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taphophilia ➟ sookja & sebastian

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❝ Two seventeen –– not that late. ❞ Sebastian dropped his cellphone into the main compartment of his backpack, pulling the zipper shut and slinging the canvas bag over one shoulder as he stood up from his spot on the damp, patchy cemetery grass. A waxing gibbous dangled unobstructed in the sky like the central candle of some cosmic chandelier, effortlessly outshining all its secondary illumination even at a fraction of its maximum potential. As he righted himself, he turned his gaze towards the cloudless, starless sky, focusing momentarily on the partial bulb which radiated cool, pleasant beams and cast gradually lengthening shadows on the opposite side of every tombstone dotting the knoll. The atmosphere and the visit in its entirety had been exceptionally conducive to a sense of ataraxia which was foreign to Sebastian; he was reluctant to accept its end.·❝ If you’d hurry up, we’d make it to Denny’s before sunrise. ❞ he grumbled, tone characteristically snotty and not at all suggestive of how truly pleased he was with simply being here, and being here with her.·

“of course not. the fun has just begun. i’d be surprised if you said otherwise.” not bothering to even look up at the other, she focused on how she carried herself. weaving through grave after grave, one would assume she was one with the dead; pale skin and cerise lips made her appear ethereal among those who were six feet under. “kim jongsuk. born 1909, died 1934. oh, poor soul...he was so young when he died...” often times when she found herself roaming in the land of those who passed, she would take the time to read their tombstones. it was the most she could do to commemorate them. in the distance, sebastian could be heard once more and his words made her suck her teeth. “patience is a virtue. besides, i don’t just come here to play around. i come here to remember these who passed. each and every person here had a story, from birth until death, their heart beat.” standing up slowly, she smoothed off her knees from any excess grass that stuck to them and made her way over to sebastian with lips pursed. “let’s go to denny’s before you throw a hissy fit. i’m sure the dead could forgive you.” making no move to ask him to follow her, she shoved her hands into her pockets and walked towards the gate they had hopped over. “look up my skirt and i’ll gouge your eyes out.”

#vacvm #r.

café noir

café noir: when you hang out with your group of friends, do you contribute to conversation? are you the quiet one?

i personally think of myself as being the quiet one. observing others is what i enjoy doing whether they know that they’re being studied or not. most of those i spend time with are far more open to expressing their feelings and their common day to day problems, so i’m able to take in all of this valuable information about them without them thinking twice. no one ever questions my motive. sometimes i like to be sly and use their weaknesses against them when a misunderstanding boils over. it’s not a very nice thing to do, but i never said i was nice, did i?

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black bean: what's your favorite midnight snack?

black leather jacket: what is a fashion trend that others hate but you secretly enjoy?

black olive: if you could own a restaurant, what kind would it be?

café noir: when you hang out with your group of friends, do you contribute to conversation? are you the quiet one?

charcoal: if you could have something named after you as a memorial what would you choose? (building, park, school, etc.)

charleston green: what’s your favorite room in your home?

davy's gray: is it more important to you to look good or feel good? explain.

dim gray: who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?

ebony: what do you admire most about your best friend?

eerie black: do you think you could survive in a horror movie? do you think you'd be the first to die?

jet: if you were going to a costume party next week, what costume would you wear?

licorice: given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

midnight blue: under what circumstances is it impossible for you to sleep? what makes you restless?

onyx: are you superstitious? give an example.

outer space: do you believe in life on other planets? what do you think is out there in the universe?

phthalo green: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

taupe: are you religious? what is your interpretation of god?

My hands are full of ash. I burn down everything I touch.

(via giraffevader)

#insight.

[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.

「 ✉ → 태민 」you’re the fool for thinking that you aren’t special to me. i thought you knew me better than that, taemin. when you have your head on straight, then let’s talk. until then, i don’t want to hear it.

#aemint #a.

@yoonhn!

tiramisu was the devil sprinkled in cocoa powder. by the looks of her plate and the corners of her lips covered in mascarpone cheese, a sin had been committed. never had she treated herself to such an elaborate meal, especially on such a sparse income, but indulging was one thing a chef-to-be couldn’t resist. though she came for the food, she also came to visit jeonghan. she knew he’d be working, so surprising him when he came around to grab her empty plates seemed like the perfect idea. unfortunately, waiting was a bother for her, so when she dabbed her mouth clean, she looked up and scanned the room to see where he was. while searching, she saw couples feeding each other and those focused on their business kept their eyes glued to their laptops. she could practically see the wheels in their mind turning. when a familiar color of hair she still couldn’t quite put her finger on came into view along with that infamous ponytail she played with every now and then, she called out to him, not minding the looks she received. “jeonghan!”

