Can't Control Myself

Lira Kim. Audiokinetic Enhanced. Closed Indie RP. Not affiliated with Taeyeon Kim or SM Ent.

[liraxsrn]

heavy is the crown

just pretty agents in a government function with @y--ing

“You are very kind,” Lira’s eyes were wide as the lavender pearls were presented to her. “Thank you,” She accepted the jewelry already hovering over her neck and she could admit that Ying definitely had excellent taste. She had been prepared to dress the minimum required frippery for such an event, but next to the elegantly dressed Ying, Lira had felt a bit self-conscious. The jewelry given did not outshine the other agent in any way, but at least she would not feel so insecure standing next to her.

“No, I will go.” She tries to give a reassuring smile to the woman who slid a ring unto her finger, her silver dyed hair already artfully curled over her bare shoulders. The pretty jewel on display. “Commander Han specifically invited the guests with the intention of introducing me to them.” She says this steadily but already dreading the interactions. Commander Han was not known for her...maternal instinct. And Lira was not exactly somebody whom she particularly favored. But Lira was not going to back down; she had heard rumors of what the Commander did to those who defied her. It was a miracle Seonmin and Hana were still alive. Lira was determined to show she can color within the lines. 

“It’s just a party,” She ran her hand down the elegant skirts as she stood up and faced Ying. “I think I can manage.” The unspoken question hung in the air. Can’t I?

[liraxsrn]

[ DEVASTATION ]

[ DEVASTATION ]:     sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences.

---powerful prompts still accepting---

tw: blood, violence

Lira stood panting heavily, hand still grasping her throat as if that would do anything to assist her control. Around her were the collapsed agents that had "volunteered" to train with her, as was their job descriptions. Some had bleeding ears, twitching limbs and faces still contorted from the aftermath of Lira using her voice. Her eyes narrowed when the training door room burst open and in strode Leo, looking exactly how one would look witnessing something as savage as what she had just unleashed.

"What." Her voice was hoarse from overuse, raspy and not at all the silky textures of how it was when she sang. "Come to gloat?" It wasn't a secret in the agency that her control had lapses.

[apolyon]

Leo liked to think of himself as a fountain of patience.  It wasn’t something that came naturally to him but rather something that was hard earned through fire and blood and whatever other dramatic nonsense he could coin up to describe the shit the rebellion had put him through.

In other words, Leo was rather proud of the fact that he wasn’t easily rattled no matter what the situation.  Yet that fact seemed to fly out the window as he strode into the training room, already feeling a headache forming in the back of his head.

“Gloat over what exactly?,” he snapped, voice louder than usual as he wisely kept his earplugs in.  He wouldn’t risk taking them out around Lira, not if he wanted to avoid ending up like the agent clawing at the side of his face, trying desperately to make the ringing stop.

“You do realize that you and I both are stuck here until you learn the difference between subduing a target and this,” he said, eyes already glowing red as he grabbed hold of a shaking agent and immediately stopped her bleeding. It didn’t put a stop to her whimpering over what he assumed was a shattered ear drum especially as he shoved her aside but that just made her someone else’s problem.  He already had enough on his plate with Lira.

“Because no one is about to clear you for field work if you’re more likely to take out your team than the target.”

[liraxsrn]

Lira glared at her supposed instructor, not even bothering to assist as he bent over one of the agents. She had warned them, had told them she was not fit for the field, but that Han woman---

“Then keep me locked here.” She spat out, eyes shooting daggers as she slim arms wrapped around her own self, as if that would help in keeping her fluctuating powers at bay. It was a testament to how little control she had over her voice because those words had tendrils of power in them, softened only by the fact that she had already unleashed most of it early in her “demonstration”.

“Subdue a target...” She scoffs beginning to pace since she couldn’t put much distance between him and her. “This is stupid. I’m not meant to go on field. So you might as well fail me now. Keep me in the lab, like Hana.” She rolls her eyes wishing she had more than just a little bit more juice left or that he was not wearing eardrums. It would be much safer for everybody involved if she wasn’t rolled out unto extraction of enhanced. Not when she was this volatile.

