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msuatlas:

( ... )

atlas doesn’t smile back. in lieu, he squints his eyes at her in a nefarious, haughty way with a hint of threat, which happens to be his favorite expression whenever he wants to scare people off. he’s doing it to the poor blonde right now when his face gives off an obvious homicidal vibe. like he’s scolding at her. like he’s indicating that he thinks she’s a creepy and if that smiles lasts a second longer, he’s heading over to burn her books ( atlas just simply wants to tease her, sort of ). it doesn’t have to be a glare for the senior to send chills down someone’s spine, sometimes just an unwavering, soulless gaze into their soul. he knows he’s good at making intimidating faces.

HIS RESPONSE TO HER hurried smile is not what she had expected. yes, miyu has witnessed the ghoulish library assistant staring daggers at students before. but she was fortunate enough to say that she was never at the receiving end of such a menacing gaze. until now, that is. instead of returning the small gesture of politeness with either a nod of acknowledgement or ignoring her all together and going back to his tasks ( which she would have preferred if she is being honest ) her blood runs cold as his features stiffen into what she can only describe as dangerous, an expression that forces her muscles to tense and stomach to drop. it definitely wasn’t a friendly look, yeah, that guy does NOT want to be her friend he’s made that very clear. now how was she supposed to fluidly transition out of his situation without making herself look even more like boo-boo the fool ? was she supposed to say something ? apologize for staring ? for smiling ? wait hold on, NO, she shouldn’t have to apologize for smiling ! she was just trying to be nice and look where that’s ended up. she always knew that smiling at strangers was an overrated human act of kindness, obviously it wasn’t appreciated by all. oh wait, he’s still staring like a demon from hell. miyu doesn’t want to talk to him, not now and maybe not even ever, terrified that if she even tries opening her mouth to speak that he would snap at her. so what else can she do ? it seems miyu is not only terrible at handling awkward moments, but she is also not very good at escaping them. her smiles drops slowly, as if the bright detail to her previous timid expression just melts off leaving behind a almost disgruntled countenance. her confusion is written in her wide eyes, brows quirking up at the ends and nose flaring. and the icing on top to her very grand gesture, is slowly, extremely turtle like does she start to turn her body away from the male. then her eyes break their locked contact finally, and she’s unsure if she is imagining the feeling that follows but it was almost as if those black icy hues were still drilling holes in the back of her head. and she knew that she just needed to get back to her seat before she embarrassed herself more. it’s then that her feet pads against the floor in a speedy fashion, balled up fists pumping at her sides as she marches away from the other. even at her table she doesn’t necessarily feel at ease, her mind replaying the occurrence over and over as she sunk down into her chair groaning internally as she lightly placed her head to the table top. lids fluttering closed as she contemplates if she should just find a new study session spot, but even just that thought causes a miniscule pout to form because everywhere else was just so loud. she knows she couldn’t ever get as much done anywhere else. did that mean she would just have to suck it up ? who does that guy think he is anyways ? that has miyu’s head shooting up, a slight red patch of skin glows smackdab in the center of her forehead from how long she’d been dealing with her conflicted brain silently by herself. a flash of irritation flickers in chestnut iris’ as a huff comes from her, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as she thinks it over AGAIN. the audacity of that dude, she bets he probably does that to all of the freshmen, trying to scare them off with his ‘ i’m so dark and mysterious ‘ vibe he knows he portrays well. he’s probably extremely self aware of what effects he has on other people, which just has miyu fuming in her spot that much more now. when does she ever let anyone, let alone a creature of the male species, discourage her ? does this mean war ?

#* // THREAD : PLAYING GAMES.#* // JEONG ATLAS.#/ i love how the inner workings of miyu's mind just jumped out in this LMAOOO #/ AND YES I DID IMAGINE THE MEME THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE WRITING THIS JKHLKJHDKS

quiet-nymph

Kiftsgate Court Gardens

#* // LIKES.#* // QUEUE.

you love lumi more than you love anyone , yes or yes?

HONESTY HOUR | MSUTAEYEON.