#yoonhn #s.#// this is SH IT fr ic kim sorry

@blossomists!

“i’ve always wanted a pet rat. my mother would go into cardiac arrest if she heard me say those very words right now. something about their little noses and the way they scurry around; i find it absolutely adorable. what do you think i should do, hm? should i buy one?” twiddling her thumbs, sookja stared at the other as she sought an opinion from her beloved friend. “does it sound too odd? would that scare away potential significant others? not that i care, of course, but could you imagine the look on his face when he hears me say that i have a pet rat? good god, he’d probably say he needs to use the bathroom just to make an escape. sounds silly over something so minuscule, but you’d be surprised by what some men shiver at the thought of.”

#blossomists #s.

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❝ addiction is like running down a steep hill; once you start, it’s nearly impossible to stop. ❞

#boost.

@93kwon!

“i remember watching a foreign movie...oh, i forget the name, but there was this one line that hit home. it went something like, ‘a man cooks and it’s art. when a woman cooks, it’s her duty.’ oh, i was livid! you should have seen my face when she said that. if i had a dollar for every time i told a man i was a culinary student and he said that it was a good thing because i belong in the kitchen, i’d be rich. i’d sock them right then and there, though. imbeciles, i swear.” mixing the batter in the glass bowl in a rhythmic motion, sookja offered her companion a small smile as she held up the spoon dripping in chocolate. “would you like a lick?”

#93kwon #s.

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a-rooki

#visage.

"Are you telling me you don’t hear that?"

“i haven’t told you anything, actually,” she mocked as she walked beside the other. “kidding. i do hear something, though. doesn’t it just get your heart racing? the element of surprise always gets to me. how about you, hm?” eyes adjusted to the darkness as she walked a few steps ahead of taemin, she was determined to find out where the noise was coming from. “i wonder if this house is actually haunted. i learned that a woman killed her husband and two of her children here. such a shame; they were such a beautiful family.” clicking her tongue in distaste of what she had just told him, the blonde haired beauty ran her fingers through her locks as she looked back at him. “keep up. i wouldn’t want to lose you and i’m sure you wouldn’t like to lose me either.”

#aemint #a.

❝ What was that noise?-- Did you hear that? ❞

amused with the elder’s sudden series of questions, sookja rolled her eyes and was fairly calm as she heard exactly what he wondered about. “mice, probably. or maybe some sort of larger animal. i’d be damned if i knew. why? are you scared?” raking her teeth along her bottom lip, she stopped herself from teasing him any further and shoved her hands into the pockets of her father’s denim jacket to keep warm. it shrouded her like a dress, but it got the job done. by the look on shinwoo’s face, he didn’t seem like the type of man who frequented cemeteries. it was the only time of year where outings such as the one they were on weren’t considered too odd, so she wanted to take advantage of this time before it was too late. “isn’t it nice out? it’s as silent as the dead out here. hah! get it?” jumping up and down on a grave below her, she beamed at the shinwoo before running ahead just a few feet. “you have to admit, this is pretty cool. if not cool, something different. am i right?”

#shvndw #a.#// this was shit im sorry--

"This place is just creepy."

giddy with excitement, though adamant on not showing it, sookja shuffled down the hall of the abandoned hospital the two had snuck into. cliche, was it not? halloween was near and they decided to spend their evening wandering a building that held hundreds of patients fifty-something years back. only humming as a response, the smaller of the two made her way over to what must have been a nurse’s station. manila folders covered with dust and edges turned yellow sat all along the counter. “it’s like they just dropped everything and left. how rude, is it not? not even having the decency to pick up after themselves.” grabbing one of the folders, she opened carefully and read a name scribbled at the top in black ink. “’hong sungjoon. liver failure due to alcohol abuse. severe case of alzheimer’s when admitted.’ good lord, this man must have died painfully.” turning around on her heel, she showed off the paper work and shone her flashlight over it so the other could see. “you should come and take a look. this is fascinating. and to think they only closed a few years back…hm. in operation for so long and then it just all ended so suddenly. i wonder why… perhaps funding? what do you think?”

#ifyoucanmoveit #a.