♕ be the one lining the cloud

Heo Gayoon, 7th year Ravenclaw. Pureblood. Marked by Death. Part of a broken half. ★ ☆ ★

[oliviasusannah]

[xslysoryong]

Nefelibata [ Gayoon x Soryong ]

[xslysoryong]

He was ready to fly away, back to his room when suddenly the curtain was drawn back and there she was. Standing behind the cold glass, stained by droplets of water as she stares at him with, looking as if she was still dreaming. And Soryong appreciated the sight of her, not just because she might have saved his life but also because she was art in its own way; even when she’s doing nothing but stood on her feet, her hair cascading down her chest in a messy locks and her porcelain-white skin peeking out of her night dress. He smiles appreciatively and swooped into the room as soon as she opens the window, placing a grateful kiss on her cheeks immediately as he set foot on the room. Putting his finger on her lips he shush her while his other hand works his wand’s charm to dry himself off. “Not so loud, dear Gayoon. Wouldn’t want them to wake up now would we?” He murmurs onto the top of her head as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Well it was pouring today and I have heard there’s a possibility of thunderstorm." His whisper was low and a bit gravelly from the cold as he kissed the top of her head before moving to grab her hand and kissing her fingers at the very base, where she would wear her rings, before he looks at her straight in the eyes. It has been quote too long for his liking since he last saw his fiance. Granted they were not in a relationship other deeper than a title, he still liked the times he spent with her. And being with her tonight warms him up inside. He took a glance around the room, and upon checking that each of the girls were still deep asleep, turned his attention back to Gayoon. "I was thinking maybe I should sleep with you tonight." He smiled at the end of his sentence as he softly caressed her cheeks, feeling the soft skin against him.

[hgyclaw]

Even soaking wet, with hair clinging to his forehead, there was a charm about him that promised the gentleman he could be. She wasn't blind to the girls that fawn over her fiance, and it would be a lie to say that she didn't understand why. But as much as she could acknowledge that, ah, this must be why he's popular, Gayoon's heart doesn't often jolt in his presence. She has long accepted that was not his problem, but her own. Sometimes her heart ached with how lacking in emotions it could be, but beyond that, it seemed that she didn't quite understand how to feel. Pulled into his still cold embrace, she shivered, complaining softly, "You're cold, Soryong." She held back the comment that her roommates slept like logs on most days, instead finding herself pressing her nose against his shirt, inhaling his familiar scent, disguised beneath the rain. More than anything, it was his familiarity that she missed.

If she had to be completely honest, she didn't quite know anyone as sweet as him. He treated her well, and as a pureblood daughter whose arguably sole purpose is to be wed off for political relations, that was more than she could ask for. They got along fine, too, familiarity having warmed her up to him in a way rarely seen about her. Her eyes watched his, but not with the precaution they used to. In some ways, she trusts him. If he had wanted to trap her, he would have done so years ago. "I'm afraid I might not sleep so soundly tonight," she warned, but nonetheless reached to grip his hand, inviting him into her bed.

[hgyclaw]

♔ wilted branches;— amkz & hgy

[kozuexclaw-deactivated20131217]

(—/ there’s something about the tangy smell of metal that draws her to technological devices, the electricity pulsing through their veins, the quiet but beautiful hum of tireless energy that she can effortlessly identify with. and as soon as she steps foot out of her dorm room, the smell lures her over, in the direction of a relative, one she isn’t terribly close to but, she still classes her as a relative nonetheless. but who gayoon is to her isn’t the main focus of her attention at that moment— of course not. as far as she’s concerned she’s run into one of her long lost children. and it’s in gayoon’s hands. /—) uwah… (—/ she breathes out softly, entranced by the sleekness of the device, her eyes lighting up considerably as she pieces together in her head what model it is, how it was made, where, etc. /—) its beautiful…

[hgyclaw]

{ whether it's her lucky day or not that, in fact, there is someone that could help her, Gayoon isn't entirely certain, but her eyes soon catch sight of Kozue seemingly hovering over to her by some force; } { it's immediately clear to her that her cousin sees not herself, but the piece of metal in her palms--her words, too, spoken not for her to hear, but the phone; } { considering their family history, Kozue has always come off rather mysterious and strange to Gayoon; } It is? { her voice is almost uncertain, and she holds it up to the other, hoping that she doesn't have to vocalise her need to have this thing fixed; }

[gryffguk]

☆ — mental / byg&hgy.

