she uses to pat his head, before he rolls away in his odd manner again. )

(--*soon, it's time for her to be the one to look up at him, blinking confusedly at the way he's speaking, seeming so fun. it takes her one second and a half to process his words, but she hops to stand up, and within less time she's by his side again, hand colliding against his arm as hard as she could probably hit someone. ) yah, ye! do ye want t' die? i'll take yer work to the burial, and burn it. d'ye want that, och? try me, and i'll rip off yer eyes, pervert!

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❝【 ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ғᴇsᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs 】— ❞

[gryoungji-deactivated20150107]

She jolted at the sudden voice as she previously believed she was all alone. Her stomach sunk a little from embarrassment and slight nervous; yeah, she was a little embarrassed to have been stumbled upon whilst talking to herself— and building a snowman. Was it sad to build a snowman alone? The Gryffindor was used to being independent, she often preferred it for she was afraid her short temper or erratic emotions would rub someone the wrong way. December always put her in a perpetual state of bitterness and anger, and despite refraining from lashing out on others, it happened sometimes. 

Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder to find the silver-haired female. Staring at her for a few moments, she eventually mirrored the girl’s grin and sighed a little from relief. Thank goodness it wasn’t some Slytherin girl trying to give her a hard time.

Getting up from her knees, she brushed away the white dust that clung to her robes.  She was in a good mood and was keen to share her winter adventures with a companion. 

             ”Well then…” The girl replied, her smile sheepish as she waved her hand towards the blank snowman.                  ”Why don’t you come give the poor guy a smile?” 

[gryeri-blog]

her apparition seemed to startle the other, and the small scare itself was enough to get hyeri's eyes wider, her feet dragging her a few steps out of the other's space as a quick reflex. the silver-haired blinked, smile struggling to not flatter--thankfully, it did not fall into a scowl, and instead some surprise and expectation held up the bright expression.

the other gryffindor's sigh makes her crack into a small laugh, releasing the tension built in the few seconds by the loud sound and by the way her hands rubbed against each other. it is a fortune this girl isn't going to shoo her away, because after prompting herself to build something out of this snow, hyeri wouldn't like to be mistreated. especially during christmas, by a few housemate.

a hand and a smile incites her to move closer to the snowman, and so hyeri does. "me pleasure!" her own grin was still bright, but as she stands face to face with the snow craft - it was surprisingly almost as tall as her, she had to give it to this girl - her lips drop into a pout. it wasn't often that she went outside and played with the snow, and building those things just weren't something that should happen often to a girl of her status, as her mother would say.

"ah...how do i do it?" hyeri turns around to face the red-haired female, voice oddly smaller and softer as she looked rather confused. though she wasn't that good with feeling, the crimson that started to stain her pale cheeks probably wasn't all because of the cold. "i have lipstick in here..." she mutters, picking up her bag even if she doubted make-up items would suit a snowman much. "is it a lass or a lad? we could make it less flat on the bust..."

[rkhoseok]

No Dreams | Jaebum and Hyeri

[rkhoseok]

Jaebum’s eyes were firmly planted on the field and the players as they mounted their brooms did some practicing sweeps before the match. He was lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t realize someone was trying to sit next to him until they were already speaking to him. Jaebum, so used to having people in his space no matter what, had always and still was one of those people who seemed to inhabit much more space than they needed. He was used to spreading out his things no matter where he was. Which was the majority of the reason that he was always losing his things only to have other Hufflepuffs find his wand, books, glasses spread out amongst the Hufflepuff common room.

Feeling a poke on his shoulder, Jaebum’s eyes rolled up to glance at the owner of the hand that had invaded his space. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and quickly eyed up his sprawling bag and things everywhere. “Sorry for that.” It wasn’t often that he had such an array of things but trying to get some last minute studying in for his classes meant that Jaebum carried around his books with him wherever he went, for all of his subjects. He pushed his book and wand into the bag before moving it and dropping it down beside his feet. “I didn’t realize how much space I was taking up.”  

[gryeri-blog]

her palm falls away quickly once she gets the attention, and a soft smile grin spreads to her lips, head bobbing in a light bow before she drops her own bag where his had been just a few moments ago. turning her head to the field, hyeri walks over to place her weight on her hands, leaning over the metal bar so her eyes could catch a better look.

a loud sigh escapes her lips immediately as the onyx orbs catch no familiar faces over the badgers' training space, and a few under the blue uniforms. this was probably going be a hard match, but if it was long and exciting enough it could be okay. all that she hoped was for that ravenclaw girl to not take the golden snitch, or else...hyeri doesn't even want to think how it would be on the wrong side of the crowd, or how it would be to tell her papa about it.

she plops down on her seat with a huff, placing her bag on her lap before the silver-haired girl glances over the male beside her. an ivory eyebrow is lifted curiously upon his excited sight, did they know each other? hardly. "who's playin' for yer house today?" hyeri asked, hoping she had gotten the colours and the small talk theme right.

[ssahyo]

hyeri’s neck requested by kpoplovergirlsday

[gryeri-blog]

i should know, i am quite the fashionista, don't you know? ( *ㅡ he teasingly flips his hair until she punches his arm in which he reacts with a pout. he laughed right after, draping an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple ) yes, yes, i was teasing. i think you look very cute today. cuter than normal, which is hard but somehow you always seem to pull it off. what am i going to do with you? ( *ㅡ flushes at her next words before placing a hand over her mouth ) sh, we don't talk of that.

