* ｉｃｅ / 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹

[oliviersk]

DESPITE THE MONTHS THAT had been spent in kaos, olivier hasn’t bothered to socialize. why would she? the people she held closest to her heart were already here, were already so perfectly within reach. it’s made secret santa shopping a bit of a hassle though, and that she can admit. the name is unfamiliar, almost as much as the face that comes along with it, with only one sliver of knowledge: musician. cash seems too impersonal ( though it doesn’t seem like much of a problem given the fact that there isn’t an existing relationship between them ) and a sweater with the receipt inside isn’t grand enough. despite the fact that it’s merely a secret santa gift, bland and simple aren’t part of olivier’s vocabulary. it’s only a day before they leave for vienna that she finds the perfect gift, with it being shipped to the hotel she stays at instead of her home. very last minute.

red bottoms click against the marble of the floor beneath them, hands gently wrapped around one another behind her back as she approaches him from across the room. “hello. mattie, i assume? if you could follow me — your gift was a bit too large for me to carry over, and i don’t like putting strain on my wrists.” her words are followed by a sugary twist of her lips, her head tilting slightly to the side before she continues with “i hope you understand.” / @ofsunkisses​

[oliviersk]

*/ SIHYUN !!

Sihyun cackles loudly at her words. It’s true, Yohan would’ve likely been the better person to take simply because even though Sihyun has spent his entire life attending events and rubbing elbows with the world’s elite, he likes to act like he’s completely disconnected from that part of his life. He’s tried really hard to forget that past version of himself who would always act prim and proper just to save face.

“He would’ve been much less annoying, that’s for sure.” He drops the magazine down on the table and leans his head back on the chair, as much as the curlers in his hair allow. “I always keep you entertained, though, no?” He replies back in his native tongue. When she speaks again Sihyun turns his head to look at her. “You know how I feel about France. The only saving grace is that you’re there with me.” 

SLOWLY, HANDS MOVE TO lift the magazine up towards her line of sight, her head tilting just slightly. perhaps it had been selfish of her to force sihyun along onto a charade she knew both of them were stuck in ... but he was her lifeboat in a sea of empty smiles and champagne. the nights were always more tolerable with her boys within her grasp, and who was to say that olivier had ever been selfless?

“아직도 ... ” she’s sighing, having returned to flipping past the pages in her magazine, not wanting the thought of one of her best friends hating where she grew up to settle into her mind. “it doesn’t matter anyhow — i no longer have a reason to return home anymore. so i guess you’ll be stuck with me indefinitely. how fun.”

[oliviersk]

*/ EDEN !!

        * ╰         EDEN ISN’T, NOR HAS HE EVER BEEN A CREATURE OF PRIDE, so it isn’t his ego that is wounded by the words that fall from olivier’s lips. nevertheless, eden frowns —— answering olivier’s question with one of his own. “ 오빠가 그렇게 싫어 ? —— 아, 마음이 아파. ” playfully petulant, as if he were actually hurt, eden unlinks his arm from where it had been wrapped in olivier’s. then again, maybe eden was a little hurt. it dawns on eden that maybe what wanted wasn’t for olivier to call him 오빠—— maybe what he wanted was the meaning that came with the word. i’ll protect you, i’ll keep you safe, you can depend on me. 

          “ we can throw you a party —— a winter ball ; a soirèe. ” within the makings of a mere second, eden seems to have swept his ‘오빠’-stemmed wounds aside, more concerned with soothing olivier’s winter-fashion woes ; foreignly lavish words and concepts like throwing a ball or a holding a soirée leaving his lips due to the sheer strength of his resolve. “ come over to august’s —— we’ll turn his air conditioner way up. make it positively freezing —— so cold that you need a mink coat, and any and every other winter fashion piece your heart desires. ” 

A SOFT POUT FALLS ONTO her lips as eden has his arm withdrawn from her grasp, the same one she equipped when sihyun was being difficult ( difficult, as in not falling in line with each and every one of her whims and desires ). “a winter ball, just for me?” glancing up at eden through thick lashes, she can’t help but allow a genuine curve of her lips to sit upon her features, amused at the thought, though it doesn’t last for long.