[gryffguk]

he liked that there was nothing extravagant within their friendship. no over-the-top sign of affection, no loud declaration, nothing that showed a third perspective even the slightest semblance of how deeply he really cared for her. yongguk had come to expect very little from everyone around him seeing as whenever he tried he would only be faced with disappointment. even so, he liked that he never needed to expect more than what she had to offer and vice versa. as if what they lacked in the emotional spectrum was more than enough. 

more often than not, having someone not try to shove indifferent opinions down your throat made yongguk feel better. he liked wallowing in his own self pity, finding that it soothed him to know exactly how fucked up it was. he didn’t need someone to pacify him, he needed someone to accept him for what he was — help him through it rather than stop it entirely.

turning slightly to her, the smirk softened into a lop-sided smile. the realisation that he had unintentionally forced her into an area that he had the slightest feeling was out of her comfort zone guilted him and all he could do was apologise. ”i’m-” he started, not entirely sure what was to come next. she had heard his apologies too many times to count and yet the feeling never once left. “i’m sorry. i’m just. i don’t know. i’m exhausted, gayoon. down right exhausted.” 

unbeknownst to anyone within the pub, yongguk curled his fingers around the handle of his glass as he thought more about — well that’s the thing. he didn’t know why he was feeling so incredibly horrible; not the slightest fraction. he just did. and that made him angrier. and as the anger settled at the pits of his stomach, his fingers shattered the glass of the handle, littering the counter below it. he glanced down, almost confused, at what he knew was to be an injury; merely muttered a single word under his breath, “fuck.”

[hgyclaw]

When the harsh sneer on his lips was replaced by a warmer smile, Gayoon knew that an apology would follow. She had always known--it wasn't just the insanity within him that kept her by his side, following him without hesitation into places like the Three Broomsticks despite how the noise makes her ears ring; it was the warmth, too, and the way it could rise out of his wrath to offer her an apology. The only indication that she was worried about him was the slightest crease over her brows, as she uttered merely, "What did I say about saying sorry?" Again and again, he would apologise. Again and again, she would tell him not to. It was never-ending, a cycle that has been repeating itself for years.

She had been staring at his hand when he broke the glass, almost expecting it to happen, yet not stopping him. Instead, she was taken by the idea that this was symbolic for something, that one moment ago, he was gripping the handle, and a beat later, it was broken to the knowledge of only himself and her. People may surround them, but how often could one confidently say that these same people paid attention? That's how human beings lived: facing forward, unaware and oblivious of the darkness developing in people's hearts. This is why she hated crowds. How stupidly people would go on with their lives when a boy was sitting amidst them, bleeding from the palm.

A hand finally reached over, gripping his wrist gently, but firm enough to tell him to open his palm, let go of the shards of glasses that were surely hurting him. There was no verbal command, instead eyes watched his as she waited for the tension in his arm to relax. Once he did, she whispered a healing spell under her breath, followed by another to fix the glass, before giving his wrist a squeeze. There was nothing beyond sitting with him that she could do, and she had to remind herself not to feel too helpless in terms of the assistance she could offer him. She should know better that these battles could only be fixed alone.

[hgyclaw]

♔ wilted branches;— amkz & hgy

{ as the witch watches the screen of her smartphone go black, the familiar phrase that her father so often uses come to mind: these new-fangled mudblood bullshit--she disagrees, of course, with half that phrase, but she has always agreed that communicating by owl has always been the best; } { how ironic that her first mobile phone is sent by her brother by owl, with a note enthusing about how convenient they are; } { shaking the thoughts of her family from her mind, she considered using magic on the device, but something tells her that that idea isn't the wisest one; } { she could only sigh, looking up and around the common room--perhaps there's a muggle-born in here that could help her out; }

[hgyclaw]

♔ the damsel with no shoes;— kth & hgy

{ though not an unfriendly person, Gayoon isn't exactly sociable, either, so it's a wonder that she's at the masquerade, silly little mask shielding the upper half of her face--as if something like this could hide her identity; } { it sure did nothing to hide the unimpressed expression on her features as she watches students mingle; } { it's inevitable that at one point of the night, she finds herself outside in the entrance hall, much preferring the music and chatter subdued by distance here; } { has settled herself on a step on the staircase--it's not how she wants to be seen, but the hall is empty, and so she has set her heels neatly to the side, letting her bare feet take a small break from being stuck in an unnatural position; } { and the girl has to wonder again what the fuck she's doing; }

[hgyclaw]

This is an outfit post.