[hwanghxn]

liraxsrn​:

(…)

“We need to find my mother.” She surprised herself by saying. She needed to see, if they got a hold of her yet, to see the look on her mother’s eyes when she realized that Lira finally decided to get something for herself for a change, which was a freedom away from her and this mansion.

Lightness, relaxation. 

Those were things he shouldn’t be feeling considering their current circumstance but was utterly swimming in. Buzzing with energy, now he finally understood that phrase. This must be happening because he took in too much energy and was at the edge of overcharging himself. 

Holy shit, it was so good. All of his anxiety and fear bundled up, tucked into a corner where he could almost forget their existence and focus solely on joy. 

“I have to stay present,” he whispered to himself, making every effort to keep his attention on Lira’s words. “I…Your mother, yes, we should find her.” It was a terrible idea in theory, but family came first and Seonmin understood that better than anyone. So why wasn’t he running to Dohyun?

When they pushed open Mrs. Kim’s bedroom door, they were greeted by the scent of blood. The woman was already dead - eyes wide open and pale lips parted as if with the intention to speak. Perhaps she had a message to deliver on her dying breath and now no one will ever know what it was…and must live with that regret. 

Seonmin bent his knees, slowly sinking to the ground. Noises of destruction were all around, and the wetness of the blood drenched carpet felt real when he touched a shaky hand to it. Can this be a nightmare? It certainly felt like one.

The door they shut behind them swung open, and a woman with long, dark hair stepped in. There were others with her, but they made the decision to wait at the door. The woman’s eyes went to the ground first, then to Lira. “Not us,” she said softly. “I will explain it to you later, Songbird, but for now, we must leave.”

Not a glance was spared in his direction, the woman’s entire focus had been on Lira alone. A hint of realization made Seonmin narrow his eyes, and for the first time that night, he looked at Lira with something other than friendliness and concern. He didn’t voice his question, but it was there in the air…and felt awfully accusatory. 

[liraxsrn]

Lira knew that Seonmin had a brother---if he wasn’t attached to his friends, he was always somewhere with Dohyun. A twinge of guilt surfaced at the thought of keeping him by her side when his brother could be out there in need of him. But if what few details of the operation that was revealed to her, the residents were not to be harmed. But detained. 

Not harmed. Not harmed. Those two words chanted inside her head as she stared at the lifeless form of her mother, sprawled with indignity over what was once an immaculate bed. A bed her mother had always invited her to join but Lira never took up on it. She didn’t think she deserved to soil the pristine sheets. Ironic now then that it was her mother’s blood that stained it.

She was still staring when the enhanced agent came into view. Her face was familiar, but they didn’t exactly interact too much, Lira after all was not yet an agent for the government. She was just 

A traitor. That was the accusation that she read in Seonmin’s eyes as they faced each other. Lira felt whatever guilt that had built on her chest at seeing her mother’s lifeless body grip her to the point of anger. This was not her fault. Her mother had it coming...

“We need to leave,” She said in a far firmer voice than she anticipated. A bit of power leaked from her voice, but it was faint as if the control was frail. “Seonmin, come with me.”

[sentimentals]

[liraxsrn]

[ DEVASTATION ]

[ DEVASTATION ]:     sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences.

---powerful prompts still accepting---

tw: blood, violence

Lira stood panting heavily, hand still grasping her throat as if that would do anything to assist her control. Around her were the collapsed agents that had "volunteered" to train with her, as was their job descriptions. Some had bleeding ears, twitching limbs and faces still contorted from the aftermath of Lira using her voice. Her eyes narrowed when the training door room burst open and in strode Leo, looking exactly how one would look witnessing something as savage as what she had just unleashed.

"What." Her voice was hoarse from overuse, raspy and not at all the silky textures of how it was when she sang. "Come to gloat?" It wasn't a secret in the agency that her control had lapses.

[leesvnkyu]

big mood, taeyeon

[soulrph]

powerful prompts pt. 2

so i made a list of generic power prompts a while back, and i had a recent inspirational moment, so here we go again! many people sent in wonderful ideas for this, but they were so good and so full of potential for new memes that i’ll revisit them later! as always, with the action memes, please add “REVERSE” to let the receiver know if you want the roles reversed!

