rose borne ✧･ﾟ

there's something beautiful here. i can see it- patterned behind your irises, imprinted in the rose petals between your teeth. come on, let me in. let me see the constellations that have scarred your body, lined the depths of your eyes. maybe it's just the polaroid, but there's a glow to you, an irreplaceable beauty gracing those lips.

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instagram update

@rosaphile i miss this boy more than anything in the world already~

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Yena has had her fair share of douchebags as customers at the café but none top the guy that decided to chew out the new girl that literally just started working here maybe for a couple weeks. The barista is fuming by the time he makes it towards her with his complains and if the hand on her hip isn’t an indication that she’s pissed, the way she has her brows raised surely is. 

After exposing the guy and making about every other person in the line laugh she realizes that the newbie is gone. With a pleading gaze towards the other two they wave her away, symbolizing they’ll be able to handle the tiny rush by themselves. 

So the barista does what she feels is her duty and finds the girl, wincing internally at the state she’s in. “Yo. It’s me, Yena.” Crouching down before her she attempts to get a look at aurora’s face but there seems to be no such luck. lips curled into a pout she puffs her cheeks out. 

“yah… dun let this guy get to ya. he’s a huge ass. I chewed him out good. y’should’ve seen me! made everyone in the store laugh as he practically ran out.” keeping her voice chipper and cheerful she hopes it’ll at least ground the girl somewhat. while the streamer has no idea how to deal with panic attacks doesn’t mean she could just leave the girl out here by herself to deal with this. 

soft, little breaths leave aurora’s lips as she listens to the other’s voice~ gentle as the smell of rain on grass the morning after. pretty little golds. safe, golds. she can see glittering concrete from between her knees, see the steady stream of snow as it melted between the cracked asphalt of the alleyway- and her mind all but grips onto yena’s voice, using it as a focal point to help tether her to the ground. eyes siphon close as she listens to her coworker talk, and a little smile cracks at her lips despite the cold- despite the anxiety still gnawing at her senses. her heart is warming at the thought of the little girl chasing a large man, though~ and her arms relax imperceptibly, thankful he had left. she takes her time, lips finally parting enough to make a sound. she clears her throat, lifting to let her chin settle on her arms and tilt towards yena. “thank you- honestly.” .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[idasen247]

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hello everyone !! im back from hiatus !! to those i owe replies, i’ve updated my schedule~ please, dm if ours isn’t up there. to those i haven’t interacted with, feel free to check out aurora’s plots and relationship dynamics to see if you find anything you like !! im writing off her break as a trip to namwon to visit her aunt’s place uwu~i haven't gotten her history written fully,, but ill answer any questions in dms. you can contact me through both twitter and my tumblr ims !!

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dear soulmate, seoul smells like rain. no.. not quite. it smells the way the morning feels, when bare feet dig into soft earth. it smells the way i imagine slate blues to taste; blossoming across your lips in remnants of sunsets that spiral across waves of prussian ink. petrichor, they call it. and yet.. petrichor is pale purple, as lilac as the glow of the sun is when it bleeds into deep, oceanous depths. tell me, do you think of colors the way i do? as if they breathe, and breed their own constellations? there's so much to ask; and yet, nobody to answer. i wonder if you love the way cinammon tastes in hot chocolate the way i do, or if you detest the texture of ginger the way i can't stand it. i wonder if you're a girl, or a boy-- if you think in metaphors the way i do. do you love to sing? do you see poetry written in bricks the way i see them in petals? i hope you're well. sweet dreams, soulmate. - aurora.

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hey haha, it's ari. i'm honestly.. still really new here. i haven't made a lot of memories with you all,, i haven't really fully gotten to know aurora, even. but hearing you all reminiscing was honestly really fun haha~ it's wonderful seeing just how connected you all are to this place. it's sort of incredible to think about, how you all have somehow spent parts of your lives together~ across the world, in different stages of your lives. i'm really excited to be here, and i hope that a few years down the line i'll have just as much to share with me and aurora !! i wrote this rkfifth as a soulmate post,, so months or years later when this person comes into her life, they can see a bit of who she is today. perhaps i'll continue it~ who knows <3

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MK is holding back his giggles, not one but TWO cans of silly string in hand, preparing to burst into the room where many of the girls at the party had decided they were going to have a secret hideout.