(--*when his plump lips meet her wrinkles, it is as if ice is melting, and she shivers, reaching to curl his jacket's hem with her slender, recently manicured fingers. her pout is always there, and slowly it seems he manages to make her relax completely, forgetting any immediate anger he produced on her, her lips leisurely opening up to a warm smile. )

(--*she is actually about to reach to press her mouth to his when what she is met with is his hand, and the silver-haired female's eyes widen even more, her palms now letting go of his shirt to press enough strength to push him away. ) 'ey! don't touch me with yer filthy hands, peasant. yer ruining the moment...(--*she murmurs the last part, crossing her arms before she starts to quicken her pace to walk ahead of him. ) 

[slyjin-blog]

Easy! You let me pick the guy out. I bet I could find a nice rich guy who would just… and you’re not listening anymore… {/the usual, at some point she would tune him out, talking over him. he sighed} Okay, so you want to look like one of those god awful Christmas bulbs that Grandpa puts everywhere, ye? {/don’t get him wrong, Sehun is a Christmas nut, but those stupid bulbs their Grandpa plants around the house… he’s sat on a few and it is not getting glass out of your butt} Ah, but I guess if that’s what you want then who am I do disagree… I have no say anyways. {/shrugging he allows her to pull him along} But what color are you planning to make me? I swear to god if you pull something like this summer I will never forgive you, you hear? I don’t want to look like I can out of a unicorn’s rear end with the damn rainbow and shit. You got that! {/she wasn’t listening}

[gryeri-blog]

(--*she is listening - as always, to anyone, especially her favorite and only brother - but hyeri decides to ignore his words in hope an argument would be postponed, or just something completely that would not happen. her head only turns to him with a curious expression on it when he speaks about her papa, and her hand flies to catch his arm and to squish it close to hers with a small chuckle. ) yer judging my old folk, but ye can't help if he was curious about the fairies' reaction. and i said blonde! like not blonde blonde, but still darker than mum's blonde, y'ken? (--*her explanation was confusing, but she turns to him, hopeful. his words make her remember of recent events and how a slip of her tongue into a wrong word managed to get his hair looking like one of a parrot's, and it's so hard to keep her smirk away from her lips, but she almost manages to do it. almost. the laugh that escapes her lips is loud and sudden, and not as feminine as her mother would have liked, but the girl tries her best to muffle it into her twin's arm. ) please! ye could just admit ye loved it. noone's going to know...today.

[gryeri-blog]

what color are you going to be picking this year, hm? maybe something like a neon orange? ( *— he snickers at his own question which turns into an embarrassed cough as he feels her fingers drumming on his chest. breaking into a laugh, daehyun lets her down before shaking his head ) you could never break my neck. and besides, what kind of girl wears a skirt without something underneath? ( *— daehyun teasingly pokes her forehead before offering her a hand to take as he flashed her a smile )

(—*hyeri glares at him, raising a silver brow as she allows her feet to touch the cool ground, hands dropping so she could check if her skirt hadn’t ridden too high. hopefully, it didn’t go much further higher than showing a bit of her thighs, but the gryffindor takes the opportunity to tug her socks up. ) y’ken, i was goin’ to go with something earth-y, like green or brown, but neon orange is a great option. (—*there’s just a little bit of sarcasm on her sentence— orange was not a christmas colour. )

(—*his next words sound like bragging, and the silver-haired can not help but let out a scoff, rolling her eyes in indignation before she reaches to punch his arm lightly. ) yah! yer girlfriend does. and she is not a type. she is cute. and wanted to look cuter.

's not like ye ever complained with that sneaky hands of yers, mister. (—*shakes her head, slapping his hand away and letting hers fall in balls to her hips. her serious expression doesn't last much though, and it falls to a pout at the sight of his smile, wrinkles increasing on her forehead. )

[gryeri-blog]

{/he slings an arm around the shorter girls shoulders, a serious expression on his features} I need you to do me a favor, you hear? S'important that you do this. {/Sehun is quiet for a moment, almost preparing him self to ask (probably because he knows she'll make embarrassing cooing noises at him...) he clears his throat} What does Yeon Soo want for Christmas?

(—*when the arm is dropped on her, she is not surprised by his presence - his scent is not something she can forget, nor the sound of his footsteps - but her shoulders wince slightly, and her head snaps to face him with a small scowl plastered on it.) ‘ello there, other me. how have i been? ah, pretty well, even if ye missed seeing the first snow with me and i had t’ watch it wi’ a lad. a lad! (—*she sighs over-dramatically as always, letting out a small whine before she allows her silvery head to fall in contact with his chest. )

(--*but hyeri listens to him anyway, and her frustrations are quickly forgotten when he mentions a name she welcomes with a small frown on her forehead, and a smile struggling to not show itself too much on her lips. ) why? is my name yeonsoo? (—*the silver-haired girl raises an eyebrow playfully, before letting out a scoff, hands reaching to slap his chest lightly. )

(--*then, she straightens up, trying her best to look serious - even if she wanted so badly to smile as wide as possible, because sehun is looking at her with that face and he’s speaking of her best friend, finally! - as she stares at him. ) what do ye think she’d like? i can ask her, if ye’d like? not a big deal or anythin’, love.

[girldayssgdsg]

hyeri preparing for her first ever korean chicken fight