A RATHER UNLADYLIKE SNORT sounds from the young witch, an amused grin set in place as she taps her finger to her chin as if to think over the question. lumi was a beast, despite being a tame housecat, miyu isn’t fully convinced that the whiskered feline was all good or all bad. however one thing is for sure, miyu doesn’t exactly mind the furball’s company as much as she used to. does that mean she would admit defeat to taeyeon, though ? the answer comes in a wrinkled nose of faux disgust, but there is no hiding the glimmer in miyu’s gaze as she shrugged nonchalantly. “ taeyeon, love, i can name a few people i love quite a bit more than good ol’ lumi. “ her charade of indifference falters as she giggles, leaning closer as if to give taeyeon a sincere secret. “ lumi is in the top five of my most loved things, but if you tell anyone ... “ then the freshmen is shifting back again, but now there’s a serious expression as she point a small index finger at the other, then slices the same digit across her own neck to signify taeyeon’s impending “doom” if she betrayed miyu’s trust. what a dramatic thing she is.

#msutaeyeon #* // SHIN TAEYEON #* // ANSWER.#* // EVENT : NUMBER TWO.#// thank you very much for sending!!#// THE WAY I CACKLED when i saw this in my inbox!!#// i love you for making miyu face reality.. she loves lumi #// HSKJHKHKJD

what's the one thing you hate about yourself the most?

HONESTY HOUR | MSUATLAS

THERE'S THAT SMALL URGE to respond in the best way she knows how when confronted with such serious, thought provoking inquiries. SARCASM. a snarky retort lies just on the tip of her tongue begging to tumble from parted petals, but she swallows it down. there's another part of her that wants to bite back with a question of her own just one thing ? because as much as she tries to portray herself as a confident, self appreciating young woman like her mother taught her to be, she was only human. there were many things she wants to change, things she cringes at when she picks herself a part when that little voice in the back of her head becomes too loud. yet to spare the other she says the first thing that comes to mind, " i hate that i'm not brave. " to many that may seem like a simple statement, people could even relate perhaps, but for miyu it was a broad spectrum of what those words held. it wasn't simple. the women that surrounded miyu as she recuperated from her stepfather's abuse all openly called the little witch courageous, that she had a heart as brave as a lioness’ and she always wondered how to see what they seemingly saw of her. why couldn't she feel as powerful as they all praised her for being ? why did she always feel so small ? so afraid... mahogany hues lower silently, lips pursing in an attempt to shush her self conscious thoughts. to bury them back deep down in the dark corners of her mind, she would have to deal with those another day. not right now. " --- yeah, i'm not as tough as i seem, i guess. "

#msuatlas #* // JEONG ATLAS.#* // ANSWER.#* // EVENT : NUMBER TWO.#/ thank you for sending!!#/ miyu said 'wow ouchie'#/ but i loved this question uwu

MOKSEONG MAUSOLEUM || MSU EVENT#2

Na Miyu as . . . Ringmaster of the Night Circus. " Come, one and all, see all manner of curious creatures and furious freaks ! --- Step right up, ladies and gentleman, but not for the children, for what writhes and undulates beyond these curtains is NOT for the faint of heart ! “

#msu:mausoleum #* // HALLOWEEN '20 / MAUSOLEUM #// i tried.. my best heh

will you ever tell me what happened that made you leave in a blink of an eye?

HONESTY HOUR | Accepting !!

SHE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THAT, and deep down, she sort of did. a smile curved just slightly on the freshmen’s lips, it was a sad one, barely there but it was still detectable. miyu must have gotten that habit from haeun, smiling even though with that very question it brought back memories that she wished to never relive again. it hurt. “ i certainly will, “ the answer while muttered softly, still held truth, it’s genuine. “ i’ll tell you everything in due time. i promise --- i promise promise. “ miyu always believed the strength in words said aloud, especially when you’re brave enough to say them twice. “ you deserve to know. “

#msuxhaeun #* // ANSWER.#// thank you very much for sending!!#// bro this HURTS

bscenez

princess go won 🌼

#* // VISAGE.#/ this makes me :(((( look at her uwu

msuevents

— MOKSEONG UNIVERSITY OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY meme #2: honesty hour

ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty!

as has been requested by some of you, we are now posting an honesty hour meme for everyone to participate in. any question can be asked, and your muse has to answer with complete honesty. keep in mind that the answers to the questions will not be public knowledge! to participate in the meme, simply reblog this post, and try to send out some questions to others who have reblogged it as well! this meme can be reblogged for an entire week, until october 17th.