It certainly wasn’t that he was a mean-spirited person, the thought that led him to this course of action. He just saw the silly string sitting around unused. And there had been girls heading upstairs all night, not just in twosomes but alone or in big groups, and boy was he curious. Not to mention getting bored, as he had come to this party by himself and is likely the oldest person there.

So when a girl’s voice stutters through the door that he needs a password to enter, he feels five years old again. He laughs as he positions the nozzle of the spray can above the gatekeeper’s eye and sprays silly string into the room.

The sound of squealing lets him know he’s hit a target.

aurora is shocked. the initial shock passes, leaving her with shut eyes and thin arms held in front of her face in an effort to shield herself from the onslaught of canned substance. she should’ve known- should’ve seen it in the glittering constellations of his eyes. all boys were up to something, and his happened to be sticking to every nook and cranny in her defense. there’s a slight pause of silence, but then the world erupts and it’s as if she’s been shocked into reality, back to the present time continuum.  eyes pierce open, ablaze with slowed realization when her fingers thread through her sticky strands. aurora lifts a condescending finger, pointing directly at the boy thundering in laughter mere feet away from her. the door is pushed open as she pokes him in the chest, lips parting to yell at him amidst the cacophony of shrieks that cascade through the hallways.  “you asshole do you- do you even understand how long it took me to freaking hair the curl- curl the hair- curl my hair-- i mean-”

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[rkfanfic]

— ◉ — @auroraxrk .

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you remind me of wildflowers

for @rkgwen  ✧*:･ﾟ

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the air is blooming, she thinks.

the moment the door unlatches her world erupts in color, in life. muted tones spiral into vivid spectrums, and her lips lift at the familiar site, the calm that trickles down to the base of her spine in familiarity. she see the auric shimmer of laughter, little giggles of children as they speed away from their paint-armed friends with green striped across their arms. she feels the brilliant lavender of brush on paper, the little triangles of every sort of titian from the eighties kids show blaring through static in the corner of the room.  and it feels like home-- more than home ever did. ironic, she thinks. they were all one and the same, aurora realized-- amid the metallic spirals of delighted squeals and tumbling bodies of children in her direction. she scoops them up, pressing kisses to foreheads and protecting the little orphans’ souls for as long as she could. a little boy wriggles his way through the crowd to cement himself against aurora’s chest, reaching to press his hands against her cheeks in absolute love. she grins, nose scrunching at the sticky ultramarine most definitely drying on her cheeks, retracting her hands to run through his hair and ruffle through though beautiful ivory locks. she can hear the door open behind her, eyes shifting open slowly to blink away the momentary reverie she had been in-- the little world of Lost she had found comfort in with the boy tangled in her torso. aurora’s lips lift as she raises, fingers curving to hoist the ecstatic boy into her arms the moment she turns. “hello there,” she murmurs, eyes falling on a beautiful girl. she wasn’t that old~ maybe a little older than aurora, but she forgets how to speak for a moment, lips parting in momentary awe as the newcomer introduced themselves. she smiles then, letting out a gentle laugh. “your eyes remind me of wildflowers from namwon. welcome, i’m the head of the arts department here.” .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 

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seventy four.

for @rkwon   ✧*:･ﾟ

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aurora was exhausted. the student lets out a little grimace as her back hits the wall, knees knocking together and sending her slumping to the ground in a tangle of tired limbs and dark curls. she’s silent for a moment, taking in the little nuances of the air around her. the vent thrums its way to life above her, and she can barely hear the ochres of the air above the lilac percussion of her heart, the slight hesitation of her breathing.  she stays like hat for just a moment too long, eyes fluttering open in nebulous depths of filtered onyx. slowly, little fragments of thought connect their way into constellations of logic, and she grits her teeth, shifting to stand once more and stumble her way to her phone. slender fingers slip the lock away, and she scales the tutorial back exactly nineteen seconds-- seventy four beats.  here we go, the girl murmurs in the depths of her chaotic mind, studying the movements of the girl and shifting to lean on the mirror opposite her. aurora’s a little off with her spatial reasoning, however, eyes widening as she reaches wildly for purchase and crashes to the floor a few feet away from the wall. little bits of pain pulsate through her side, and she lets out a defeated sound a few moments later as the pain subsided.  finger lift to bring the tutorial back to her view, hand coming up to rewind the girl on screen to the spot she was having difficulty on. she was going to nail this-- even if it killed her. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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02 . 12 . 18