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ GLOW ]:     sender’s eyes begin to glow as a result of them preparing to use their powers.

[ BLEED ]:     sender’s nose begins to bleed as a direct result of them using their powers.

[ RADIANT ]:     preparing to use their powers, the sender’s skin begins to glow as they summon their power.

[ KILL ]:     while in full view of the receiver, sender uses their powers to kill someone.

[ SAVE ]:     sender uses their powers to save the receiver’s life from immediate and otherwise inevitable danger.

[ DEFEND ]:     in order to defend themselves from potential harm, the sender prepares to use their powers to fight the receiver.

[ PROTECT ]:     in order to protect the receiver from harm, the sender uses their powers to keep them safe and erase the threat.

[ DISPLAY ]:     sender tentatively displays a small amount of their power to show a curious receiver what they can do.

[ TEACH ]:     sender arrives at receiver’s doorstep to teach them how to use their newly discovered powers.

[ FEAR ]:     sender unleashes their powers in a massive way as a result of feelings of fear.

[ WARNING ]:     as a warning shot to keep the receiver away from them, the sender releases a quick, brief blast of their powers.

[ GRIEF ]:     having recently suffered a massive loss that causes huge feelings of grief, the sender releases a huge wave of their power.

[ RAGE ]:     overcome with sheer anger, sender unleashes their power on a massive, uncontrollable scale in front of the receiver.

[ LOST ]:    sender uses their powers to the point of losing control, unable to stop, forcing the receiver to try and intervene to limit the damage.

[ CALM ]:     witnessing the receiver losing control of their powers, sender frantically calls to them to try and keep them calm and in control.

[ COLLATERAL ]:     while using their powers in a reckless and possibly uncontrolled way, sender accidentally and severely wounds the receiver.

[ DEVASTATION ]:     sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences. ( i.e. telekinetics surrounded by broken objects, pyrokinetics surrounded by scorched buildings etc. )

[ CONSEQUENCE ]:     having just unleashed a massive wave of their powers, sender regains consciousness to discover that the receiver has been fatally wounded as a direct result of their power.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ you know, it’s really difficult to explain injuries to a doctor when those injuries are caused by literal magic… ”

“ i… i’ve never been able to do that before… ”

“ no, no, uh… something’s wrong. it’s… my powers. my powers are gone. i can’t find them, they’re not… they’re not there anymore. ”

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of! ”

“ i… i’ve hurt people, before. i didn’t mean to. but i did. i lost control, and… i can’t let that happen again. ”

“ you need to lie low for a while. using your powers the way you’ve been using them… people are starting to take notice. ”

“ and why the hell should i be hiding, huh? why should i hide what i can do? it’s time the world knew, perhaps… that there’s gods among them. ”

“ i know about what you can do. i’m not blind, you know. i’m also not an idiot. i’ve known for a long time. ”

“ don’t give me that, okay? great power, great responsibility… it’s a load of bullshit. i never asked for this power, okay? i didn’t want this. i have it, and that’s not my fault. i just wanted a normal life! ”

“ you’ve seen what i can do when i lose control… i can’t let that happen again. “

“ you have powers, too, right? “

“ how long have you had them? how… how have you been able to control your powers so well that nobody knows you have them? “

“ people always expect us to be the heroes, don’t they? i figure it’s wishful thinking. manifestation, right? keep hoping the people who can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, might just be good enough to want to save it instead… “

“ i heard that you have powers. and… i was hoping, maybe you could teach me how to use mine? “

“ together, if we combine what we can do… we would be unstoppable. “

“ people say they’d give anything to do what we can do. until they can do it, that is. then, they’d give even more to not be able to do it anymore. “

“ what do you mean? what’s wrong with your powers? “

“ i love you. not your powers, not your fame. you. “

“ we… we shouldn’t be together. not after tonight. those men wanted you dead because you know me; we were lucky that i was there to stop them. but… loving me, being with me… it puts a target on your back. and i won’t always be around to protect you. “

