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She smiled and used the card then handed it back to her.“Thank you again.” Nara sat down in the back and hummed. “I’m Nara by the way.”

seferyna

"Hello, Nara." she responds kindly. "Can I sit beside you?"

#balletnara #r.

gjvnhee

Adjusting the headpiece of her head once more, not ruining her already styled hair as she nodded towards her photographer friend. Junhee was stiff when it came to this ( and also dancing or basically anything that put her in the spot or dragged her out of her element ) so it seemed difficult for her to decide what to do once the camera was pointed at her once more. accordingly. Her hands slide down her body to showcased the coat, shifting her body to one side as the shutter sounds from the camera was heard. Inhale. Exhale. She tried to tune out her awkwardness and simply let her body moved Just breathe.

seferyna

With eyes like Seferina's, it is easy to see

the uneasiness in the older female's posture albeit this is not enough for the photographer to reconsider she is positive that Junhee can showcase what she wants there is a reason she chooses her of all the models who applied and she consulted, at the end of the day, Junhee speaks more of what she sees -- rather, will. The click of the camera echoes lightly as the female photographer tapped the device, shutter keeps on and on, in tune to the small rhythm of her lovely model The siren couldn't hide the smile on her face ( perhaps, a hidden sadism poking here and here) whilst after a few minutes of struggle, she finally spoke. "how about you dance in the music?" and then she clicks the small remote of her old stereo, sweet melody of occupies the room "Pretend that I am not even here, and imagine a bright, happy day. You are so happy that you can't help but to dance, with the birds chirping, your breath."

#gjvnhee #P:PSTL

balletnara-deactivated20150330

Nara looked up and smiled. “Oh! thank you~” She took the card and bowed her head. “You are a life saver.”

seferyna

Seferina chuckles sweetly, a hand covers her mouth as she smiles a bit. "Your welcome. I dare not leave a woman behind -- like this" she explains albeit unneeded, waits for the other to finish using her card, before she march to the back of the bus.

#balletnara #r.

confictvra-movedandarchived-dea

The coldness only made the blind boy wonder where he is, after taking a stroll in the city. He had wandered around yet again to relax and imagine how his surroundings looked like in all the darkness. He was thankful there wasn’t much of a crowd in the streets, so he could focus on the sound of his trusted hedgehog on his palm — which led him to a quiet, but serene atmosphere of the city’s park. Keeping his ears focused on the constant squeaking of his pet hedgehog, Kris was led to a bench in front of him, as the little creature on his hands dragged a long squeak before it curled itself into a ball - a sign to tell his owner to sit on the bench in front of him. Stretching his right hand out to feel the solid but smooth surface of the bench, Kris patted on it for a while before he sat down. But what he didn’t realize was, there was a handkerchief that had floated in the air as it was carried by the air after he took a seat. Resting his hand with his pet hedgehog on his lap, the blind prince took in a deep breath and exhaled, white irises stared in front blankly as if he was zoning out — but he wasn’t at all. A few minutes have passed, and there was no sign of interruption — total silence. Peace, he thought. But as he leaned back on the bench, a voice of a young female was heard beside him. “Hmm?” Kris hummed, blinking his eyes as he kept his stare forward, head tilted to the side in confusion. "What is mine, miss?"

seferyna

A frown painted the woman's features, pair of fake brown orbs gaze down the piece of cloth on her hands and then to the stranger sitting on the bench. A little belated to notice the little friend sitting along with him. She pressed her cherry flavoured lips, a small air exhaled after a few seconds of contemplation. "This" her sweet and kind voice echoed in slight shyness. "handkerchief. I saw it fly from where you are, so I assumed this is yours." There's no further ways to explain. Albeit it looks like she got the idea all wrong. "Is this not yours, mister? " The grip on the cloth tightened as she questioned again hoping it's the male's so she wouldn't have to tossed it in the trash bin -- thinking it'll be such a waste. The texture and the stitches of the handkerchief shared it must be expensive and elegant. Although interested at it's glamour, the color and all, Seferina have no intention of keeping it to herself.

#imaginexporium#p:hndkrchif

balletnara-deactivated20150330

"Does anyone have money for the bus?" She pouted as she looked through her bag. "I cant find my coin purse.."

seferyna

Without thinking twice, she offers her bus card, as she have no more coins to spare. "You can use this"

#balletnara #r.

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In our family, I’m the fashionable one

#seffy.

militusx

so you make your face a mask, a mask that hides your face, a face that hides the pαιɴ. a pain that eαтѕ your ｈｅａｒｔ a ｈｅａｒｔ nobody { knows. }

#nee.

karuamilk

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D’accord, il existait d’autres façons de se quitter Quelques éclats de verre auraient peut-être pu nous aider Dans ce silence amer, j’ai décidé de pardonner Les erreurs qu’on peut faire à trop s’aimer D’accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protégeais Je t’ai volé ce sang qu’on aurait pas dû partager A bout de mots, de rêves je vais crier Je t’aime, je t’aime Comme un fou comme un soldat comme une star de cinéma Je t’aime, je t’aime Comme un loup, comme un roi Comme un homme que je ne suis pas Tu vois, je t’aime comme ça D’accord je t’ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets Même ceux, dont seul un frère est le gardien inavoué Dans cette maison de pierre, Satan nous regardait danser J’ai tant voulu la guerre de corps qui se faisaient la paix Je t’aime, je t’aime Comme un fou comme un soldat comme une star de cinéma Je t’aime, je t’aime Comme un loup, comme un roi Comme un homme que je ne suis pas Tu vois, je t’aime comme ça

#musiq.

vodkapoetry

Maybe I wasn’t made for anyone.

