clockwork angel.

Look girl, you are a holy ocean into which boys willingly plunge. They are standing on your shore, dying to drown in you. Look girl, we can all tell you hold too many untouched continents to count. We have our flags ready, hoping that you will let one...

[opheiliac-blog]

etoilenes:

          She feels as if she sits in an ocean of colors.             It’s all too bright and she’s really not paying attention. Fashion has never been her forte. Dresses vibrant and expensive over pristine and plush bed covers that belong to her companion, legs folded neatly with a tattered American fashion magazine resting on one thigh as she tries her honest best to give useful advice to the woman she now calls her friend. Her voice is low as she hums a soft tune while bony fingers flip through worn pages.           And she only lifts her head when the younger woman addresses her.

      Taeyeon gestures with her free hand to a pretty number resting next to her legs, a smile on her lips; the color reminds her of dark roses.     ❛ I don’t know, something to match the ‘terribly boring’ occasion? ❜

          █ ▌There's a faint smile inching it's way across Shay's lips, and she doesn't try to stave it away. Not quite yet, anyways.

          Her hand raises to rake through the curls in her hair and her gaze lowers to gloss over the stale pages of the magazine. Her scrutiny breaks in a matter of three seconds, though, and once she's focused on the dress, her features are adorned with a softness that remains a permanence until her slender hand reaches for the garment. A breathy chuckle falls from her lips, the sound lingering in her throat, and she spares her friend a glance.

          She lifts the dress ( one deep red, ornate, & reminiscent of what her mother liked to wear ) with caution, another laugh mingling with the air.

          "If I tried to match the occasion, or at least the amount of exhaustion it brings, I'd end up in pyjamas. Though I suppose that's not entirely a bad thing." 

                                                  Cue the exaggerated eye roll.

          "But this is beautiful. Now, I'll go pay before we start going blind because of how bright it is in here. Care to walk and talk?"

[minuoir-deactivated20150213]

"That shit will give you rashes." Minzy pointed out to the young female holding in her hands a box of soap. At the sight of the distinct brand, brown orbs narrowed in disdain. She’d just gotten rid of her rash about a week ago, and finally switched back to the label she used once before; the rebel had vowed to never try a new soap product ever again. "Don’t judge a box by its cover."

[opheiliac-blog]

          █ ▌To say Shay is surprised would be an understatement. Her fingers are still encompassing the small box, tracing edges and outlining images, but she is no longer willing to let its contents cleanse her frame. She returns it quickly enough, the length of her fingers dusting against one another once her expression melts into that of enmity. It isn't until her fingers have found themselves in her homely pockets that a smile tugs at her lips and her eyes send a glimpse of gratitude.

          "Don't judge a box by its cover -- that's nice. Thank you, though. I don't suppose you know any that won't make me feel like crap?"

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.

André Berthiaume 

[opheiliac-blog]

borascas:

Her breath quickens, gaze averting from the stale pages of her novel to blocked sunshine, the figure of a woman in her sight. It doesn’t take her long to comprehend the situation—this was what she was leisurely standing around for. “They didn’t tell you, miss?” Margo asks genuinely, the hardcover in her hands haphazardly thrown into her bag. “It was rescheduled—the event. Instead of here, they’re hosting it a few blocks from this location.” Her lips curve in a faint smile, looking at the stranger in interest. “I could happily assist you there if you want?”

              █ ▌Shay's fingertips dance across the hem of her shirt, clutching at wisps of fabric that are dangling from her clothes before she detaches them and leaves them unsettled and into the hands of the faint breeze. She blinks, almost surprised, when she hears her answer, tongue grazing over the flesh of her lower lip as her hands then shift to clasp before her. It takes her a moment, but a moment is all she really needs, to remember the forsaken manila envelope resting on her desk, one that probably contained the directions she requires at this moment. There's a sigh lingering on the tip of her tongue, but it doesn't fall, and instead, Shay smiles.

              "Could you, please? It completely slipped my mind."

[ximpvlsive-blog]

{ &; despite her attitude, constantly speaking bitterly or sarcastic without caring too much of the predictable reaction that was going to be given in return. it was always unusual to hear, a reminder or precaution for her to be careful. it’s often she hears those types of notification but when it’s given from a stranger who doesn’t know a single detail about her except her physical appearance. hands sinking into the deep pockets of her coat before they were brushed inside the denim of her jeans, retracing her pack of cigarettes from the box. }

❝Instead of worrying ‘bout someone else, shouldn’t ya’ focus more on yourself? Same reason on my part but it’s more of me reminding you to put yourself first.❞

{ &; and perhaps the other person does. hayoung just throwing a reminder for her to take into consideration. she dealt with those types of people beforehand, foolish drunks almost tripping on their steps and chirping loud songs that she used to once adore. fuck, they’re all annoying but at least she knows how to push them off easily. }

[opheiliac-blog]

She feels the chilled liquid trickling over the flesh of her tongue and later settling with a taste that ingrains itself under her skin. Her gaze flickers, much like the plethora of thoughts tumbling to and fro in her mind, and she finds herself eyeing the stranger's movements with a scrutiny that only falters once she hears the woman speaking to her. What she hears is enough to bring the arch of her eyebrow to raise before the length of her fingers, after ghosting over the rim of her cup, come to a rest at the edge of the counter.

