slightly belated, but here comes ninas new tracker for this quarter! alongside normal events / reqs, my girl is always open for plotting & threads ( even if a bit slow, just let me know ), so please feel free to reach out anytime!
— COMPLETE / GIG 025.
THREAD: ft. @lgcxnoeul ( round one ).
— MARCH 22ND / FABULA MISSION 014.
PREPARATIONS:
ft. @lgchayoung ( licorice root ).
ft. @lgcsori ( midnight exchange ).
"i think roses are kind of tacky," minnie says honestly, frowning at the rows and rows of different coloured roses. some natural, some dyed. don't get confused: minnie thinks that roses were a lovely flower. pretty. yet unfortunately overhyped. "i feel like roses are the kind of flower you say is your favourite because you don't know any other flowers."
her eyes wander to the violets. the beautiful purple flowers stood long and proud in the bouquet. accented with baby's breath and another flower she couldn't name, it looked beautiful. and it was different. "hmm, let's keep looking," she suggests, not wanting nina to go in with a sad looking bouquet. "can you make a bouquet with assorted flowers of your choosing here? i heard some flower shops do that!"
though minnie wouldn't be much help. she knew what would look pretty as it's shown to her but she doesn't know flowers well enough to put one together herself. if nina relied on her, this trip might take ages. but hey, two heads are better than one, right?
"are you only getting her flowers or is this like a gift accessory?" minnie asked. she doesn't expect nina to spoil the woman or anything, but minnie was a chronic over-gifter. "i usually overdo it. you should've seen milan's birthday bags this year." that's right: plural. bags. minnie was either the worst or best person to bring for this errand.
as expected, ninas choice in asking minnie to tag along on this little excursion proves to be the right one, the short womans attention to detail already providing ample assistance. nina valued her honesty, valued how plainly she spoke when it came to her thoughts and opinions. "glad to know i'm not the only one who feels that way— i know there are people who genuinely love them, but roses have always felt a bit like a last resort option, especially when facing a time crunch. thankfully, i'm not strapped for time."
her gaze continues to wander, countless premade bouquet options assaulting her senses via a multitude of vibrant hues, the gentle scent of eternal spring they naturally emitted being her only calmative. nina would rather not spend longer than necessary trying to make her decision, but even something this small is deserving of proper thought.
"you know, that may be a good idea if they offer that here . . . i have no clue what each different flower and color is meant to represent outside of whats common, but i do know what colors soyeon likes most." yellows, pinks, different shades of white— an ample selection to mix and match from. "i should ask the front counter."
nina recalls back to what her father had mentioned to her a few days prior, turning where she's stood to look at minnie. "my fathers taking soyeon on a fancy dinner date to celebrate, so i was thinking of visiting with flowers earlier in the day." nina was hardly a gift giver, so when she did, she did so with thoughtful simplicity.
the posed question is simple enough, meant to gauge her companions thoughts as nina scrutinizes the lush bundles of bouquets littering the flower shop. the red head hasn't ever had much of a green thumb, her knowledge for anything plant-like capping at simply knowing when it was time to add more water to the poor things soil. sentimental meanings, however, have always escaped her. maybe that was why she'd asked the other woman to accompany her today— minnie doesn't know ninas step mother, her interests and sensibilities, but second opinions never hurt.
"soyeon isn't picky, she's always seemed to like anything i've gifted her, but i'd like for her to at least see that i didn't settle on the first bouquet i found for her birthday," nina continues, brows furrowing slightly as she moves further down the isle, gaze now landing on a bouquet centered around peonies. she's never been this involved, never been this thoughtful, but time has a way of changing people.
soyeon has respected nina more in the few years she's known her than ninas birth mother has her whole life. nina would like to be more involved.
he eey . . . heeeeeeeeey >x< it's me! after a busy irl bombardment that's really left me feeling a bit drained and scatterbrained sobs i'm sorry for literally going m.i.a ( both here and on twitter / discord ). i'm still very much sorting myself with things going on, but i want to try and make the effort to build back normalcy in caring for my muses ;u;
i would love to try getting some fresh mini threads going, so pls leave an emoji in the comments for any of my muses ( nina, gyuri, saem ) and i'll get us up a little something ♡
lazy, waning summers make way for biting, bitter autumns— slowly but surely, the days become shorter, the air begins to chill, and all anyone typically wants to do is curl up with something in a warm thermos.