“ i don’t know how i’m able to do these things, so how the hell do you expect me to know how to control them?! “

“ don’t start what you can’t finish, kid. i’ve had my powers a lot longer than you have. it would be a very quick fight. “

“ i… i hurt those people? oh my… i could’ve destroyed the whole city if you hadn’t stopped me! “

“ how do i know that i’m in love with you for real? how do i know you’re not using your magic powers to make me think that i love you? “

“ don’t say that. you can’t know that, okay?! how do you know i’m not casting a magic spell on you to make you pretend that you love me? “

“ that’s not all i can do… would you like me to show you more? “

[hwanghxn]

warning sign.

liraxsrn​:

(…)

“Seon…” Lira wets her lips, feeling the thud of her heart beat against her ribcage. “Stay close to me, okay?” She says these words heavily, feeling her power slip from her tongue. “Don’t leave me…”

Whatever else she was about to say was shattered by the sound of breaking glass from somewhere above and the sharp high screams. It had begun.

The knife in his hand was making her nervous and Seonmin didn’t want that. Setting a hand on Lira’s shoulder, he smiled and opened his mouth to reassure her that he had no intention of using it. Before the words could make their way from his lips, however, something happened. 

“What was that?” This time, he was certain it was not his paranoia. 

Everything happened at the same time. There was the sound of glass shattering and the door being kicked open from a distance. Seonmin could smell fire, but did not see it. As always, his thoughts went to Dohyun first. He must get to his little brother and get the kid to safety. 

But Lira’s voice was against his ears, echoing in his mind. 

Stay close to me. Don’t leave me. 

And his foot, which had shifted towards the direction of the stairs, subtly moved back. He must not leave Lira. He must stay close to her. That was what he had to do. 

Seonmin placed his hands over Lira’s ears because there were numerous sources of noises all around and considering her sensitivity to sound, this was likely very uncomfortable. Seonmin’s brain struggled to cope with the situation, but he had never faced such violence. “We have to run,” he mumbled after a second of deliberation, taking Lira’s hand and dragging her towards the back exit. The mansion had plenty of ways out and the sounds he heard earlier mostly came from the basement area, so maybe the back entrance leading out to the garden would be safe. “Everything will be okay,” he told himself over and over again, as if saying that enough times would make it true. 

They nearly ran into an officer as he entered. Seonmin dropped Lira’s hand and tackled the guy down. As he had the element of surprise, that task was not difficult. What to do next, however, became a concern. He stared at the knife in his hand and the person underneath him. There was no way in hell he could make himself stab someone, so he threw the knife down and used his hand instead. 

With his palm against the officer’s neck, Seonmin felt energy travel from the other into himself at an alarming speed. He had never attempted to drain someone this quickly, and the rush he felt made him light-headed. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “Why is this happening?” That really was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? 

[liraxsrn]

Lira’s eyes widened when Seonmin visibly seemed to hesitate to leave, as if an invisible force had stopped him in his tracks and rather than go rush and find Dohyun, which she knew he would do the moment he felt danger, he stayed and took her hand instead, pulling her towards the exit.

Her mind was ricocheting at all the possible scenarios. They told her once the operation started, they would find her to make contact and extract her to safety. So far, none of those appeared to----

Jumping nearly out of her skin, Lira had ducked behind Seonmin just as he reacted to the sight of the officer. Before she could even muster a squeak of protest, he had already incapacitated the officer.

“I---I don’t know.” Lira found herself answering, catching his question. It wasn’t a lie, she hadn’t expected the raid on the mansion to be this messy. “We need to find my mother.” She surprised herself by saying. She needed to see, if they got a hold of her yet, to see the look on her mother’s eyes when she realized that Lira finally decided to get something for herself for a change, which was a freedom away from her and this mansion.

[djxiao]

taeyeon_ss

[jinkyu-deactivated20230619]

QUEENDOM EP.6 — MC TAEYEON ♡ 

[hwanghxn]

warning sign.

liraxsrn​:

(…)

“If…” She begins, looking back to him now, wetting her lips as tries to gather her thoughts. His smile eased some of the frays in her nerves. “You weren’t here…where do you you’d be?” 

