diamond.

Oh baby please.

[llexiah-blog]

silverining:

Haeri’s fighting laughter, for many reasons. One it’d be impolite and she’s more than that person who would have outright laughed a few years ago. She’s like, an updated version of her own software, you know. Microsoft has stepped up, Apple has–somewhat done the same, ugh who is she kidding. She’s not a computer, a program or a software, that’s her strength, she’s human! She has emotions, feelings and sometimes they just simply disagree with everything a painter wanted to put in his painting, it’s not a bad thing.

It’s human, there, the absolute perfect reason to open her mouth and speak frankly, freely. As Haeri should always do.

“Whatever the intention, they should just accept that some people, me for example, are going to be looking at this piece of–art–and judge it by the things it reminds them of, because what the hell kind of white is that, I’ve never seen this shit in my whole goddamn life and I’ve played around with white my whole goddamn life. Lexi, Lexi!” 

The name is repeated after the rambling with Haeri lightly tapping Lexi’s arm, but then the nudge gets a bit rougher and rougher until she’s grasping it and then tugging her closer to her side, “This isn’t worth it. I know better places, with cheaper but much, much, more interesting artists to spark a little something in your not so little mind.” 

Lexi’s not an expert on the stuff, sure she can talk a little about it, and she can even produce her own mess when she’s ready but that’s brain stuff. That’s subjective stuff. What isn’t subjective is when something just - isn’t making sense and it’s not a brain thing. It’s not a matter of understanding it’s just people making a living. At this point a name gets them a few grand and whether it’s good or not she has to stare at it and pretend it is. Well - she doesn’t have to but she promised she’d work on her etiquette.

The gallery isn’t that full though, and she hadn’t let it slip that she was coming here. Hadn’t posted on her instagram or anything about her whereabouts. So if a little slip happens she wouldn’t be in trouble, in fact she’d feel more relieved, which prompts:

“I’ve seen the color before - it kinda looks like he let his load out all over the canvas. Which I mean - I can’t think of a scenario where I’d accept that. It’d make for a interesting album cover.” It’s lewd and premature and it’s exactly what Lexi likes to be. She feels the comfort slip in almost instantly and the worries slide off.

“I could see Dean doing that.” She says that as an afterthought though before her laughter finally follows Haeri’s, body falling prey to her movements and suggestions all at once. “Okay okay lead the way Haeri the All-Knowing!”

[llexiah-blog]

subtle:

im a big fan of who im becoming. shes good, i like her

[llexiah-blog]

// @silverining

“If you kee making that face you’re going to offend someone here.” Even though, while she says this Lexi is hiding her amusement behind her hand. A gentle gesture that she’s not too used to. Then again she’s not too used to watching her behavior around others and being around Haeri makes her want to be even less considerate. But she made a promise - being that while she was at the exhibit she would be on her best behavior. 

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my inspiration instead you’re looking like you drank sour milk. And if you had I’d be questioning that boyfriend of yours.” Things are light, despite the importance of the visit or the fact that she’s been in the worst rut of her life and she wishes all the ideas in her head would jump right out of wherever the fuck they’re hiding. But Haeri’s here and if she’s letting a sour look pass at the work on the wall then Lexi can let out a snicker, however misplaced it seems. The people of the art world will be fine.

“I doubt - the intention of the artist was to express what it’s like to drink sour milk.”

[llexiah-blog]

// @dazzlehim

“Big baby.”

It doesn’t sting like it sounds, like people expect from her. Instead it’s light, like the small remnant of a latte that line her lips. She’s laughing, openly discussing things like chicks and dicks with the one person she knows she can, in a place she probably shouldn’t. It hasn’t stopped her before and if Ryan keeps encouraging her Lexi’s going to keep it up. She spares a glance over at the waiter, watching as he leans over against the counter and flashes them a smile. An unnecessarily flirty smile.

“Thing is, it’s not so impressive, so I wouldn’t bother with that one. He flashes it as parties too much too, not flattering.” Her pointer finger sticks out and she’s vaguely aware she needs to redo her nails. Instead of commenting on that she points at the barista still behind the bar. “He’s single and ready to mingle. And from what I heard he’s not too bad in bed.”

Lexi knows about table manners but she knows about comfort more so she’s going to indulge while she can. In freedom, reckless conversations and coffee.