#* // EVENT : NUMBER TWO.#// finally gonna be on laptop tonight and tomorrow so!! let's do this!!#// come at this goblin with all you got c;#// gonna be sending more q's to people too!!

☽ — cauldron bubble, toil & trouble

POTIONS : a class that’s always been her number one favorite. even before she had been accepted into hogwarts, before she flew across the world to attend mokseong. potion making has been near and dear to her heart ever since she was a little girl. miyu still remembers being stood atop of a short little wooden stool so that she could easily watch her mother’s busy hands pour ingredients, one after another, into the trusty and rusty kitchen cauldron that was always situated on the kitchen counter in their country home on the outskirts of london. she remembers the giddiness she always felt when magic that dusted the air kissed her skin, almost like electric tingles but far more familiar, like the magic that ran through her blood was coming to life along with the potions that bubbled bright colors within the basin of the cauldron. they were fond memories, reasons why she loved this specific form of magic. coming to mokseong however has given her a new reason why the potions class is an ultimate favorite for the blonde haired girl, and it was walking through the entrance to the classroom right now. miyu sat up straighter upon seeing the other venture towards their shared table, a devious little twinkle in her eye as she curtly nodded her head to miss malia, her assigned potions partner, as a sign of greeting. now miyu doesn’t want to admit that she fully likes the girl, she would rather bite a chunk out of her broomstick splinters and all, than deliver that information to anybody. but as she has come to realize their quarrels are rather entertaining to the freshmen, so much so that she’s come to look forward to them everyday they share this class. malia and miyu met because of their mutual friend, haeun. one of the most sweetest girls ever but she was definitely a bit blindsided to the tension that sparked day one of the two meeting. miyu felt it the second haeun had introduced her as her best friend, could see it in malia’s eyes as they narrowed a bit when haeun wasn’t looking but returned to being big and bright as soon as the hwaesong girl shifted her sights back to her with a huge grin. she’d been so excited for her group of friends to become close too, yet she may have been a bit too naive with those hopes because the very first day of class with malia was tense. that’s the only way to describe it. conversations between lessons seemed forced, the questions directed at miyu would have been deemed polite if not for the undertone of suspicions that coated the other’s tongue as she spewed the inquiries at her. yes, malia had been very kind for the most part. miyu wasn’t blind though. a stranger just showing up out of nowhere one day claiming to be haeun’s best friend, a popular social girl who has many best friends miyu has come to realize which she is fine with. but of course, in today’s reality haeun’s friends do not have to be fine with her. she guesses she would just have to accept that, and she has, in her own way. miyu’s newfound hobby is getting on malia’s nerves with playful pokes and jabs, sarcastic words and sassy retorts some days then childish antics and competitive tendencies the next. oh and that had to be the best part, miyu thinks, competing with malia who is a fair challenge. they were both intelligent in their owns ways, incredibly ambitious in their school work too, which made for an interesting game of who’s better than who ? “ --- today’s the big project, M, i hope you studied well last night. it’s a huge chunk of our grade, if you remember. “ edges of pink petals lift just slightly in a secretive smile, eyes floating over to look at the side of malia’s face as she chides. “ i’m sure you can handle mixing a couple of ingredients together, right ? “ miyu is well aware of the other’s capabilities when it comes to academics, she knows she’s gifted in her own ways. miyu can just be a bit of an instigator at times, she means well though. call it a sort of bonding method for the young witch, especially when malia feeds right back into it. CLOSED STARTER FOR : @msumalia

#* // KANG MALIA #* // THREAD : CAULDRON BUBBLE TOIL & TROUBLE #// i hope this was okay and i'm sorry you had to wait on me for so long!!#// also don't feel like you have to match the length bc this was a bunch of BRAIN DUMP UGH #// but i'm so excited uwu

msuyeonghui:

@msumiyu

she draws the string from her bow. her grip tight, yet controlled. once her eyes are on the target, everything else becomes a blur. yeonghui waits as the breeze brushes against her skin. when the wind stops, she releases her arrow. the piercing arrow shoots, splitting a falling leaf in half.

“bull’s eye,” yeonghui remarked at her own shot. miyu and yeonghui had exchanged over 5 rounds with each of them tie head-to-head 5 points each.