for nina, there's no room to be idle. not when there's so much to be done ( so much to relearn, so much to refamiliarize herself with, so much to further explore ). she can't remember the last time she'd allowed herself the time to truly be with herself, independent and solitary from the hectic happenings of the company. she's still buried deep within its walls, physical whereabouts known to those it needed to be known by, ready to rejoin the herd of her group at a moments notice, but for now, she is alone.
nina, her thoughts, and a recording booth.
when had her journal grown so heavy, leaded pages free of unmarked white space, bursting at the seams and ready to be poured out via a melody? when had she last experimented with personal sound, samples and drafts left to waste away on her hard drive up till this point? there's much to work on, progress to make, all left untouched for months on end— not for a lack of time ( no, time was never an issue, even with packed schedules to attend to ), but for a lack of motivation.
vocal less tracks loop through her headphones, ready to be fleshed out, and suddenly, nina feels her well ever slowly beginning to fill once more.
this was what it was all about. this was what propelled her into becoming an idol.
creativity. experimentation. expression. all things she'd once been overflowing with in her earlier years, spurred on by a simple love of music. it pained her to think she's lost even an ounce of that spark after all she's experienced, all she's pushed herself through. in reigniting this once second skin of a mindset, nina knows she can return to some version of her younger, greener self.
so long as she remembers this truth, she will not falter again.
with detachment, separation, comes acceptance— an understanding, of sorts, allowing for a better understanding of circumstances, a better understanding of priorities, and a better understanding of ones own self.
far too much time has been spent on regression, on allowing herself to fester and ruminate on matters of real unimportance, dragging her down, down, down. she hates it, hates feeling as though she hasn't been in control of her own mind for months now, dragged away from a reality she'd once been so rooted in.
the realization of disconnect was the thing to finally set her right.
when had she last talked to her members outside of work related matters? when had this all started, the isolation, the self sabotage, the doubts in her own capabilities she thought she'd taken care of over a year ago? when had she allowed herself to feel like an imposter, a stranger in her own skin?
this ends now, nina decides. this ends now.
unimportant baggage has already been delt with, a weight she'd not even realized was holding her down until she'd finally been rid of it. now, mind still hazy but shoulders lighter than before, nina wills herself to continue pushing. she can't allow herself to fall back, not when she knows she's better than that. she's already been there, trapped in limbo with no real motivation— never again, not when she's earned so much for herself, proven her worth, shown she's capable to what she's already achieved and more.
maybe she's being hard on herself, but she has to be. self inflicted leniency will get her nowhere, will help her accomplish nothing, so being harsh in necessary. so, she'll force herself to step out more, isolation and silent lips no longer actions to take, but actions to avoid. she'll no longer push, a poor habit in need of breaking.
it won't be easy, nothing ever is, but easy isn't always better.
it's a hard pill to swallow, knowing there needs to be a change— change towards something that has always stood firm, towards something that has always seemed incapable of change, previous efforts only making up half of the whole that was needed.
always the first to reach out, always the first to inquire, always the first to extend some sort of olive branch despite that not being her responsibility.
her father commends her often, he always has, but nina knows he shouldn't have to.
distance, despite the old saying, does not always make the heart grow fonder. on the contrary, it simply does as it implies, widening the gap, causing the parties on either side to forget, growing farther and farther apart until there's nothing left to be seen. deep down, there's something eating at her, gnawing away at her resolve, at her heart, an undercurrent of disappointment nina has long since thought to be squashed down.
you could've done more. you should've done more. you're an awful daughter. selfish, uncaring, dismissive.
her mother remarried back in february. nina learned of this a week ago.
for some reason, it stings. no call, no text, no email— a enormous life event gone unnoticed and uninterrupted by the daughter from a previous marriage her mother hadn't put any effort towards in years. it's hardly a relationship, one only in blood, and yet, it still manages to rattle nina.
maybe she cared more than she liked to admit, the wall she'd crafted easily cracked by the one person she pushed away the most ( by the person she created the original foundation of the wall for ). maybe she needed to finally come to terms with reality. there was nothing to gain from holding on to even the smallest of hope that things could change, not at this point.