august. her nose scrunches up in the makings of a look of distaste, red-stained lips ( estée lauder’s vengeful red to be exact ) pursing for just a fraction of a second before old habits force her to loosen them. we don’t want wrinkles too early, now do we? “august ... ” she trails off, the click of her heels doing work for her by filling the silence. “i still can’t believe you’re acquainted with someone so ... ” abrasive? off-putting? brutish? when no gentler words come to mind, she pushes the comment aside with a sugary smile, reintroducing her grip along his arm as they make it out of the store, with her now all but dragging him across the plaza. “빨리와봐. 저번주에 내가 진짜 예쁜 티 하나 봤는데 네 한테 어울릴거갔해. 시현이도 뭐 사주자,” she adds, awaiting the man by the door to pull the glass doors open before stepping inside. “have you seen his wardrobe as of late? i do not approve.”

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[tordenvejr]

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

[oliviersk]

*/ florian

the summer is long gone and florian has learned to make peace with the changing of the seasons, with his paused life, with his quiet life in the island. he still misses paris, of course he does. but there’s no point in lamenting. the people he loves are here, beau, vera, arlo, and that’s more than enough to make a home. he thinks as much as he walks the tiny, cobbled streets, the light making everything feels like a dream.

till there’s a voice calling his name. a voice that pulls him out of his dream and brings him back through time. to classrooms in le sorbonne and study sessions in the university’s garden. when his eyes fall on her, his heart stops for a second. he was sure he would never see olivier again. it almost feels like his mind is playing tricks on him.

to say it takes him by surprise is an understatement, to the point that all he manages to say is a little “hello” as his eyes stay on olivier, studying her.

IT’S INFURIATING HOW ONE chance encounter can leave her feeling so exposed. the move to kaos had been to remove a part of her life she no longer had room for, not to bring up past memories she didn’t wish to handle. years of public speaking lessons are no use as words run dry, and all her body allows her to do is part her lips.

though it takes a minute to regain her composure, it helps immensely that she doesn’t seem to be the only one at a loss for words. her throat clears, perfectly shaped nails digging into her clutch, no matter how hard she tries to loosen them, and a step closer is taken, a step that feels like she’s stepping into a past she doesn’t wish to revisit. though, it’s a bold faced lie if she doesn’t allow herself to admit that she had truly missed him. “how ... how have you been? it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

[oliviersk]

*/ sihyun

Sihyun sits on a chair in the salon, flipping through a magazine with curlers in his hair. He had asked one of the ladies if she would be so kind as to place the smaller ones in his hair because he thought curly hair was a great look on him if he said so himself. But right now he just thinks he looks like a grandma. Still, looking at himself in the mirror and making weird faces is an interesting way to pass the time while Olivier dyes her hair. “You had an amazing weekend. I had too many drinks and blacked out halfway through so I only remember half of it.” 

Sihyun scoffs when she mentions their best friend. “Oh Vi, please. You and I both know you did ask him and he just couldn’t make it. Curse him and his busy schedule. I had to suffer so much,” he leans his head back dramatically, a long sigh escaping him. “And that’s because I bring the party. I’m the best thing in any room I walk into. So you should be the one that’s grateful for having a friend such as me.” 

ONE OF THE MANY DISADVANTAGES that came with years of knowing sihyun meant that endless moments of vulnerability and weakness were shared, and every tick or quirk was known to him. it’s not a surprise, then, that he moves past her lie with such ease, a frown settling itself onto her features as he continued to speak.

“well then, i wish yohan had come with me instead of you. ugh, 맨날 할 말이 있어.” the purse of her lips quickly fades, the magazine in her hand placed down on her lap rather abruptly before her head fully turned towards the other in the exact same, swift manner. “are your trips to france with me really that dreadful?”

[oliviersk]

*/ eden

        * ╰         EDEN THOUGHT IT DIFFICULT ; being tasked with the duty of telling olivier that she ought not to buy something, anything, when really, he thought she deserved the entire world and all its treasures. eden himself had never really wanted for material things ; he was more preoccupied with how to attain the intangible things in life —— things like love, things like peace —— but when it came to olivier he wanted to fill the world with tokens of affection for her. he wanted to get olivier a bag in her favourite colour, a dress cut out of her favourite material ; press a kiss to her forehead and cheek every time he greeted her, and be her shoulder to lean on when the world got too much. that’s what loving someone was, eden supposed. 