“i’m glad you are not holding yourself back today,” she complimented. usually, it would take over half an hour for both of them to reach up to 10 shots total. however, today was different story. miyu, her hoobae, seemed more focused and serious in her practice, which resulted for both of them to have 10 shots within a span of less than 15 minutes. 10 shots that were consecutive without a second to spare.

“i’ll step up my game then,” she said.

however, the momentum did not last long. behind yeonghui were students who were passing by. from a third party point of view, these students seemed harmless. each of them just focused on each other and having their idle talks. but once in a few minutes, yeonghui would hear her name being mentioned. the sound of her name said in a manner that felt displeasing and almost discouraging. it was a scene she had to face on a daily basis. false rumors from those who did not know her. being prefect was not all joy and jolly.

“oh,” yeonghui reacted. she had missed the target by two lines. she turned to miyu and forced on a smile, “congratulations, i guess it is your win today.”

STERN EXPRESSION OF FOCUS stayed present upon the witch’s countenance for majority of practice, her seriousness only faltering once in a while with some good shots. this would bring a twitch of a prideful smirk at the corner of tinted lips before she forced it to morph back to its previous state. miyu never wanted to get too cocky, knowing in the art of archery becoming arrogant most of the time only leads to becoming overzealous. which meant missing the target when one hundred percent of her concentration wavered even just slightly. despite being forced ( more or less ) into such a sport when she was really young, and at the beginning she was so insistent to her mother that she would hate it, miyu had grown to love it. the art taught her patience, she’s learnt to wait until the very best opportunities to shoot the arrow right through the target. it was incredible how much her balance and coordination had improved almost drastically after beginning archery as well. of course miyu cannot forget that archery brings like minded people together, it’s the reason she met yeonghui at the beginning of the school semester. on the first day of practice, miyu knew she could learn a lot from the older, so after gathering enough courage to ask if they could practice together it the start of a wonderful friendship. and just as miyu figured, after befriending the talented young woman her skills had improved immensely. the other was very kind in teaching her, giving her tips that she wasn’t already aware of and returning the favor lending any knowledge miyu had learned in england. it was a mutually beneficial relationship, and above all, yeonghui is genuinely a joy to be around. their conversations always were one of miyu’s favorite parts of practice, and she could feel they were getting closer which the younger was very grateful for. she could definitely say that she considered the other a friend. which also meant when things bother yeonghui, miyu is becoming a rather professional deciphering any changes in her face if something’s wrong. as yeonghui readied herself for her next shot, miyu’s gaze flickered over to the passing students, noting the way they each gave yeonghui scornful side eyes for whatever reason. but either way, miyu felt the beginning signs of annoyance start to bubble deep inside her gut, brows pulling together when she thought she heard her friend’s name fluttering between them in hushed whispers and hisses. yeonghui’s arrow piercing through the air with a high pitched whistle is what yanks miyu’s attention back to the target, and she catches the moment it misses the bullseye which pulls down her lips into a soft frown. the words of congrats were acknowledged with a short nod, arms coming to cross over miyu’s chest loosely as she quirked a questioning brow. “ --- i really thought you were going to win today. what happened ? i doubt it was just a random bout of luck. “ her words are coated in a gentle tone, and she then crosses the short distance to stand at yeonghui’s side as her features softened a bit. “ you okay ? “

#* // THREAD : ARCHERY #* // RYU YEONGHUI #// thank you for the starter uwu and i'm sorry it's taken me a long time to reply ://#// i hope this was okay!!

msualec:

▷ shake it off / miyu

1:1 with @msumiyu prompt #27 - troubled

surprising everyone that would spend their free time working on their dancing routines, alec wasn’t very interested in dancing that day. normally, whenever he went through a rough time with his parents - well, his dad - he would vent off all his frustration on the dance floor, only stopping when he sweated all those dark thoughts away.

however today was different. today he wasn’t frustrated, today he was just bitter, bitter at the words he heard, bitter at his lack of response but above all bitter because he couldn’t see a happy ending for him in the near future.

so he would just sit on the floor, in the back of the room, watching everyone dancing, trying to follow the routine he previously established as a goal for them, even if they were practicing for fun. as co-president of the club he didn’t allow his club mates to slack so when his attention was caught by one of the students, miyu, he frowned, spending more time on her.

she seemed troubled for some reason and it showed on her routine, so alec finally called his resting moment to an end, as he approached the girl, standing right beside her. “you are a good dancer, why can’t you keep focused today?”