[llexiah-blog]

// @bachye

Images are easy to hide behind. everyone thinks it’s such a troublesome mask, so sticky and dirty and so false that it irritates the skin. Lexi used to, she won’t lie. She used to suffocate under the titles, used to try to peel as far back, make it hover rather than stick. Even if it never stuck it was always there and she had to slip it on whether she liked it or not. So she sought to make it fit, push corners in where she could.

Parties are easier to hide behind. Much easier to flow with. Lexi had her reputation at parties and it was half of her stage and half of her vibe. She likes her space but most people aren’t too concerned about it as long as she moves. So she moves and she does and she acts as needle tight to the mask as she can. She dreams of closed studios with cushions while she gets so drunk she falls into someone else’s cushions.

Not tonight though, tonight is for mingling, monitoring and mixing.

It’s not because they’re cultivating a new image and not because she wants a new one. She came with a friend and she’s intent on staying with her as much as possible, feel out her new vibes with new people. Granted Lexi knew Chaeyoung wasn’t a party girl as much as people knew she was, but Chaeyoung still agreed to come and Lexi still brought her.

Not a fault on her art but a misjudgment. Mixing is only good when someone’s got a vibe to cling to. Chaeyoung’s got no party vibes and doesn’t know how to make one in an environment like that. It’s all push and push and when Lexi can’t catch sight of the girl, she’s sure it’s pushed her out. She’s halfway down the stairs, jacket hanging off her frame when she texts back.

msg to // chaechi: ‘i am fine’ my ass.  msg to // chaechi: rule number one, no matter who you are don’t leave parties this late by yourself.

Lexi’s out the door when she manages to fit her jacket on. Mixing ended, byes delivered.

msg to // chaechi: I didn’t mean to leave you though.  msg to // chaechi: I’m out tell me where you are I’ll hurry over.

[llexiah-blog]

note! 

when I first made this muse it was a representation of little things, specific moods but little things, things like the reflection of rebellion because of some wrong done to a woman by a man, and i think all that lexi was was bitterness, which isn’t bad! but all that ever came out was bitterness and I want her to be more than that, so I think this time around I’ll develop around the quirkiness that she is, aside from what she’s been through. it’s so hard to keep a muse that’s thriving on negativity but easier to build on their creativity. so here’s to that!

[soojng]

[thatdeej-blog]

☁ — For the most part, Danny kept a cheerful face, viewed life with optimism. It was the only way to pull through life; the only way to find forgiveness and thankfulness for the events that happened in the past couple of years. A lot had changed, but at least the world had left behind a little sister to love and care for. She was the light, the joy, the strength, and the hope that carried him through the rough nights where he’d lay on his mattress on the living room floor, wondering the intangible what ifs. There were many what ifs he could ask, many he could dream about, but one thing stood tangible: if he wasn’t strong, his sister would feel the pain, too. So, he made it his responsibility to always smile and laugh, even when life toyed with his heart. However, a youth at heart, he wasn’t bullet-proof. Things discouraged him. Things stomped on his pride. Things slowly killed him.

Lifting his head from his hands, eyes followed as she set two drinks on the table. He cast a weak smirk, staring down at the choices in front. “You raise a good point, yet the choice is so hard. But I’ll be the generous one today.” He spoke, sliding the alcohol over to her side. “I’ve got work in the morning anyways, gotta stay chirpy.“ Raising the soda can after popping the pull tab, he smiled. “I better see a smile on your face now. Toast to happiness and maybe a hint of, recklessness.”

[llexiah-blog]

        it’s strange, how solemn his words ring despite his smile. not strange but, suffocating how familiar it is. despite the laughter that would soon pass and the thank you’s and the shrouds he prepares himself for she wonders if he didn’t have work, if he didn’t have to stay strong would he let the strings pull his face down. would he let his heart win for once? would he fall prey as people before him? as souls before him? there’s a freedom in complete and momentary self-destruction. it’s a little painful, watching his smile and letting her own lips curve into something a little similar. it’s small, it probably looks unpracticed on her face and for that very reason she lets the bottle slip her mask and to her lips. maybe she’d hear something about this in the morning but she’s free. she’s free in the morning but more importantly she’s free right now. so she scowls when he takes the soda but she understands. “wimp.”

lexi didn’t care much if people could tell she was rotting inside, except that she didn’t let them know from what. so if she took a few swigs from the bottle and they attributed it to the alcohol, that was just fin with her. she doesn’t know if she cares if he knew either, or if he turned himself inside out before her. 