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aaaaa a bitch has been productive and that bitch is me !! i updated my muse page (and my schedule) ~ it has some important info in it so make sure to check that out here !!   .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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yoojung hums as aurora wrapped her arms around her, couldn’t help but snuggle into the crook of her neck. it had been a long time – too long, actually – since she had seen the other, which was ridiculous. yoojung was going to pretend that it was okay – because it wasn’t, not really. not that she’d been gone for so long, not that she had basically abandoned most of her non-trainee friends since she’d started as a trainee herself, and she really did feel bad about that. it had been hard, getting used to everything, and in turn she’d practically abandoned anyone she wasn’t immediately around. aurora was, sadly, one of those people. at aurora’s co-worker’s comments, yoojung let out a small “ ahh … ” as her face flushed red, shielding her face away from the other. “ still, ” yoojung whined, reaching out and adjusting the collar on aurora’s coat and pouting because regardless of whether or not it was easy to get out, she still felt bad. “ i can pay for dry cleaning, or something ? ” she offered quietly, raising her brows. yoojung pursed her lips, smiling sheepishly up at the other. “ i owe you for a lot of reasons. ” she murmured. “ take you jacket off then – it needs to try and uh … we’ll go in the back so there’s no draft. ” she hummed, nodding as she shooed aurora back into the café. “ i’m sorry for the coffee. also the … abandoning you until like … now. ” she murmured, smiling gently. “ let me go order and i’ll be right back. ” stepping up to the counter, yoojung placed her order with the worker who had commented on yoojung and aurora rather sheepishly, smiling and bowing gently once she paid, and scurried back over to the table to wait for her drink. she sighed once she sat down across from aurora, rubbing her hands together to try to warm them up. “ so, ” yoojung started, smiling gently at the other as she started. “ how much apologizing do i have to do before i’m allowed to talk about how the mgas were, and being a trainee ? ” yoojung murmured. “i mean i do feel really bad but i think i have a lot to catch you up on. and so do you, actually. ” she smiled.

“dry cleaning is too much, idiot. the last time this happened you said the same thing, remember?” the girl grins, quickly booping the shorter’s red nose in assurance. a gentle smile crests upwards at her statement, nodding softly in agreement. aurora peels off her jacket as the other speeds away to order, and she sits down in her favorite booth, far away from the common eye. softly rubbing her pulsating sternum, she blinks softly while watching the other’s pretty carmines waver within the confines of the cafe. something was.. off. not off-- just different. aurora’s eyes light up in little galaxies the moment yoojung flops into the cushion across from her, slender fingers tightening just a little on her cup in excitement. “oh please, you can apologize over text too~ tell me all about it !!” this was much better, she thinks as they slip into their usual pattern. aurora loved to listen, yoojung loved to speak. the student takes the time to observe yoojung’s features-- the slimless of her face, the imprints beneath her eyes, the little fidgets of her hands. the artist noticed the strain- but she noticed the glow, too. a brilliant blossom that cascaded across the dim features of a little soul she loved, a confidence that bolstered the more she spoke about the world she currently resided in. no, not confidence,, it’s belonging. she belongs there, no matter the hardship. the realization makes her grin, in pure excitement for her best friend. the realization of just how incredible yoojung was hits her then, and she reaches across to brush the little flyaways from her forehead in an act of fondness, an ode to the mornings she would catch a droopy yoojung sleeping in class before an exam. same yoojung, same hair, but an almost alternate dimension.  “before you actually start to rant, i’m proud of you. not sure what’s going on but you can’t be told that enough. i’m so fucking proud of you.”