DANCE IS SOMETHING MORE of a form of therapy for miyu than it was a competitive sport. she could have a rough day and all she would have to do is come to the mirrored studio, learn and knockout a choreography, and feel one thousand times better. it was a release as well as a gateway out of her own rampant thoughts when they go awry. dancing forces her mind to stay on a one track course, focusing on one move after another, paying attention to execution and her form rather than the piling list of things she should be worrying about that day. so imagine her frustration when one of her favorite things wasn’t enough this time. days leading to today’s club meeting a recurring nightmare has been plaguing miyu’s nights, thrusting her awake in panic, terrifying her so much so that she makes no move to try and get back to sleep. no matter how early the time was, no matter if she hadn’t even slept more than a couple of hours, miyu would always crawl out of bed and sneak into the kitchens for some black coffee to try and somehow combat the exhaustion that was only getting worse. her lack of sleep was becoming visible to not only herself, but her fellow club members as well. shame filled miyu anytime her stance was wobbly, when she couldn’t follow a simple eight count step. small hands curl up into fists when the co-president made it known that he was well aware of her terrible execution of today’s moves, lips pursing into a straight line as she glares down at the floor. unable to make eye contact with her tired reflection or her classmate that has shown nothing but patience and support to miyu. it’s like a punch to her gut at his compliment, followed by the very question that she doesn’t want to give an answer to. there’s no way she could explain away her horrid dancing by giving the excuse oh, i’ve been having nightmares. hell no. this was her problem not anyone else’s, and she is going to fix it on her own. she just needed sleep. “ i’m sorry, “ came miyu’s whispered response. still her eyes were downcast to avoid alec’s, scared that if she looked into his caring gaze that he would see there was something beneath the surface of her apology. shame. uncertainty. guilt. fear. “ i’m sorry. i’ll do better... “ then she releases a slow breath, trying to regulate her heart rate. why did it feel like it was getting faster ? “ can’t we just keep going ? i want to dance.. “

#* // THREAD : SHAKE IT OFF.#* // LEE ALEC.#/ thank you so much for this!!

☽ — playing games.

THERE ARE SEVERAL THINGS that come with being an overachieving student. but one thing that many students would probably agree with, is that you eat, sleep, and breathe studying and cramming as much information into your brain as you can. forcing yourself to comprehend subjects and statistics. until you nearly feel like if you read one more essay on goblin rebellions it’s going to push you one step closer to dropping everything to disappear and become a dragon tamer in a far away circus. but then you wake up the next morning and drive yourself crazy repeating the same routine all over again. which is precisely what the young witch miyu was doing right now, weaving in and out of hoards of students who were all going in the opposite direction towards the dorms since it was the end of the school day. it was time to wind down, drink a warm tea by the fire. however miyu was heading for the one place she knows would be mostly empty at this time, the library. she entered through the doors quietly, blonde tresses a bit frazzled from miyu running her fingers through it throughout the day’s classes, yet her pink ribbon was still in a pristine perfectly secured bow sat atop of her head. as she quickly ventured passed the front desk, her robe lightly billowing behind her with her fast pace, she could vaguely make out a dark figure in the right of her peripheral. miyu didn’t pay the individual much attention, only concerned with making sure she got her normal spot at the table set up in the back in a secluded corner, it was her favorite only because it had the comfiest chair. she knows it’s the coziest, she’s sat in all of them just to make sure. after setting down her supplies and notes, she reaches into her pocket for the small slip of paper where she had previously wrote down all the book titles she would be needing for research on one of her many assignments that would be due in a couple of weeks. miyu is aware that she has plenty of time to get the homework done, but she felt better getting a head start rather than possibly forgetting about it and doing it all the night before. there’s more movement in the room and this time miyu’s eyes dart up just in time to see the library’s assistant placing a couple of books on a nearby bookshelf just adjacent to her table. jeong atlas. a perfect personification of a mysterious character that miyu would have read about in one of the many books she’s read in her lifetime. upon first glance he’s brooding, even a little scary ( she wouldn’t admit out loud that she’s a bit frightened of him because na miyu isn’t afraid of boys ). she hasn’t exactly said a word to him, only just barely uttered a couple things here and there. but from what she’s gathered from eavesdropping on ogling girls with drool hanging off their chin he’s a well sought after handsome guy with a reputation. which just makes miyu want to keep her distance even more, even though that’s not very characteristic of her, especially if there is someone who frequents a place miyu is fond of sooner or later she normally reaches out timidly. atlas had a vibe to him though, one that miyu wasn’t particularly familiar with. so for the most part she’s only given him nods of greeting if their eyes ever met. looks like that was about to change though, because once her mind came out from her deep thoughts and focused she sees atlas was now looking straight at her. miyu had been caught staring which was embarrassing enough, but to make it worse an odd voice in her head told her to smile of all things. at a guy who she has never even seen muster an expression that wasn’t pure neutrality or annoyance directed at loud library visitors. miyu does it without a second thought. and she makes an extra effort to make herself look friendly, and not like a weirdo creep who just stares blatantly at guys like an obsessive teen. cheeks rounding as the edges of tinted lips curved up delicately, it’s a small change of her usual doe-eyed expression and soft. god, she hopes he doesn’t think she’s weird. please don’t think she’s weird. CLOSED STARTER FOR : @msuatlas