The question was more for her sake really. She was already anxious enough as it is, but the thought of this plan not coming to fruition, of having to suffer more years under her mother’s neglectful eye–while her powers continued to fluctuate and get out of control—Lira didn’t think she could handle it.

Not here?

“There is no better place else for us, I’m afraid.” He lowered his eyes, considering the question. “The gifted people are being hunted down by the government, and other organization interested in our powers.” A part of him understood, because there was a lot of lives at stake. Just the residents of this mansion alone could form an army and cause serious damage to the society. Of course people would see them as dangerous and approach them with wariness and fear. 

Seonmin grabbed a kitchen knife from the drawer and an apple from the fruits basket. He liked to occupy his hands while thinking and the simple task of peeling this bright red Fuji should do nicely. “People don’t understand us, and I feel like the mansion is making a point, just by existing. Think about it, many of us had lived here for years. Sure, there are a few slips here and there power wise, but nobody had been hurt. We can live in peace.” He didn’t believe a war was necessary, and therefore refused to join either sides. 

The apple rind became long under the work of his steady fingers, a swishing red tail that nearly reached the floor. “But I guess if the mansion disappeared somehow, then I would go to the Rebellion.” He actually thought about this a lot, especially after a certain someone’s unexpected visit. “I have a friend there who can help me settle in. There probably would be a place for me, even if I am still uncomfortable with fighting. He would never make me do something I don’t want to do.” Despite all the years they spent apart, Seonmin was still certain of this. 

A light flickered in his peripheral vision, just outside of the window. It was brief, but he had managed to catch it. “Did you see that?” Seonmin moved towards the living room window, eyes narrowing. It was too bright to be fireflies and as they lived up a mountain, lights from non-nature related sources were rare. “Sorry, it was probably nothing.” Maybe it was just the glint from his knife, bouncing back the moonlight. 

…Or perhaps he should follow his instincts. A little paranoia never hurt nobody, especially those who had reasons to be careful. 

“Maybe I should go check it out.” He put the peeled apple down onto a dish on the counter, but not the knife. 

[liraxsrn]

Lira trails after him to the kitchen, not for anything else but to keep an eye on him. She had a feeling that the government unit was close. Being very sensitive to sound, there was a shift outside, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Lira was still untrained, and anxious enough about what was about to happen that her senses were all over the place.

It was why she was barely listening to Seonmin’s answer, only catching a few of his words to react to, and finding that his answer to her question surprised him. Surely the mansion was not as grand as that? It seemed her mother had been instilling ideas of grandeur to her students, probably spouting something about being different was okay, and all that nonsense. If Lira cared more, she probably would have argued. But no, she decided to take things into her own hands. To make her mother see...and all the others she decided to put over her.

Seonmin’s information about the rebellion...Lira took note of that too. She heard the government might have somebody who could read minds...that kind of information was crucial. The rebellion, as far as she knew, were deluded to think they could stand up against the might of the government. So was her mother actually, thinking to hide in this mansion, away from the conflict. Things had changed since powers had manifested among people, one couldn’t hide behind oak doors pretending everything was just a misunderstanding.

When Seonmin discovered something flickering outside, Lira stiffened. They were getting close. “No..it was probably just a reflection of something...” Lira stammered, losing her composure for a bit, even as her eyes flickered towards the knife he was carrying. “Seon...” Lira wets her lips, feeling the thud of her heart beat against her ribcage. “Stay close to me, okay?” She says these words heavily, feeling her power slip from her tongue. “Don’t leave me...”

Whatever else she was about to say was shattered by the sound of breaking glass from somewhere above and the sharp high screams. It had begun.

[hwanghxn]

warning sign.

liraxsrn·:

(…)

“Sour,” she answered his question without really getting it. She was not a fan of sweets, but the kids seemed to be. Didn’t they? Lira hardly paid attention. “You’re going to make tarts for everybody?” A surprise look followed by a wrinkle of her nose. It sounded like a lot of work. 

Sour, got it. 