          “ you want this coat ? ” eden asks, watching as olivier’s dainty fingers bloom across the soft mink —— and he’s ready to purchase it for her despite the considerable dent it will leave in his account —— ready to purchase it for her despite his own preferences against mink. “ 오빠가 사줄게. ” 

SHE THINKS HE’S MAGNIFICENT, and it’s no well-kept secret. the flow of his fingers, the careful details on his features, and the melody of his voice ( with the soft inflections he places upon certain words ) come together to combine the man she knows and loves as eden lovegrove. were her love conditional, however, it would have been quickly plucked from eden’s grasp at his next words.

“아 뭐야 ... “ if olivier had ever let a whine slip past perfectly tinted lips, this was a moment she had come dangerously close. “누가 오빠라고 자꾸 ‘오빠 오빠’ 하니?” hues flicker up towards the male, brows questioningly furrowing together as if to demand an answer. “no, these shoes and the hermes will be just fine. i don’t have anywhere to wear such a piece, anyway. i don’t think i’ll ever return to paris ... i feel i’m settling into kaos quite nicely, anyhow.” a hum accompanies the sounds of her heels clicking against tile before another winter piece catches her eye. “though i do wish the weather wasn’t so constant. what’s the point of selling such clothing if no one around here can wear it anyway?”

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[oliviersk]

THE THREE MONTHS that she had spent in kaos had not been enough to call the island her home. then again, she doesn’t remember the last time she truly felt at peace anywhere. she had always found her home in others, in eden, in sihyun, in yohan, in her first love, and for a short period of time, in florian. it’s the same florian that now comes into her line of sight, the street between them almost empty due to the hour. the streetlights above them cast a celestial light onto them, as if she’s recalling someone from memory, as if he’s not truly there.

suddenly, olivier is eighteen again, still coming to grips with the limited freedom she had been granted with the new journey into adulthood, still navigating her way through her first official relationship, still just a child at heart. “florian,” she breathes out, his name tasting bittersweet as it leaves her tongue.

@floagreste​

[heavenburdened]

* ╰  𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑵 & 𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 : 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 ! ( @ofmannequins )

          * ╰  THEY WERE, NEITHER OF THEM, what society wanted them to be. therapy freaks ; the girl who wanted to die ; the boy who wanted to disappear —— but they found sanctuaries in one another. high up on a rooftop ; so close to the sky they could almost touch it, the boy says to the girl —— 

          “ you are loved, my darling. you are so very loved —— i just wanted to tell you this, and that i am so glad that you are here with me. ”

[floagreste]

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒; florian & olivier ; ( @ofmannequins )

❝   i asked: what is THIS between us?      he answered:  N O T H I N G .      he grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me hard.      he was right.      there was NOTHING between us–      nothing between our lips–      not even  A I R . ❞

[eleutherixs]

@ofmannequins said ☏▲ for olivier 

[voicemail from Sihyun] “Hey Vi, I’ve called you like ten times now where the hell is your phone? I was calling to say I probably won’t be home tonight so don’t wait up for me and also make sure to close my bedroom door if I forgot to, so Pria doesn’t go in there and annihilate all my shirts but now I’m kinda worried. Call me back, okay? Love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

[oliviersk]

*/ ARLO

     IT’S REALLY NO surprise that arlo’s either somewhat inebriated or high, and it’s no surprise that the boy has found himself wandering near the ocean. he actually quite likes this little bridge area and has once or twice made an attempt at sketching it, though both times have ended in the drawings being scrapped due to his own criticism. people, he’d tell himself. stick to drawing people. but it doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the very essence of this quaint area of kaos— where things can feel a bit overwhelming, a bit over-the-top due to the amount of tourist traffic the island gets, it’s nice to have breaks like this. and arlo’s entirely not in his head; he’s elsewhere yet at the same time, oh so present. especially when a girl, dream-like and beautifully dressed in a white lace gown, approaches him. well, not necessarily him but his general vicinity.