#* // JEONG ATLAS.#* // THREAD : PLAYING GAMES.#/ i wasn't too sure what to title it but i hope this was okay!!

msuxhaeun·:

( ✂ )

it almost felt like there was nothing life could throw at her to surprise her. perhaps the universe took that as a challenge for even thinking such a thing.

she was laughing at a funny video on buzzard that someone had rebuzzed onto her timeline. it had been nothing more than a reupload of a viral chroniker. since haeun didn’t have the chroniker app it was her first time seeing it. it made her laugh a little too loudly. immediately the young girl straightened, glancing to see if anyone had noticed her being embarrassingly loud. just as it seemed she was in the clear someone had reached out to tap her.

haeun turns, eyes wide and face flushed with embarrassment ready to explain away her dorkiness but she pauses. the explanation dies in her throat and her eyes seem to refocus on the girl in front of her. everything about her was so glaringly familiar. it took nothing but a split second for recognition to cross haeun’s face. it seemed as though all of those emotions from long ago hit her like a tidal wave. immediately haeun’s eyes fill with tears.

“HYEJINNIE!” the hwaseong freshman practically yelled, launching herself into the other girl’s arms. it had been so long that they had actively seen each other. haeun felt like her entire body was weightless. it was similar to the feeling she got right before she realised she was lucid dreaming. was this a dream? had she started missing hyejin that much? but the way she was able to tighten her hug around the other and her loud, incomprehensible words that were sobbed out told haeun that this was real. this was very real.

“you came back to me!”

MIYU FIRST FEELS CALMNESS, a wave of relief that haeun’s eyes held nothing but genuine jubilation upon recognizing her, not hostility or bottled up rage that could have been growing over the years. no, what she saw was a reflection of how she herself felt in her heart. emotions that have been put away, tucked into a dark corner were now overflowing, seeping over the edges before she could make any move to try and stifle it. this wasn’t supposed to be a show of waterworks** (** but what else did she expect ? ), and yet crystalline tears began streaking down over the curvature of round cheeks, dripping off the angle of her jaw as she blubbered out a laugh of perplexity. it was haeun, it was HER haeun, miyu could still see remnants of that little girl she had remembered so fondly over these years apart. although the suseong freshmen sees how she’s grown into such a beautiful young lady, just like miyu knew she would.

secondly miyu feels guilt as haeun immediately engulfs petite frame in warm, accepting arms. miyu’s own tighten around the other not even a second later, she’s trying to keep her breathing steady, not wanting to completely have a full on emotional breakdown on her first day at this school in the middle of the courtyard where anyone could see. she didn’t want the reputation of the crybaby so soon, but how was she supposed to keep it together when this has been all she’s wanted for so long and now the day is finally here ?