A little extra lemon juice can go into the filling, and it should contrast well with the sweetness of the cookie itself and the icing sugar- 

“Something on your mind?” Lira seemed slightly nervous on top of being distracted. She wasn’t actively displaying it, but having lived together for so long, Seonmin thought he was becoming good at catching her general vibe. “You can talk to me, if you want.” He offered, but turned his gaze back towards the fire place as to not pressure her. Lira was capable of being a little prickly and Seonmin understood. This was supposed to be her home, her mother, and she had been forced to share them with a bunch of strangers for five whole years now. Perhaps there was a part of her that still didn’t want them around, but was too kind despite her difficult exterior to actually voice it. 

“I am not like one of the kids, you know.” At the same age, they had some similar experiences. “You can lean on me a little.” Patience was the key with some people, and there was still a part of Seonmin that believed Lira could learn to enjoy everyone’s presences instead of merely tolerating. They could become her family - wasn’t it good to be loved by more people?

He paused there, before slowly smiling. 

“Or we can go back to talking about lemon tarts if you don’t want me to be nosy.” He always gave people an out. “Yes, I am planning on making them for everyone. It is not like I lack time, not able to sleep and all. It can be a surprise after dinner.” The younger ones should appreciate the sugar high.

[liraxsrn]

Lira was still staring out the window, as if looking at the darkened woods would yield anything of interest. She hears Seonmin talk and it took a visible effort to drag her attention back to him. He was just being kind, as always. The offer to listen, how easy would it be to do so? But Lira knew she really couldn’t. Not for this plan to work, and not to set herself free.

But maybe, just for a little while...

“If...” She begins, looking back to him now, wetting her lips as tries to gather her thoughts. His smile eased some of the frays in her nerves. “You weren’t here...where do you you’d be?” 

The question was more for her sake really. She was already anxious enough as it is, but the thought of this plan not coming to fruition, of having to suffer more years under her mother’s neglectful eye--while her powers continued to fluctuate and get out of control---Lira didn’t think she could handle it.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, and she seemed a bit sheepish. “Tarts are fine, the kids would like them.” Or not, she really didn’t know and she never bothered to find out.

[prismsolar]

💙 𝙉𝙀𝙒 Muse — TAEYEON 💙

ash blue gray 💙 color

[nxmbervii]

(…)

“Since you’re here there’s no need to pick.” She studies him from the other end of the beer bottle.

“Spoil sport.” Nobody ever wanted to play along with his little games. Why wouldn’t someone just indulge this entertainment-starved man in gold leather pants? 

Jiho leaned back in his seat and gestured for two more at the server. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t looking for you, I was searching for drinks. Fortune simply has a way of smiling upon me, so now I get both.” He took a eager sip from his own beer bottle before passing her the other untouched one. Sharing is caring, that was a rule he was raised up with. “Huzzah for me.” 

There were too many civilians around, and should a fight begin, many would get hurt. Jiho was loose in many areas of his life, but when it came to other people’s safety, he wasn’t about to take unnecessary risks. 

“Why don’t we both just relax and enjoy our night?” He offered, returning his gaze to the woman before him. “I would rather not pull another overtime, you see, I’ve been underpaid as it is.” Actually, he wasn’t really paid at all, was he? The shitty thing about the Rebellion was their limited resources, which was precisely why it was wonderful that Jiho could often just help himself to things. 

Now, onto a more interesting topic - one he was genuinely curious about. “They killed your mother,” he said, in a matter-of-fact voice. “Why work for them?” There was no judgment in his eyes, just interest. “Do you have people in their hands that you must protect?” A guess, but likely not a great one. “Caved to torture?” No shame in that, really, people hated pain and most were unaccustomed to it in abundance. 

[liraxsrn]

People in the rebellion were such pricks. Lira had always thought so, and there was a savage kind of pleasure to find out that she was correct. The rude remarks of the young man really cemented her impressions. Nevermind that most of those who filled their ranks had lived in the mansion her mother had once created for their kind. It wasn’t as if Lira felt any particular feeling for them. The ones whom she did feel for were already on her side of the fence.