If anyone would like to plot something regarding the masquerade, please hit me up! I promise I don't bite.

[hgyclaw]

♔ insomniac;— ljh & hgy

For the normal person, this must be one sleepless night too many to be healthy. For Gayoon, however, insomnia was a familiar friend. Hand in hand was insomnia's cousin: restlessness. Having decided by midnight that sleep wasn't coming to her tonight, the girl had spent an hour or two alternating between attempts to read or study before finally giving up on that, too. Clearly, it was one of those nights, ones that would leave her in dark moods for the entire day after. Beyond accepting it, however, there wasn't much else the woman could do.

Exhaling, she let the book that she had been pressing down onto her desktop fall shut, lifting herself out of the wooden chair that she had been sitting upon. She should know better than to try to store knowledge into her brain when it refuses even to simply shut off. This had always been one of those things that Gayoon had been stubborn about, trying to study on nights when she clearly cannot. By this point, she had the reached the point of resignation, blowing out the oil lamp to shroud the dormitory room back into darkness.

But it was not back to bed with her. Finding a cardigan to pull on over her nightgown, she made her way down to the common room, bare feet padding through the soft carpet. It was on an armchair in front of the fireplace that she settled, uttering a quiet spell to fill it with flames, and subsequently fill the room with warmth and flickering light. Some nights, the flames could be hypnotising, and despite already knowing that this wasn't going to be one of those nights, Gayoon couldn't think of anything else to kill her time.

[ravisly-deactivated20131011]

─《 toil & trouble `hgy `kws

[ravisly-deactivated20131011]

It was sneer in response, not one of hatred, nor disgust, but on that simply showed that despite what had been said, Gayoon was, in a way, correct once more. He knew too well that if the line of conversation they were taking were to continue at least one of them at the end of the lessons would have been forced to raise their voice, ultimately gaining far too much attention than Ravi would have preferred. Instead of racking his brain for some snarky comeback, he simply pressed his lips firmly into a thin line. Needless to say, his sudden attitude change was not quite that of pure surrender, nor agreement to listen to the girl next to him, but in order to retain his own comfort, he’d let the small words slide. “And what exactly are we doing today?” He raised his voice to speak up as he glanced over the already gathered supplies needed for any basic, or advanced potion making. It were just the ingredients that they would either have to venture out to find, or prep. He went over the check list in his mind, even crossing off the little things such as the small silver knife that sat almost tucked away by the rather large in comparison cauldron between the two. He even took the second step to glance into the cauldron to assure that it was indeed clean. “Perhaps the elixir to induce euphoria – considering that’s the only way I think I’d happily be able to make it through the next hour or so,” his teasing tone had once more resurfaced as he leaned casually against his hand, his elbow propped up against the table, “Though, then again, I don’t feel the excessive need to sing my heart out this evening.” He allowed a small grin to form upon his features.

[hgyclaw]

In that regard, Gayoon might applaud him. There were very little people in this world that could make her raise her voice, and Ravi was one of those that could, as shameful as it might be for her to admit. It wasn't out of dislike, irritation, nor anything close to hatred. They merely clashed, unable to mingle like water and oil. Granted, there weren't many people that could stand the Ravenclaw's indifferent attitude, but it had used to surprise her that this one classmate could raise an indignant attitude out of her. Time, of course, had remedied that, but he continued to be the exception.

"Polyjuice potion," came her short answer. Evidently, her words did not end there, for she quirked a small smile at both the thought that she has made such a potion a number of times in her earlier school years, and due to her adding in almost a sweetened tone: "I'll let you test it this time." Her eyes lifted from the book to skim around the classroom, gaze landing on a rather voluminous but ditsy Gryffindor, at whom she gestured with a jerk of her head. "What about her? I've seen you staring."