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[idasen247]

instagram update

@rosaphile  thankful for mornings like these, and friends who make me look prettier than i am <3

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a laugh as rich as ochre

for @rkxmk​   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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there’s a multitude of colors passing through aurora-- ochres and dark, pulsating golds, beautiful reds, soft purples. the air around her is rich in laughter, telling of hidden kisses and impulsive decisions, the fire of alcohol and the electricity of released stress.  a traditional party, one she couldn’t fathom why she was at. hours pass, and the girl allows herself to be pulled up the stairs by a girl she’s just met, a girl with cute freckles and sweaty bangs and a name that started with an s--or perhaps an m. w? v? lips pucker ever so gently as the student thinks about this, fiercely racking between her hazy, lilac-filtered thoughts in an effort to uncover the girl’s name. it’s futile, she realizes, giving up and quickly becoming invested in the gaudy gold paper taped to the ceiling in spirals, the confetti raining down from a popper a boy burst above them.  the two of them stumble amid red solo cups and scattered snacks in fits of giggles, bare feet clumsily navigating their way to where the girls were hiding out. bubbles of laughter ring out through the air, and the girl finds her shoulders relaxing, gently stumbling over the last step and straightening up with more confidence than perhaps needed. v, as aurora decides to name her, clicks the door’s latch open,  dragging the artist inside without hesitation and settling down amongst the tangle of bodies inside.  as in most parties, they were all fairly tipsy, and as in most parties, the multitude of girls were playing truth or dare. a slight cynical thought passes through the girl’s mind, but she waves it away, eyes lighting up excitedly as entities she never knew spilled secrets too deep to be told sober. it’s when there’s a knock on the door that she blinks out of her stupor, offering to open the door. “p-password?“ she teases through a little crack, letting an eye peep through at the boy asking for entrance. “you gotta have a password t-to enter!“

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[idasen247]

hello, you.

for @yujurk   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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[tw; anxiety]

there wasn’t enough air.

concrete spins in aurora’s view as she stumbles her way out of the cafe’s side door, and she lets out hitched breath after hitched breath as lungs struggle to take in air. fingers blindly reach to grasp upon some sort of solid wall-- but there is none, and now she’s spiraling, constellations of reason separating into nondescript stars to match the erratic pulse in her chest and oh god there simply wasn’t enough air. the girl finds herself stumbling into a wall, wincing ever so softly as the worn brick dug into her skin and dragged across her back. pale arms curl around aurora’s stomach as she sinks down onto the ground, welcoming the cold air as it shocked her senses into a brief sense of well-being. she couldn’t fathom why a simple customer caused her to disintegrate into such a mess-- perhaps it was the anger with which he had physically gripped her uniform collar, the words that cut to her heart as he called her worthless. people..have bad days. but god, was it excuse enough to force her into a panic attack? there are footsteps nearing her now, and another wave of anxiety crashes through her before she can process it, splitting those thoughts into a mess of scenarios and possible endings. please don’t hurt me-

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the cool of autumn had settled in seoul quickly, forcing yoojung to layer every single time she stepped out of her apartment nowadays. not to mention that she was beginning to get a bit fed up with not having her own car so she didn’t have to wait for public transportation in the freezing cold – but she was starting to get used to it.

or, not really – but she was trying.

and today was no different, really. she however, after a long day yoojung was able to escape from the cold by finding herself in one of the small cafes that lined the streets of seoul on her way back. one that she used to frequent before becoming a trainee when she ended up on this side of seoul, even it hadn’t been all that often. but yoojung was constantly a mess, constantly making a mess everywhere she went – so of course she would walk directly into someone the moment she stepped into the café.