" . . . you really are something else, hyoseop, you know that right?" that's all nina can respond with after a moment of silence, gaze steady on him, mind no longer reeling, having finally accepted that the other was a lost cause in regards to this conversation. what was that old saying— you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make them drink. yeah, she was well aware hyoseop was as stubborn as she was, so even attempting to try and change his mind was something she knew wouldn't happen. so, the redhead decides to concede. "you know what, if you're ever looking to take a little shopping trip, let me know. it's been a while since i've updated my own closet and now that the weather is changing, a little updating wouldn't hurt. just know i'm not getting sandals."
taking a moment, nina finds her gaze lifting upwards, eyes to the dark sky. what time even was it now? how long had the two of them been engaged in such a silly conversation? nina doesn't know, but regardless of the mild headache it'd momentarily given her, there's no denying it'd been nice. she rarely see's him these days, both too busy with their groups to interact much outside rare overlapping activities. "you staying out here for much longer?"
“being stupid, stubborn and pretty is what makes me, well, me” he shrugs “it’s what makes me so loveable.. and unlovable… some people hate it, some people don’t” hyoseop really was a fifty-fifty, either you found him to be the dumbest person on the planet, annoying as hell, or you’d like him, it was probably mostly a combination of the two, he’s easy to love, easier to dislike. “i might just take you up on that… people keep asking me if i’m wearing the same clothes but… it’s just that all my clothes look the same” he pouts “i don’t know anything about fashion though, no idea what looks good on me besides what i always wear”.
when he spots nina looking up, he does as well, his dad used to teach him and his sister the names of the different stars and planet, his sister probably still remembers it, hyoseop doesn’t, he’s kind of dumb. then he stares at nina again, slight smile on his lips, as much as he loves his members, it’s kind of nice to interact with other people as well. “i wanna stay a bit longer to be honest, but you can head inside if you want, hopefully next time there won’t go this long before we see each other again” he smiles to the other.
there's a comfortable stretch of silence that nina appreciates, just as she'd appreciated the gentle chaos of her conversation with hyoseop. she's often too monotone, bland, some might say, in her preference for peace and quiet, so when odd blips like this occur, a deep-rooted part of her heart is grateful. there's a need for small disruptions here and there, a need for change in order to keep things fresh. nina knows what it's like to let too much of a focus on priorities consume her, knows what it's like to feel as if she's falling after having the rug pulled out from under her without any sort of net underneath for support. nina knows that, in order to prevent lows like that from happening again, moments like now are necessary.
"i think i'll be heading back, then. i've got an early day tomorrow and i've already been out here longer than i was expecting," she starts, gaze finally falling from where they'd been bouncing back and forth from star to star, landing on hyoseop. "try not to stay out here too much longer, even the best of us needed a good nights rest every now and then."
for the first time in a while, she feels aimless, adrift along calm shores for seemingly no reason, but adrift nonetheless. she's been here before, a familiar coastline where waves had once been rocky, tumultuous, even scary at times, so to revisit during a moment of peace offers hesitance where uncertainty had previously been.
why?
nothing has gone wrong. nothing looms overhead. nothing weighs heavily in her mind. yet here she is, teetering between what has always been and what has yet to be. she's got what she's wanted, achieved the goals that'd been years in the making, created new finishing lines in response to continue working towards.
so why?
she can count on one hand the number of times in life she's felt this way, but those moments are all preceded by events of meaning. now, there's no real meaning to the void that steals space in her mind. it's simply there. it simply is. she doesn't like it, but it doesn't care what she likes.
she'll work through it, just as she's always been able to. she'll figure it out, always a problem solver. she'll persist, a repeated pattern proven by the fact that she'd even made it this far.
she just needs to wade through the water a little further.
hi beloveds! i just wanted to give a quick update— i know i've been terribly spotty with my activity across all my muses for a hot second, but i've had a lot of things going on irl that've been taking my attention. in the next two weeks, things are gonna be coming to a head, but i'm hoping once everything begins to settle down, i'll have the time and regain the headspace to be here like normal! thank you so much for your patience. ♡
conversations with hyoseop, in ninas oppinion, were productive to an extent. he listened in the sense that he responded, not necessarily dismissive outright to the constant nagging the redhead had been subjecting him to up until this point, but still unserious."looks can only get you so far, you know that, right?" his overconfidence astounds her, truly, a brow lifting in disbelief, gaze somewhat hard as she continued to regard him. nina knew she was attractive, just as hyoseop knew he was attractive, but her face alone wasn't what got her to where she is today. she'd like to bet the same could be said for him, despite what he may or may not think. "better to be safe than to risk losing your looks to early with something as dumb as slipping on the sidewalk."stunned silence is all she can give him for a moment, his words nonsensical as they fall upon her ears, and that's when it truly hits her— there's no logic in the world that could work in altering the others way of thinking. "you toe comment aside . . . i think i prefer having warm and protected feet in the cold, so i'll have to pass on that suggestion." losing a pinky toe to frostbite due to trying to prove a point was not worth it. "at the very least, get sandals with more straps. falling is one thing, but rolling or spraining an ankle from lack of proper support isn't something you can just pretty away."