      “chirpy? even tweety bird had his off days.” the first swig finally makes its way and she’s lifting the bottle up to a small toast. “toast to wishful thinking and always, always to recklessness.” maybe if the clock struck 11:11 she’d be able to toast to happiness in a dream.

          “seeing as you chose the soda you’re not feeling too reckless. rough night or rough thoughts?”

[llexiah-blog]

( @thatdeej​ )

        Most had their fair share of words for the female. Most had their own assumptions and stamps to stick to her image just as she stuck upon herself when the spotlight hit. But night? Night was another story. Night was a freedom, a shroud. She’d shoved all that she was into her shadow, forcing it to drag behind her and hide in the day but now she was open, or as open as she wished. It was a time for recklessness and selfishness and sometimes for reflection. Right now it served as a comfort, wind nipping at her shoulders and threatening to expose her to whosoever recognized. She probably didn’t care, the tales of her previous endeavor spun in her head, stung her wrists in now reddened marks and for that she pulled back a chair and set the two drinks on the table, one soda, one alcohol. 

       “Only one of us is allowed to look that miserable tonight.”

[llexiah-blog]

( @kseulg )

          “Well it's not indirect,” that’s how she begins. That’s how she is. Nothing is ever really indirect, the words hit the target with a crass slice and a perfect aim. A sting however, is not always the intention. It’s why being around Seulgi is a little more bearable than usual. She stifles laughter under the blanket covering her lips, all but engrossed in the outfit and the character the female takes on. It’s easy, her eyes remain still pools and it’s the reason people think before approaching her. They’re easy to hide behind but around others they soften just a tad. “You look like the girls from my seventh grade class with big hair and lip piercings,” she answers, few chuckles spilling out past the cloth. “Not that it’s a bad thing.” she saves, “But it’s a rave so you look good. I’m surprised you got this dressed up.” she finishes.

[hykatsu]

( 欠け ) ➝ whether it were from her definite crass or his own open vulgarity, the uncanny easiness of their differences amused him. somewhat. “you’ve got less than a sweater.” he mumbles at her and he finds that his joint lasts nearly nothing. the fact makes him crinkle his nose as he flicks the leftover paper,  pursing lips chapped. from one of the cracks, the telltale stain of blood. on his tongue, copper and indecencies.

 “it’s ‘cause i’m heat in the flesh, baby.” he offers at her remark a wry curling of his damaged mouth, inherently poised to respond boldly. it came to him that she had been alone all this time before his arrival, and he could have found it odd. even more so for her inappropriate attire. (the chill tonight had even him desiring for more warmth). yet it seemed that the subject matter of her dauntless nonchalance offered him the opportunity to repose; let’s say, to chill. he stretches over the ice-cold bars, presses his side against the iron. specks of dry blue paint that reminded him of childhood disappointments cling viciously onto his dark jacket. he picks at them mindlessly as he tries to think.

the time should have been spent learning the verses of limbs and bones, familiarizing arching spines atop foreign bed-springs. the night would have been occupied with him recalling any other hymn of destruction that he would have hummed as he dresses the morning after. in itself it implies routine – and today seemed like a good day for challenges.

his pouted lips purse. he’s considering what to do with her, now that he had blurted an offer – went as far as to challenge hers. “depends on your terms too.” he spares a glance, spares brevity. “people say i’m not a disappointment. wanna go somewhere else and let me prove it right?”

[llexiah-blog]

less than an sweater and less than a care. it wasn’t as if she waited for the acknowledgement, though one click and she’s got half a hundred people claiming she does. claiming every action was for a specific reaction and then satisfaction. kind of masochistic in her opinion, especially when she knows the reactions, she’s memorized the scowls, the disapproval. she’s all but mapped out every single possibility and every single outcome. it’s always the same combination of words, the same mindless repetitions that are supposed to break her. she doesn’t know why people bother, she breaks herself a million times a day.

now, when her bones bend across the bars and her head threatens to hit she wonders if she fell would someone claim sickening responsibility. wouldn’t that be funny? 