“ ahh, ” yoojung whined out almost immediately, reaching out to the person she had just covered in whatever hot beverage they happened to have had – she frowned deeply, sputtering out her apologies and, really, she was starting to get used to this. starting to get used to apologizing for being a mess, running into someone – it was how she always managed to walk into a café.

maybe it was sign.

but all that seems to fade away once she realizes just who she was looking at. “ aurora ? ”yoojung asks, furrowing her brow – until she couldn’t help but smile ridiculously wide – “ ahh, aurora – i’m so sorry. i’ll buy you a new drink, i promise – i didn’t mean to … i mean, we both know i’m a mess. ” she sighed, frowning. “ need a hand ? ” she asked, reaching out to help the other up.

aurora watches yoojung’s face blossom into a smile so familiar, so warming, and she can’t help but grin back at the beautiful girl. nevermind the fact that her stomach was probably burned, her clothing wet, her bottom sore~ yoojung was right there in front of her, bright eyes almost radioactive as they reflect the glowing signs around the two of them. the little girl’s rambling reaches the student’s ears, and she grins wider, waving off the sentiment and shaking her head. aurora was in a state of shock, to say the least. it takes the fallen girl a few moments to register the hand being held out towards her, world clicking into motion the moment her onyx gaze flickered towards it between distressed strands of dark almond. aurora reaches towards yoojung’s extended grip, entwining her fingers within the smaller’s and pulling her down into her open arms. an excited laugh leaves the student’s lips the moment she’s able to hug yoojung, nuzzling into her hair and inhaling that familiar scent of coconut and laundry detergent. “oh shut up, would you~ it’s been months.” her coworker claps in amusement besides the two girls, shaking her head and unceremoniously setting down another steaming cup of hot cocoa on the ledge. “never thought i’d say this, but we might’ve found someone clumsier than you, aurora.” the girl in question rolls her eyes, gently letting go of yoojung’s comfortable jacket and standing up. the girl takes a moment to analyze the damage, scoffing in her friend’s direction as she picks up the new drink. “you’re so lucky i like white hot cocoa~ this stuff will come out quite easily.” “you owe me though~ a whole, uninterrupted cafe date.“ the girl winks, lips curving upwards in excitement. “and would you look at that~ we’re already in a cafe! how lucky for you.“ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

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ᴀɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ✧･ﾟ: *

[idasen247]

instagram update

@rosaphile  what a beautiful world we live in~ absolutely ablaze as the sun ignites the crimson of autumn.

[idasen247]

eyes of aries

for @yccjungrk   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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the seasons shifted faster than aurora had anticipated, leaving her with the dawning realization of seoul’s autumn the moment she stepped outside her studio apartment. a few curse words and haphazard attire changes later, she re-enters the outside world in fuzzy socks and a thick coat to shield against the unanticipated chill. the rookie simply took in the world’s transformation as her lace-up boots crunched across carcasses of leaves, a little knot collecting in her chest as she realized she missed the world setting itself afire amidst the chaos her life had begun to resemble. soft features duck into the thickness of her scarf as the wind tangles pine into her locks, and she pockets her ice-cold hands into the recesses of her pockets with a little sigh of comfort. the little cafe she frequented (both to work and study within) rises into her view, retro sign flickering in the warm afternoon.    

lilac spirals throughout the cafe as she steps in, and aurora’s lips curve upwards as they sift through her very being-- infiltrating her bloodstream, singing into the depths of her pulsating skin in whispers of caffeine and familiarity. the bustle of the shop lifted her spirits, and she grinned as her fellow barista winked before logging in her order and shooing her away. the girl dutifully steps over towards the pick up station, backpack heavy against her shoulders. aurora is rearranging to avoid worsening the cramping between her shoulder blades when her order finally arrives, and she’s quick to grasp the cup within her palms. warmth seeps into the icy expanse of those nimble fingers, and for a split second, everything is calm.

the next, the world is exploding.

chaos hits the rookie like a freight train, and she barely registers a little form barreling into her, blinking away the shock as her beautiful, perfect hot cocoa is trailing down the fabric of her shirt and igniting her skin in curling heat. she’s still stumbling backwards between her fragmented processing, ungracefully catching a lone chair and letting out a cut-off yelp as she drags the seating device with her down to the floor. when her senses return she lets out a groan, cranking an eye open and registering the voice fretting above her in hyper speed. 

she knew those eyes.

almost as well as she knew the stars.

“y-yoojung?” aurora mumbles in near disbelief as she straightens.

yes, those eyes of fire, and amber and autumn and all things spice~ those are hers.

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