“eh” he shrugs “they’ve gotten me this far, i’m sure my looks will continue being useful”. he’d always figured, though he wasn’t very smart nor creative, at least he had his looks. maybe he couldn’t win any talent shows, but he could win beauty pageants. hyoseop cared deeply about his looks, and to hyoseop they were pretty much everything about him, if he wasn’t pretty, then who was he? if he woke up some day with a new face, would he still be hyoseop? “i think if i fell and got a cut on my face or lips i’d just look sexy” he shrugs, while his mun begs someone to hit him on the head. “ruining the beauty i have is difficult, and probably impossible” someone, hit him, please.
hyoseop hums before he once again opens his mouth to say something dumb “maybe you just don’t like your toes as much as i like mine” he shrugs. “but, to each his own, if you don’t wanna wear sandals, i won’t force you, just saying, give it a chance some day”. “if i was to get new sandals i’d have to go shopping, and i go shopping about… never” he runs a hand through his hair “i should… i should find someone that knows a bit more about fashion and drag them along probably”. “for now i’ll just continue using these amazing sandals” he wiggles his toes “if i fall and die, at least i die while being pretty”.
" . . . you really are something else, hyoseop, you know that right?" that's all nina can respond with after a moment of silence, gaze steady on him, mind no longer reeling, having finally accepted that the other was a lost cause in regards to this conversation. what was that old saying— you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make them drink. yeah, she was well aware hyoseop was as stubborn as she was, so even attempting to try and change his mind was something she knew wouldn't happen. so, the redhead decides to concede. "you know what, if you're ever looking to take a little shopping trip, let me know. it's been a while since i've updated my own closet and now that the weather is changing, a little updating wouldn't hurt. just know i'm not getting sandals."
taking a moment, nina finds her gaze lifting upwards, eyes to the dark sky. what time even was it now? how long had the two of them been engaged in such a silly conversation? nina doesn't know, but regardless of the mild headache it'd momentarily given her, there's no denying it'd been nice. she rarely see's him these days, both too busy with their groups to interact much outside rare overlapping activities. "you staying out here for much longer?"
again, nina can't help but simply stare the other down, brows furrowed, lips set into a straight line. surely, there wasn't anyone on the planet like hyoseop, and whether that was meant to be taken as an insult or a compliment, nina can't be sure. what she can be sure of, however, is that her assessment is correct— for better or for worse, hyoseop is one of a kind. "that's a lot of blind faith to have in yourself, but i guess you have made it this far without anything detrimental happening to you . . . i can't exactly dispute that fact." shaking her head, nina continues. "you should still be a little more cautious." god, she was starting to sound like her grandmother, bless the elderlly womans worrywart heart.
"you're telling me you think sandals are the pinnacle of fashion, yet you're the one slipping every other step on ice—" her words stop then, abrupt, an attempt to cut herself off before she allows herself to really get angry. he's egging her on, he has to be, and nina will not let herself get emotional over sandals. "you know what? fine, ok, do what you want since that's what you'd end up doing anyway. just don't cry next time i see you about how you got hurt falling down stairs because you tripped over your own feet and broke a toe. you won't be able to perform if that happens, you know that, right?" against her better judgement, she's becoming to involved again, hands on her hips, brows raised. "you really need to be more aware."
sometimes hyoseop figured his beauty could solve all other problems he had. maybe he wasn’t good at making friends, but at least people looked back when he passed by them to catch an extra glimpse of him. perhaps he still wasn’t the best rapper nor that good at dancing, but at least his looks distracted people from his lack of skills. but maybe if hyoseop wasn’t as pretty as he is, he’d work harder, harder to befriend people and harder to become more skilled. “right” he shrugs “i’ve made is this far, i’m sure my looks will make sure that i continue to make it”. “being cautious doesn’t sound like fun though”.