" of course i did, i promised i would in my letters didn’t i ? “ miyu’s words are hushed, thinking that if she tried speaking louder her voice would crack just as her heart had done. letting the hug last a bit longer before miyu pulls back just enough to lift her gaze to lock with the other’s once again, another bright smile etching into corners of pink lips as she raises a hand to haeun’s cheek to delicately wipe a tear that was about to escape the corner of her eye. “ haeunnie, i missed you. “ the statement is said with so much potency underlining the usual gentleness miyu only reserved for her best friend. she didn’t want to let haeun doubt even for a second that she had forgotten about her, that she didn’t care in these last seven years about her when it was the exact opposite. “ i missed you so much, and i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to come back to you. “

then she leans in for another hug, resting her temple against the side of haeun’s head affectionately, “ i hope you can forgive me. “ it’s honestly surreal how it almost nearly feels like no time has passed since their last embrace, yet it also feels as though they’ve been apart for centuries. miyu cannot wait to write to her mother telling her that she’s found her long lost sister, just knowing that her mother will be just as, if not more, excited for the two of them finally being reunited.

#* // KANG HAEUN.#* // THREAD : TOGETHER AGAIN.

☽ — together again.

OVERSIZED SLEEVES ARE PULLED over tightly closed fists as the young witch marches with purpose in the direction someone’s said to be. miyu has been asking around for information on where she could find a miss kang haeun all morning. truly she’s supposed to be resting, her plane had landed before the sun even peaked its rays over the horizon and after a relaxing three hour train ride she was finally here. and even after so much travel her energy levels were high, nerves dancing in her stomach knowing that her best friend was somewhere within the grounds of the university. she couldn’t just sit around she had to find haeun now. thus why with a promising lead miyu now roamed through the corridors of the castle, expression set into one that visibly showed the anxiety present, she’s thought of this reunion thousands of times but there was always that nagging voice in the dark recesses of miyu’s mind that always warns her that the other might not even want to see her in the first place. she dryly swallows at the thought, or worse what if haeun never received the letters she had sent over the years and doesn’t even remember miyu ?! okay, calm down, everything is going to be fine. just breathe. everything is going to be oka --- steps halt in the middle of a pathway that cuts through the courtyards, the sun beams down heavily in the midafternoon but with the september breeze it felt comforting. it reminded her that she was seeing the real haeun just across from her, that this wasn’t a dream. miyu doesn’t understand how she can tell, all her eyes are able to take in was the back of her head but somehow she just knows. ears pick up on a distinct laugh that cheesily brings tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, the sound was so familiar it warms up her chest, even being so many miles away from england and her mother miyu suddenly feels like she’s returned back to her other home. without wasting any more time her legs finally decide to move again, carrying miyu’s slightly trembling form closer to the other and before she could talk herself out of it a timid hand reaches out to gently tap a shoulder. “ hey, excuse me, “ miyu begins and she’s already smiling so wide it’s nearly painful. lashes flutter, gathering wetness that causes her eyes to twinkle. “ i’m looking for my best friend, have you seen her ? “ CLOSED STARTER FOR : @msuxhaeun

#* // THREAD : TOGETHER AGAIN.#* // KANG HAEUN.#// here we go :')) I'M ALREADY EMOTIONAL SEND HELP

☽ — a small intro

hello everyone !! my name is petal and i’m bringing in my very first muse to mokseong university. she’s a half-blood witch who’s entered the school as a suseong freshmen, her name that she normally goes by is miyu. you can read more about her HERE !! she’s tiny but MIGHTY, at first she may seem quiet or more reserved, but just know once you pull her out of her little hermit crab shell she’s actually crazy :)) but in the best way possible i promise you. if you want to sneak out of the dorms to go get pizza, she’s your girl. if you need someone to come rescue a bug that’s somehow made itself home on your pillow?? CALL MIYU. her best friend is the beautiful haeun, and if you mess with her --- oh sweetie, you gotta big storm cOMING

if you’d like for me to come bother you in your ims for some plotting please give this post a like and i’ll be sure to message everyone tomorrow!! <3 ( or we can exchange discords!! ) there’s going to be some facts down below so you can get to know my wild child a bit more, but if you have read this this far, thank you & i appreciate you very much!!

#* // HEADCANONS.#* // OOC.#msu:intro #// i tried to keep this short and sweet and i still ended up with a novel so i'm sorry :c #// BUT I DO WANT TO WRITE WITH EVERYONE uwu and i'm so excited to meet you all!!

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