His playful voice made it easier to lift a laugh out of herself. "I'm sure your roommates will appreciate your singing, if might be the case," Gayoon, though, can only be grateful that she will never have to be the audience to such a performance.

[hgyclaw]

[sly-taeminnie-blog-deactivated2]

Deathly Communication || Taemin&Gayoon.

[sly-taeminnie-blog-deactivated2]

"Hm? This weekend?" Taemin repeated quietly, "Sound like a good plan." He hummed slightly as a few word were exchanged. Nothing much really, but it was a small conversation. Taemin felt slightly awkward, he didn’t know why really. Maybe it was because the two haven’t really talked in a long time. Taemin mentally shrugged it off. 

He continued nodding as the conversation died out and it became silent. He looked around trying to figure some out to talk about. Usually, they had very few chats, most of the time it was to plan out missions they were assigned. He only considered her close is because of the ranks and the many times she had help him on missions. 

[hgyclaw]

To anyone that might see them from afar, they may seem like two friends, sitting together and enjoying the last of the summer days. While the Ravenclaw would never say that she was uncomfortable with Taemin, she wasn't exactly comfortable, either. She was as she always was, indifferent and difficult to connect with. Sometimes she wondered if she might want to open up a little, to fellow classmates, to colleagues, yet the thought had never passed its fleeting stage. She didn't need friends.

Her eyes opened and she straightened, pushing herself to a stand and brushing herself off If there was nothing beyond those questions that he wished to discuss with her, then Gayoon had better things to do than to sit around here with him, "Is there anything else?"

[ravisly-deactivated20131011]

─《 toil & trouble `hgy `kws

[ravisly-deactivated20131011]

He would have guessed – no, he simply should have known. Upon the promise of group work, there was without a doubt that out of all of the students gathered, he would be paired with the very Ravenclaw that he would have preferred to avoid if he could help it. It wasn’t that he held a disliking of her, it was far from it. The two just simply seemed to butt heads whenever they were in a close proximity of each other, be it their grades, their knowledge, or their overall willingness to be better than the other. Or so it seemed over the years that’d how he came to look upon it.

He glanced up, his brow furrowed almost distastefully as he allowed dark hues to scan across the surface of the cluttered desk, before lifting toward the girl before him. Again seemed to be an understatement for the older Slytherin, it seemed that every chance there was, either one of them was by the side of the other.

“Oh,” he murmured lightly as he straightened his posture, and glanced around the classroom. He held hopes that perhaps another student was standing alone and he could slink off to join them rather than be stuck for however long at the same table with the, yet again, same person. But upon seeing that already students were bickering and chatting aimlessly over their opened books, he knew he was stuck.

Allowing his attention to shift back to Gayoon, he simply narrowed his eyes and folded his arms neatly upon the edge of the table, awaiting thrown commands and complaints. it was with a light clearing of his throat that he finally spoke up in his somewhat of a greeting, “If anything, it looks like you’ve grown a liking toward me,” He was teasing, yet his expression help no amusement. Instead he leaned back, arms out stretching on the table as he allowed his gaze to drop toward the open text book, “Am I right?”

[hgyclaw]

What a strange acquaintanceship they held. As group partners, they would often easily hold the best work of the class. It might even be safe to say that their classmates assumed that the two would pair up with one another simply because of their compatibility in school work. Of course, the banter between them usually goes unheard, if not ignored, by said classmates. She had always suspected that they would much rather Ravi and herself be paired up than to have to be put in a group with either of them. It seemed likely to be the case for her, at the very least.

Work, however, whether academically speaking or professionally speaking, always came before personal feelings. It had always been how Gayoon lived her life, and it would be no different when it came to Potions class. Results are everything, and she was the type of girl that would not allow a little distaste to get in the way of her good grades.

Her eyes were still on her textbook, now studying the recipe to see what it is they'd need, head slightly lowered at an angle. "They've all paired up already. It's you and me, Ravi," she clarified for him even without looking up. How awfully predictable he could be. Or perhaps she knew him a little better than she would ever want to admit. After all, years together and they're still stuck with each other for group work. Even nemeses would come to be able to read the other without much trouble, and these two were far from enemies. She didn't dislike him. She would just rather getting through class would be easier and without as much argument.