“nina, beauty is pain” he shakes his head “i might slip all the damn time, but at least my sandals are comfortable, and they show off my toes, which for some reason i find really pretty”. actually, hyoseop knows nothing about fashion, he goes shopping around never, has to be dragged out to shop, and his wardrobe looks pretty much the same, it’s just a million too tight white t-shirts and a million grey sweatpants. “i never cry nina, and even if i did, i wouldn’t cry over falling”. “you should try it, wearing sandals all year around, who knows, maybe you’ll end up liking it”.
conversations with hyoseop, in ninas oppinion, were productive to an extent. he listened in the sense that he responded, not necessarily dismissive outright to the constant nagging the redhead had been subjecting him to up until this point, but still unserious."looks can only get you so far, you know that, right?" his overconfidence astounds her, truly, a brow lifting in disbelief, gaze somewhat hard as she continued to regard him. nina knew she was attractive, just as hyoseop knew he was attractive, but her face alone wasn't what got her to where she is today. she'd like to bet the same could be said for him, despite what he may or may not think. "better to be safe than to risk losing your looks to early with something as dumb as slipping on the sidewalk."
stunned silence is all she can give him for a moment, his words nonsensical as they fall upon her ears, and that's when it truly hits her— there's no logic in the world that could work in altering the others way of thinking. "you toe comment aside . . . i think i prefer having warm and protected feet in the cold, so i'll have to pass on that suggestion." losing a pinky toe to frostbite due to trying to prove a point was not worth it. "at the very least, get sandals with more straps. falling is one thing, but rolling or spraining an ankle from lack of proper support isn't something you can just pretty away."
hyoseop, in ninas eyes, has always been somewhat of an oddball, strange in almost every conceivable way, almost constantly teetering on the edge of full-blown insanity. the redhead, unfortunately, knows quite a few people just like him despite her best efforts at trying to keep company of a more sensible degree, but for as interesting of a man as he is, he's at least someone nina could find amusement in. watching him as he pulls himself from the ground, seemingly uncaring as to what just happened, nina can only stare for a moment. "genuinely . . . how have you lived this long?" ordinarily, nina would keep comments to herself ( she cared little for petty jabs ), but hyoseop simply pulls it out of her by being himself. had she been talking to anyone else, she might feel more embarrassed.
"of course you're going to slip all the time while wearing sandals in the winter, sandals offer no support whatsoever—" nina has to stop herself before she runs her mouth too far, the unnatural urge to scold hitting her out of nowhere. nina never nags, but the act can't seem to be helped, especially when faced with someone so nonsensical. "if you plan on living in sandals year round, at least wear socks with them when it's cold. i doubt the company would be happy if your toes froze off due to preventable frostbite." lifting a hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose, nina sighs.
hyoseop was honestly, stupid. his sister had always been smart, quick to learn, high grades, knowing all sorts of ‘fun’ facts. hyoseop would question why she was so smart and he was not, and then his sister would remind him he’s adopted, geesh, thanks. it’s not that hyoseop got low grades during school, his grades were completely fine, but he had basically forgotten everything he had learned about a day after finishing school. and it’s a good question nina asks: how have you lived this long. yes, how has he? hyoseop shrugs “the world wouldn’t kill someone as handsome as me, i can do stupid stuff without consequences because the world truly can’t live without me” he shrugs, a laugh managing to escape his lips.
“they offer a great amount of support!” hyoseop places his hands on his hips “sure i fall a lot in them, but besides that they’re fine enough” he shrugs “besides, normal shoes are uncomfortable, sandals are much better” he nods a bit. “aish nina! do you have no fashion sense? socks in sandals doesn’t work together” he shakes his head “this is the real fashion” he points at his feet “sandals throughout all of the year, you just wait! soon enough i’ll have made it into a trend”.
again, nina can't help but simply stare the other down, brows furrowed, lips set into a straight line. surely, there wasn't anyone on the planet like hyoseop, and whether that was meant to be taken as an insult or a compliment, nina can't be sure. what she can be sure of, however, is that her assessment is correct— for better or for worse, hyoseop is one of a kind. "that's a lot of blind faith to have in yourself, but i guess you have made it this far without anything detrimental happening to you . . . i can't exactly dispute that fact." shaking her head, nina continues. "you should still be a little more cautious." god, she was starting to sound like her grandmother, bless the elderlly womans worrywart heart.