“I didn’t know the night called for a certain attire.” that’s really all it came down to. it’s time like this when no one is slipping her into another skin, and sticking clothing and images onto her that she seeks to create her own. it’s automatic now, trying to fit into something, and there are few pockets left in her skin that remember what it’s like to redefine herself. “if someone had said, despite the weather tonight calls for everyone to dress like this, perhaps I would wear something different.” perhaps. there was a definite ignorance in her recklessness. she clings to the bars with white knuckles and dry fingers each time the wind passes through. it becomes thinner and more like sandpaper.

that’s not right. she’s supposed to be soft. “alright mr. heat in the flesh.” she lets go and dangles. in the moment between her decision and her words she wants to see if blood rushing to her head affects rationale. a test of sorts. it’s the real reason she needs to escape, she needs to move. her body doesn’t quite know what to do with itself. she’s used to be so stiff she doesn’t need to worry. moved around by others for others.

“i’ll let you prove it right,” she doesn’t take long to come to the conclusion and it takes even less for her to slip back up, hook her hands into the bars so she can slide her body out. “or try. people say i’m a try-hard so let’s see how wrong they are.”she’s one step to it, settling to the ground with a practiced ease.

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It’s a light chuckle that leaves her, not because she’s amused by what Alex is telling her or even remotely mocking her words or the way she seems so frustrated with it. It’s just a chuckle that punctuates what Daire has noticed from the beginning. Being given freedom, was not actually freeing. It was more constricting than anything else the company could give you. She loves these people though, the crew and even the CEO, maybe because she hasn’t been the most respectable and yet he still wants to make some money with her. Which is nice, an appreciation and a need for her she respects and will always happily oblige in. But the fact is, “They still think you’re going to flop it if they give the reign to you so quickly and all too soon, you know like your mother always running after you when you start learning how to walk?” At least that’s the best comparison she can come up with now. They truly do think that the artists under their care are unable to do anything but what they’re told to. It’s amazing really, so is the panic when said artist has more autonomy than they thought. “But they’ll warm up to it long as you go carefully with it you know? Like don’t push too hard but enough for them to give you space.” Now she’s leaning against the couch, earbuds pulledo ut as she tsks and shakes her head, “And stop chasing away cute guys who bring food with that foul mood, Christ, do we need to loosen you up already?”

[llexiah-blog]

The comparison doesn’t fix the bitterness in her throat. Even though it’s just a comparison the thoughts and the memories associate simply bring a scowl to Lexi’s face. She’s made a pact see, not to scowl as much when she’s in her fortress, the studio that is. It’s supposed to be peaceful here. She’s supposed to lay down her soul and filter everything out through beats and noises, it’s something she and devon have in common. But she’s boiling, she’s already boiling and just the word, mother, makes her want to leave, makes her tighten up. “they still think I’m going to flop, well I’m flattered by their concern.” she’s not snapping at daire and the female probably knows. the words slip by with distaste. Lexi tended to be a little, crude when she was irritated by the company and their micro-managing. Laissez-faire her ass. “It feels more like them moving the wheels and holding my legs up than running after me.” So they were worried, so she was a bit of a strange soul to throw back out their. So she was a little controversial. Sue her. She didn’t see them give the others the same treatment, Devon practically swallowed his controversies like they didn’t exist and well Daire wore them as medals. How should she plaster them? Scars? She hated the confusion in her reputation even if she’d caused it. “I push too hard...” she knows, she admits to it. So she sighs and lets her body sink into the chair. “I tried loosening up why do you think I’m here?”

[llexiah-blog]

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tanya_u Thighs! lexioneed beautiful *^* abcdatbeat it’s been a while!!! drumme_rk always showing her body off wtf??? it’s not even good wtf cascance_id look at her expression who took the picture??? kpop_fan_lover why does she always look so trashy?

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[llexiah-blog]

Earlobe.

There are bites / And there are fights They reach, And they teach / They close, and I froze The bites were slow / Soft supple suffocating Fights are quiet / singing lies, stinging cries Baby I can't believe / I mapped my demise From the earring / To the ear / From the outside in Wear and tear your teeth My skin is only so thin

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* SHE IMMEDIATELY FELT THE SHIFT in the singer’s posture, and was just as quick to release the singer from her desperate hold. Jinri was far too used to rejection to even question those who shied away from her. Even the tiniest negative gesture relayed the message enough: let go Jinri, and stay that way. Perhaps the actress was overreacting slightly when regret engulfs her every thought, a part of her wanting to bolt straight back out into the rain and never look back. She should never had turned up on Lexi’s doorstep in the first place, Jinri considers– she was nothing but a burden.