Gayoon merely raised an eyebrow at his playful words, glancing up and over at him for a moment, before shaking her head, "I will the day you warm up to me." Maybe that was their problem. Having always meant to be bickering, it was hard to suddenly be civil. "Start prepping the cauldron," she said as she left the table to gather their needed ingredients.

[xslysoryong]

Nefelibata [ Gayoon x Soryong ]

He winced as his frozen fingers made contact with the cold window on the tower. Summer had been washed clean of that night’s sky as fall started to fall, bringing with it cold winds that penetrates you into the depths of your soul. And the September breeze brought along with it a dark streak of cloud that hung across the pitch black sky and behind it, clusters of others trailed along. Soryong sighed, almost irritably as the droplets from the clouds poured harder and harder as if wanting to drag him down to the ground with them.

Another tap. Followed by another and another and another until he felt his whitened knuckles going nubs. It truly is a bad idea to visit her this time of the night and it was even more foolish of him to ward off a fellow Syltherin’s warning of a possibility of a thunderstorm. His hand was shakily holding the broom, the wind was too strong and the cold was something on another level. He just wished, deep inside his heart that Gayoon would open up her windows before he’s struck in half by a lightning. What a way to die; he mused as he thought of his gravestone with the causation of his death written on it, carved in cursive so deep as if to mark his existence on this earth, as if to hold on desperately so people won’t forget the dead. He shook his head, and brushed up his face before wiping out the rain from his face and knocked once more.

[hgyclaw]

From when the woman was young, sleeping through thunderstorms had never been an easy feat for her, one of those silly fears that she had always been private about. Tonight was no different, with the distant sounds of thunder acting as her twisted lullaby, the impending storm stifling on her mind. Sleep, as difficult as it came to her, made it difficult to remain in, plagued with senseless dreams that made Gayoon toss and turn. Perhaps it was these dreams that took her longer than expected to hear the raps against her window, the knocks converting into shudders through her nightmares. The insistence, however, finally roused her from sleep, and she pulled on a cardigan before searching for the source for the knocks, expecting it to be the wind shaking the window.

Thus when she pulled back her curtains to reveal Soryong hovering outside her window, she had to wonder if she was still dreaming.

Her body reacted faster than her mind, opening the window for him to let him in, even if her mind continued to sluggishly peel away the layers of sleep. When she pulled the window shut once he was inside, she glanced at the other beds, only then checking to see if any of her roommates were awake. Fast asleep, all of them. "Yah," she looked at him, surprise in her eyes, "Do you have a death wish?"

[gayoonnie]

[dorkyshidae]

[jinclaw]

// casual classmates ⋆ gayoon & jin

[jinclaw]

That’s true but I like being as prepared as possible for every possible situation and a pop quiz is the worst thing a professor can spring on you, in my book. [`/ sighs]

[hgyclaw]

{ an eyebrow raises in amusement as she glances over at her classmate--sounds like a Ravenclaw through and through; } { as much as she used to have the same mindset, she has learned that there are much worse things a professor can 'spring on' one, as Jin had put it; } { she chuckles after a moment; } Fret not, there's no quiz-- { is exactly what she's saying when said professor of their lesson announced one for next week, prompting Gayoon to finish her sentence with another soft laugh (the only amongst groans and complaints); } --until next week, that is.

[slynah]

º a chance encounter 》hgy & ijn

[slynah]

[‘nods slowly, her mind finally starting to function normally again. She must have been really out of it, if she’s even forgotten about such an important appointment. She had planned a last-minute lesson with Ellin just a few hours ago, seeing as to how she had to prepare for a pop quiz for lesson the next day. ] Yes, sadly. [‘closes the book, sighing softly. ] I apologize for this.

[hgyclaw]

{ an apology wasn't necessary, and Gayoon shakes her head as an indication of that--this, after all, hadn't been a planned meeting between them, and the older girl felt that it was pleasant enough for them to have met this way; } It's not a problem. { she watches her prepare to leave; } Let me know how you enjoy the book. { gestures at the book she had recommended the younger girl, before at the one still resting on the table in front of her; } I'll pass this on to you soon.