"you're telling me you think sandals are the pinnacle of fashion, yet you're the one slipping every other step on ice—" her words stop then, abrupt, an attempt to cut herself off before she allows herself to really get angry. he's egging her on, he has to be, and nina will not let herself get emotional over sandals. "you know what? fine, ok, do what you want since that's what you'd end up doing anyway. just don't cry next time i see you about how you got hurt falling down stairs because you tripped over your own feet and broke a toe. you won't be able to perform if that happens, you know that, right?" against her better judgement, she's becoming to involved again, hands on her hips, brows raised. "you really need to be more aware."
title: i'm about to d-word
partner: @lgcnina
location: somewhere in the legacy building
he was bleeding.
"fuck", hyukjae muttered to himself as a drop of blood stained his pants and immediately his finger started to hurt. he dropped the guitar on the floor, the complaining noise coming from it felt just like a reminder that he didn't take care of the instrument.
but that didn't matter, he was bleeding and it hurt like a bitch when he opened the practice room's door and left, turning left and then right, the labyrinth the building was when all he wanted was to go to the bathroom.
"oh, sorry!", he let out, maybe a little too loud when he almost bumped shoulders with another trainee - ops, idol - on his way. "sorry nina-ssi, i'm bleeding, don't wanna get this on you", he showed her his bleeding finger. "why the bathrooms are so far from us when we need them?"
it's not often nina finds herself alone in the company building, rigorous training days, public schedules, and a good handful of members constantly orbiting her personal bubble ordinarily leaving her with little time on her own. today, as a chance stroke of luck, had left her with a few idle hours to kill without having to be around anyone— naturally, it's one of the many solitary practice rooms the redhead finds herself occupying. for the most part, her quests for solo vocal practice had been successful, time stretching on smoothly before she'd decided it was time for a little break.
what was meant to be a leisure trip to one of the buildings cafes for a quick caffeine boost was now a red, bloody nightmare. nina finds herself a bit stunned, the momentary bump to her shoulder easy to dismiss in comparison to the growing red mess spilling from the others ( hyukjae, her mind passively supplies— a trainee she can vaguely recall seeing here and there ).
"more like hemorrhaging, god—" the redheads brows furrowing dangerously, taking in the sight before her, a hint of red flashing slightly from her own sleeve as she digs into her bag, taking out a spare, unused tissue. she hopes the stain doesn't end up being too bad, she rather liked this pullover. "at least apply pressure with this, you're leaving a trail. how you'd even do that . . ."
nina hasn't ever been one for snacks, sweet treats often overlooked in favor of healthier, less cavity-inducing options, so having to sit down and brainstorm potential chocolate flavors for fabula fans had proven to be rather taxing from the moment this project began. there are nerves, a creeping, crawling sensation underneath fine layers of skin, an odd sense of hesitation coating every action, every thought, every possibility. this was the redheads first time ever doing something like this— creating something from nothing for fans and general listeners alike, an idea that was meant to be completely and utterly nina, a gift to those who bothered giving her even a fraction of their attention.
it's only natural for her to want to give them something enjoyable.
her initial list of options is rather short, personal flavors of enjoyment far and few between for something as sweet as chocolate. hazelnut, matcha, maple ( hell, she even decided to throw lemon on the list, the quickly approaching summer months striking something of a chord inside her ). ultimately, the final decision falls to something matcha-based, a flavor to help ease up overall sweetness chocolate naturally had.
a light dusting of matcha powder, deeply green in a way one might find freshly cut grass to be, overtop a hardened dark chocolate shell. a doubly bitter bit, softened by the smoothly gooey center, a matcha ganache. a good, digestible balance between sweet and bitter, something nina feels represents her rather well.
despite my best efforts, the treat i have for you all doesn't seem to be very white day-esk, does it? i had initially wanted to make something a little more visually appealing, but . . . i can't say i'm disappointed. it's the thought that counts, after all, and all of you were the ones on my mind throughout the whole creative process— making something that not only showed you a little more of myself, but also could be enjoyed by as many of you as possible.
so, enjoy. share with your loved ones, just as i have shared with you. stay healthy, stay happy, and above all else, stay true.