Only until the other mentions how freezing the actress was did she actually feel the shivers sashaying up her skin. It all happened in stages; her sodden tresses were no longer dripping, but her back had soaked up all the rain, and her spine eventually retracts in a series of small shudders. It only felt colder when Jinri retreats from Lexi’s hold– and all the warmth it came with. “C-Clothes… r-right…” Albeit hesitant, the ex-idol turns on her heels, absently navigating herself around walls and down short corridors. 

Teeth naturally begun to chatter as the actress strayed further into the residence, easily able to find her way around the dorm after frequent (and spontaneous) visits. Back when the two were much closer than they were now– where camping out at each other’s apartments was the norm, musing about the general dissatisfaction with celebrity life and all the difficulties it came with. Jinri had located the aforementioned blanket on the couch, momentarily ignoring Lexi’s suggestion to change into a warm attire and instead cloaks the cotton around her figure. Once upon a time, the actress would have no trouble raiding the singer’s closets for a variety of items besides clothes, but now Jinri felt too out of place to do so. To turn up out of the blue after so many months, without any form of explanation, depreciated her right of ownership.

The actress patted at her drenched back and damp limbs, turning around to consult Lexi with a wavering glance. “H-Honestly, I’ll be okay with this… I-I only wanted to see you.”

[llexiah-blog]

Just as she appeared she slipped. Typical jinri, once able to captivate a room with her presence she merely slips her existence out of consciousness. She folds herself away. There’s a little pact in the back of lexi’s mind. We’d promised never to fold away, never to bite our tongues and wisp into nothing. But as she stands staring at the now empty doorstep she wonders what all is broken by distance and reality.

She slips like a ghost and with her silhouette casting tricks on her eyes lexi’s almost sure she’s dreaming. She’s either dreaming or dead and if she were in the mood for an existential crisis she might take one now. And a blunt. The fact that she hasn’t moved for a few seconds suggests the latter but she wouldn’t favor smoking in the girl’s company. There was a time when she favored her comfort over everything else but comfort in familiarity and the ghost girl grossing through her apartment only faintly smells of a girl she knew. And city smog.

So she moves. Follows the scent like the animal she claims to be. Door shut and locked as usual she shuts out any predators looking for her mom. She shuts out any needles latching themselves to the girl’s skin. When they’re here in the confines of their home whether it’s lexi’s or jinri’s only one thing is sought and that won’t ever change. Even under the thin covering of the blanket she can see how her friend clings to the fabric, her body swallows it rather than the other way around.

She slips around the trail left by the female, a thin film of energy radiating off her like a heater. She slips into her room for a moment to catch her mind and a pair of pj’s before slinking back out.

She sucks in air around her teeth, sucks it in, shakes her head, trades movements for words until she’s settled beside the other, feet up on the couch and knees against her chest. It takes a few seconds, maybe less than that for all of jinri to melt away the first layer maybe even the second. No doubt Lexi has built them up over time but one glance at that face and they shed off.

Ooh Lexi girl you’re so many things today. A wolf. A snake. Predator…prey?

“Hey now,” even her voice fights it. Between cold, confused, calculating and constricted. “lady of the lake you’re gonna catch a fever.”

Something else bites at her tongue and if she had fangs she’d cut it off. She would but she can’t and as one layer falls so does another. "I missed you too,” it’s still not as smooth as possible. The word that is. So she catches up quickly to even the edges. “But seeing me and getting sick and not being able to see me for a while that’s another matter.”

[fydoubled-blog]

Daire’s teaser is now out! ABC Entertainment has confirmed the teasers to be for a single that will be dropped on JULY 1ST but it will simply be a digital single and no music video will be released for the song. No promotions will be done as well, as stated by the spokesperson of the agency, this is simply a thank you and sorry for the wait gift to all the fans who have been waiting eagerly for the duo’s comeback. He also did not forget to mention that D & D might be working on bigger projects during their long unexpected hiatus and for fans to know that they will definitely have something more concrete before the end of the summer.