Taking a sip from the pro-offered beer, Lira studied Ji ho, only for a ghost of a smile to flicker across her lips at the mention of being underpaid. “You know who does get paid well though?” Soft, husky tones barely discernible over the din at the bar floated towards him. Lira smirked before gesturing at herself. It wasn’t even a lie, the money was good, and she would be lying to herself if she said she was used to a certain type of lifestyle.

“Maybe I should be the one buying you a drink. Charity case and all.” Lira’s hum was soft, and there was a hint of her power coating the note before she restrains herself. It wouldn’t do well for her to accidentally let all the people in the bar do things they didn’t consent to. Those should be left for the battlefield.

“All I need to protect are on my side already,” She shrugs, finishing the beer and gesturing for a couple more, this time sliding him a free beer. “And who’s to say I didn’t ask for that outcome? I’m all the better for it.”

[liraxsrn]

❛ you know, you have face like doll. ❜

"I bet that's what you say to all the girls." A ghost of a smile flit across Lira's face as she leaned against the training dummy. She had no idea why Gyeowool would even train with these, they didn't last long with her claws. But she never asked and the other female never told her. Just that over the years they would bump into each other in these training sessions--or at least for the first few months Lira didn't even bother to show her powers let alone train. Those days were long gone now. But the sight of Gyeowool training never got old.

"You know am no match for you," She added nudging the training dummy. That wasn't entirely true. Lira wasn't built physically, nor was she trained just as rigorously, but a single note from her could even the odds in a fight. Maybe.

[hyunasgf]

TAEYEON ’CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF’ BEHIND

[hwanghxn]

warning sign.

@liraxsrn

On the last night of peace before his life spiraled into hell, Seonmin was studying a lemon tart recipe. He wanted make flower shaped ones with a perfect, light yellow center. Lots of icing sugar dust over the petals so the entire tart would resemble a daisy flower. It would be so cute, and the younger ones at the mansion would love it. 

It was late, and so quiet that he almost didn’t notice the fact he wasn’t alone. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Seonmin nearly dropped his recipe book upon seeing her and had to put a hand to his pounding heart. “It’s so late, Lira. Why haven’t you gone to bed?” He followed her gaze out of the window, into the darkness and nothingness. 

Insomnia wasn’t unusual in this household. Everyone carried something inside and he knew when to ask and when to say nothing at all. Whatever it was that Lira thought about, he had a feeling she wouldn’t want to share. “Here,” he said instead of asking more questions, taking the jacket which he had draped over the arm of his chair and putting it over her shoulders. “It’s cold.” The mansion was on a mountain, and despite their best efforts, nights could get chilly even inside the building. 

Putting the book faced down on the table, Seonmin got up to slide another piece of log into the fireplace. “Do you think people would prefer lemon tarts on the sour side or sweet side?” If Lira couldn’t sleep and needed a distraction, then he was going to provide that. “I was thinking about surprising everyone at dinner tomorrow.” 

[liraxsrn]

---Mission Songbird: Green light

It wasn’t that Lira couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t supposed to. She had been a bundle of nerves ever since receiving that message, and while her contacts didn’t give her the exact details. She needed to be visible so she could be extracted. This was why she was lurking around the corridors at an unholy hour; it’s not as if her mother or anybody else would notice...

“Mhmm?” Lira schooled her features when she spotted Seonmin, his kind voice already easing some of her frayed nerves. Her powers, as awry as they often are, were very sensitive to voices and sound. Seonmin thankfully possessed a voice that didn’t want Lira to make her tear her ears out. It was the only way why she paid attention to him. Not to mention, he was nice that way.

“Thank you,” she murmured, voice barely visible, a soft rasp as she felt the warm jacket drape across her shoulders. Where would he go she wondered, when the government comes and seizes this place? His powers were quite formidable, despite the kind and gentle manners. Maybe she could ask if there was a place for him...at least with her endorsement they wouldn’t...

“Sour,” she answered his question without really getting it. She was not a fan of sweets, but the kids seemed to be. Didn’t they? Lira hardly paid attention. “You’re going to make tarts for everybody?” A surprise look followed by a wrinkle of her nose. It sounded like a lot of work.