 ❝ Let me assure you that I'll live. And given that, I suppose neither of us has much to worry about. ❞

The corners of her lips curl in the slightest, and Shay's hand rakes through the soft curls of her hair like silk waterfalls that stream over her skin and bones. She pauses to glance at her companion, wading knee-deep in curiosity, before speaking.

❝ Care to tell me your name, perhaps? ❞

[opheiliac-blog]

(`; eyes directed towards the strangers direction, Kai bends his head down and takes no consideration whether she noticed the star or not) Please don't take any pictures.

              { ❝ — She’s only allowing music to bleed into her ears, ridding her world of clamor, before she hears someone speak out to her. The voice comes from a male whose features she can’t see, and whose words she can’t comprehend between the cries of the artist she’s listening to. And so, he only receives a raise of her brow before she tugs at an earbud, removing it from its confinement, and then speaking. }

              I’m sorry, can you repeat that?

[opheiliac-blog]

hhayis:

[ SMS → XXX ] I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m coming! [ SMS → XXX ] I had to lie to my mom first…

              { ❝ — Although the message she receives causes confusion to tumble over her entirety, her lithe fingers are quick as she churns out her own response. She's keen on being punctual, but she'll wait if it brings her good company. After all, there's no way she's going to be entertained by herself in her tired state. }

[ ✉ ⇢ xxx ] Wait, what? 

[ ✉ ⇢ xxx ] Never mind, I'm at the front entrance. How far are you exactly?

[opheiliac-blog]

cerumi:

{ sms; shay } okay but is it cramps { sms; shay } should i get chocolate…

[ ✉  ⇢ naomi ] If I said yes would I get more love. I feel like death.

[ ✉  ⇢ naomi ] If it's not a bother, please--

[hargu-blog]

❝ ▬ They say work to be the best,                                                         But I was already born at the top.

                                                     [ reblog ⇢ like ⇢ follow ] ▪ IMPORTANT

[opheiliac-blog]

              █ ▌A plethora of colours and fabrics surround Shay, her gaze piercing over every hue she sees with the intent of separating the flattering and, well, the unflattering. Her father's events -- although mundane and tedious -- require her attendance as the eldest female of the household, and for her attendance she requires the most refined materials against her frame.

              Her fingertips feel velvet, velour, and even silk, each of which tumble over her skin like ghosting waterfalls, and yet no matter how many of them appeal to her every taste, she can't seem to pinpoint a single dress. And so, she turns to the woman at her side, lips pursed and eyebrows raised, with a question on the tip of her tongue.

              "Say, if your father was holding a terribly boring event relating to his business that you absolutely could not miss, what would you wear?"

[opheiliac-blog]

              █ ▌Shay has been awake for seventy two hours -- and counting -- dealing with her father's forsaken paperwork that she has been slaving over for hours on end, so much so that everywhere she seems to look seems to be drained of vibrance and doused with the same mundane text she sees in the files. She hears the buzz of her phone somewhere on her father's desk, and it's enough to scatter each fragmented thought in her mind and startle her to the point of losing her grip on the manila envelope. And now, the papers littered with errors she was scanning are the papers littering the once immaculate flooring.

              She can almost hear her father reprimanding her, and the corner of her lip almost twitches in her piqued state, but Shay still doesn't shift to tend to the mess. Her body, ruined with fatigue, finds its way to the nearest chair, and her fingers are soon grasping her phone. She doesn't respond to the message that she received ( she has forgotten about it, ) but she does send one of her own that seems to be far more important right now.

              [ 메시지 ⇢ ariel. ]

              ▸ Won't you sing me to sleep?               ▸ I can barely recognize myself in this state.

[kaseuls-blog]

She fastened her pace as she carried the small (or rather growing) pup, knowing that it was growing darker as the seconds ticked on by and for a fact that the members and the rest of the company was probably wondering where she was. Maybe it was past the time she said she was coming back at. Oh no, she couldn’t worry any of them. She had to go back. Right? Seulgi quickly plugged in her ear buds again into her ear as soon as she hear the female speak. As much as the female looked so fragile and innocent— not to mention small, she knew for a very, very, obvious fact: you can never judge a book (human— in this case) by it’s cover. Who knew. It was dark. this stranger was alone and Seulgi was alone— what if she was going to get mobbed or something. The endless possibilities.  Or maybe, Seulgi was just over thinking. “Aigo, Kang Seulgi, just relax and just head home. Why did you even speak up to that woman?!” A soft groan emitted from her lips as she scurried down the road, hoping the female wouldn’t follow or try to speak up again. 