“isn’t there a quote about the ocean and the shore?” arlo chimes in, completely unprovoked yet completely in-tune with his usual self. “something about…” he crosses his arms and leans forward on the railing of the bridge. “something about how the ocean loved the shore so much, how they craved each other’s touch…” he’s rubbing the fabric of his shirt sleeve between his index and thumb as he speaks, as if it’s helping him think. “and even though the moon and the tide brought them away, they always would find each other again. it’s madly romantic, if you ask me. isn’t that a quote from something?” he shrugs.

“or maybe i just made that up. and if i did… i’ll make prints of it, sell them online, and make a living off of selling cheesy wedding decor items.”

THE BREEZE THAT BRUSHES against the surface of the water is tempting, as if calling her to dip her toes into the unknown. forearms come to rest against chilled metal as she peers down into its endless depth, wondering of how if she moved into it whether there’d be a sound, a ripple, a trace of her ... or if it would swallow her and her whole being in one swift motion, never to be heard from again as she makes her home in its chaos.

it takes one question to rescue her from the grips of the unknown, hues turning from the crashing waters below to the stranger she had chose to ignore until now. “quite romantic indeed,” she muses, a hand coming up to allow her cheek a place for rest. 

there’s a piece of her she has left behind tonight, one she felt lighter without. the thought that maybe she’d stepped too far into fantasy to leave unscathed lingers in her mind as his words keep her tethered to what they both know as reality, a job that had been placed into the hands of those she kept close to her heart, but one that an unknown face proved to handle well all the same. “perhaps you’re much more well read than i am. i don’t think i recall ever reading such a line. i do have some favorite poems about the sea, but i’m no performer. not of literature, in any case.”

[oliviersk]

THE DOMINANT ARM wraps around the length of eden’s, pulling him close as to press the whole of her torso onto it. it had become a habit with all the men in her life, whether they be sihyun kept close for the purpose of keeping a watchful eye on him, or eden as to keep herself warm in the much too chilly air of the department store they found themselves currently in. 

for the majority of her life until recently, there hadn’t been a need to keep a close eye on spending habits. shopping sprees were the only rewards presented to her by her grandmother, and to spite her, olivier had spent the last decade or so plucking up items people only bought to flaunt their wealth. her antics had never had the results she desired, however, as it was much too difficult for one person to place even a dent in the kang’s fortune.

she found herself in a completely different realm now, so much so that she felt uncomfortable peering at price tags, despite knowing she had more than enough to buy multitudes of the same bag. “stop me if i reach over for something after having bought the dress,” she reminds him, slender fingers ghosting over the mink on the rack nearest to her. “sometimes i really do miss cold weather, despite the cramps i get on my ankles. winter apparel really is something else.”

 @heavenburdened​

[oliviersk]

THE AMMONIA IN THE hair dye that sat soaking in her hair was a scent she had become accustomed to throughout the years she spent insisting her naturally brown hair be dyed black. it had been the one constant that she had controlled throughout her life, the black starkly contrasting her pale, porcelain skin. her grandmother had always commented the differentce had been too startling for the eyes, but it was that exact nature that had made it so attractive for olivier. 

“but we had an amazing weekend, did we not?” she asks the one she had dragged along for her hair appointment, brows raised as if to challenge him to disagree. “you should be grateful i invited you instead of yohan,” she comments, purposefully leaving out the fact that she had indeed asked yohan first, but due to a conflicting schedules, had to look to another to come as her plus one. “yohan certainly would not have complained. there is always some sort of complaint out of you, and then you end up having much more fun than expected.”

@eleutherixs​

[oliviersk]

most attractive people on the island?

“EDEN.” the certainty lays in the swiftness of her response and the tone that had not only portrayed confidence in her answer, but her fondness of the boy. “don’t you think he’s absolutely marvelous? there is not one inch of imperfection on him. my pretty boy,” she repeats with affection, a soft smile falling onto her lips. “i suppose sihyun as well.” it’s portrayed as an afterthought, though eden himself had spent time listening to her ramblings about her best friend wasting such good looks on frivolous, drunken encounters.

@heavenburdened / @eleutherixs