[opheiliac-blog]

              █ ▌Shay sees the woman speed ahead, steps fleeting and emitting no sound against the charcoal below. There is a puppy in her hands, one that holds her attention for only the smallest amount of time before she is staring at the woman once more. Her gaze is probably uninvited; it's piercing, scrutinizing, and calculating, but it also holds a glint of worry once she sees the female's expression.

              Trepidation pools in the pit of her stomach, gnawing at her insides with a sharpness that will not pacify, and Shay only steps forward in an attempt to force her uneasiness to settle. Too many times she has wound herself into a web of misfortune thanks to the hands of a stranger, but this time, she feels the need to follow the other's footsteps, to reassure herself that maybe the woman is alright and requires no assistance. And it takes a mere three seconds to do so.

One. She finds herself retracing her steps, back into the crevices of the town.

Two. She's directly behind the woman, her hands quivering with a sense of unfamiliarity.

Three. She hesitates, but she allows the length of her fingers to graze the woman's shoulder, her voice a soft chime amid the plethora of shouts somewhere behind them.

              "Are you not familiar with the idea of vulnerability? If you're going to tell me to leave, at least tell me what you were going to say before you dashed off."

[winter-hear-me-coming]

My skin has turned from porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

George R. R. Martin

[theworstmermaid]

[opheiliac-blog]

ximpvlsive:

{ &; she had a tendency to never listen to another, when warning her or informing her. it lingers in one ear then out the other in seconds. simply repeating and then shrugging it off like it was nothing to begin with. so when the other woman speaks to her, somewhere along the lines of how she should head back home soon. hayoung finds it rather hypocritical because the stranger was in the same position too. and she has her own reason to why she hasn’t head back home either. }

❝I never listen to anyone.❞

{ &; or hayoung used to, the only opinion or words that carried her through out life was her mother’s. it’s in the past, times changed and so did she. stating the obvious with a glint in her dark brown  eyes, merely taunting the other for her failed attempt. lips shifting up into a wicked grin before adding on. }

❝Though I applaud you for the attempt, darlin’.❞

Sarcasm sits rigidly at the tip of Shay's tongue, settling with a bitterness that mingles with the pungent taste of alcohol and cigarettes. It waits to drip with a honey taste from her lips, but she doesn't dare to let it fall. Though far from intoxicated, she can only let the words die, for her own situation is much like that of the latter's. She can almost hear her father's rebukes. And, like a child scorned, she keeps every word itching at her throat tucked underneath her tongue.

❝ Well, won't you be careful then? Some of these drunks can't keep their hands to themselves. Not that I'm doubting you being able to handle them. ❞

She is almost sure that the woman can handle herself, that she can create garments from the skin of those who know where to put the knife and when to twist it. And yet, Shay finds herself warning her, though she doesn't know why, with her lips perching on the edge of her cup to stain the rim with crimson. Perhaps she is doing so because she has seen the innocent trapped in a web of deceit one too many times.

[opheiliac-blog]

Approaching the other cautiously, she tapped the woman's shoulder as she (and her Shiba Inu) walked down the dark path-- how stupid, interacting with a stranger but too late now. "Miss, could you... Never mind." She murmured as she quickly turned.

              █ ▌Swiftly, Shay parts with the main road for the darkness-engulfed corners of the city, escaping the clamour of pedestrians and greeting the voice on the other end of her phone call. She is welcomed by a bench, one dingy and neglected, and later by the vibrant colour of street lights as she strays from the dastardly area with the device now in her pocket. Her steps are fleeting, boots somehow silent against the pavement, and it takes her a good three seconds before she can step onto the road once more. But just before she does so, she feels a touch on her shoulder and a voice by her ear, and it isn’t until whips around and sees the woman leaving that she speaks.

              “Uh… What?”

[kgjun]

❝ Nobody else seems to notice me,    like I’m INVISIBLE ——— but I know    that’s not true because the other day,    a girl ran into me and spilled her hot    coffee all down the front of me. ❞

he pauses, a hand carelessly runs through his brown locks in an attempt to calm himself down but what usually did the trick did not work this time.

❝ It’s not like I ask for a lot.     I just.. want to be noticed,    I want to be cared for.. for    me, not what I have. ❞

[opheiliac-blog]

A million and one years stuck in limbo can't stave away the feeling of helplessness pervading her body nor the thoughts encroaching her mind. Shay's fingers, chilled with the cold settling like arthritis deep in her bones, press themselves against Kangjun's wrist with ghosting touches, as if to offer a solace her words lack. 

❝ It's a big world, Kangjun, and out of    it's entirety, there are definitely those    who do notice you, who care for you,    who love you. Sometimes you just    need to look a little harder for those    people, but they do exist. Trust me. ❞

Too many times, she has felt the same words sitting rigidly on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to fall and drip with none but b i t t e r n e s s . But never has she known what to say to herself, nor does she know now what to say to the male.