6 word story by K.L (via aztecianlipstick)

#nee.

The girl is tainted not a girl at all, at least Arabella doesn’t think so. Oh and would you just look at that accent, irish was it? Arabella can’t help but smile, even if the woman is crying, to some it may have been looked upon as rude, pegged as unacceptable, to others it was sunshine on a rainy day. “Then how, miss mystery would you have me look at you?” she asks, stepping around the girl until she’s finally able to seat herself beside her. “like this perhaps?” she asks, from underneath batting lashes

ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅㅡ she knows how to answer;

for if she stands on the woman's shoes, she'll probably look with those same eyes as wellㅡ was it curious, sympathy, disgust? she can no longer recall, her strength drained from all the crying, already "I don't know" she answers, all honest and shameless wiping more stains of tears on her red cheeks, wondering how many times she should dry it off, a few sniffs, and then a light laughter not forced, rather genuine and from deep inside even a part of herself was surprised that she managed to find the mirth between her ribcage. " not that either" she said, finally smiles but weak pushing the strands of light hair to the back of her ear releasing it from the moist of her face, exposing her misery " if I were to choose between the two I could live with the first oneㅡ the second isㅡ well, creepy"

#dearath #p:strs

earaikomiya:

❝ a science experiment !!! ❞

⊰ ✦ ⊱ aiko smiled broadly the entire time as she bounded over to the female with a chipper expression, her bright green eyes all but glowing with excitement. her fingers wrapped around the others wrist, giving it a small tug. she had absolutely no idea who this person was but aiko was never the type to actually listen to the whole ‘stranger danger’ idea. she certainly seemed harmless after all so why should she listen to it now?

❝ im creating super small and condensed paint bombs, non- toxic of course. it would not be fun to get that sort of stuff in your hair or on your skin. of course these are specifically voice and touch activated, sensitive to my fingerprints and voice only which just makes it soooo much cooler. ❞

she rocked back on her heels ever so slightly as her fingers drummed ever so slightly against the others wrist, beginning to rattle of words quickly. whenever aiko spoke about science it was easy for anyone within ear shot to hear just how passionate she was about her trade. she had a degree in chemical engineering from some of the best schools in the united states and she took amazing pride in her work. it was very easy for her to get worked up over something that others might call simple. especially considering that these are simple paint bombs. but they were extremely fun.

ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ㅡ a single word that park another set of question in her head, although not the first time she'll meet a science enthusiast, this is the first time she met a very young one. for she thought scientist are only composed of Einsteins and old males with white hair and beard ㅡ how cliche, making discoveries that will change the rotation of the world, today however is an eye opening, rather a chance to broaden her understanding witnessing the glee on the young female's face invites the photographer to be interested ㅡ science, once thought as a boring subject, albeit she makes it very interesting, entertainingㅡ and fun. seferina would admit it to herself, but not to the other. that she did not understand a single world she said, despite the earnest efforts to explain the event to her. the blonde simply shares a warm and friendly smile, and a small bow of her head. they are explosives, colorful one ㅡ only those facts registred in her head, neither find the purpose of those all by herself and too afraid to as furtherㅡ might deemed to be ignorant. " voice and touch sensitive? how did you managed to do that?"

#earaikomiya #p:pntblls

sʟᴜʀᴘ sʟᴜʀᴘ sʟᴜᴘ ㅡ and within an instant, the collection of jellies sitting, wiggling on the small platter vanished, melting graciously in her mouth. seferina giggles, covering half of her face afterwards, chewing the remains of strawberry flavour while waving her body side by side, clinging with the scent of intoxication from the shot of soju she accidentally drank. her eyes curves into a smile, pointing at the male's direction alas, finishes the three doze of small jellies, she smiles the stains of her lips, shimmers and slightly bright she laughs. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just can't help myself" An old habit of eating jellies in a very odd way, now expose in front of the male. "Oh my, this is so embarrassing. What's my age again?"

#jclectic #st:close.

ʙᴀɴɢ ㅡ a loud explosion smack the half siren's ears, startling and flicking her petite frame lightly from her seat, gloom pairs of eyes widen but rapidly faded into normality however, inquisitiveness took over, pronto turning her body to the side, and then back and from a short distance, gaze upon a youngling playing ( or what it looks like ) all by herself unbeknown, yet intrigued perplex from her sudden laugh, her laugh perhaps, delighted to how the other enjoys herself hesitant at first, but later abandoned her bench to approach the young one. "What are you doing?" { aikomiya }

#aikomiya #st:close.#p:pntblls

ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀㅡ the cold post winter air burns her delicate skin painting it with a faint layer of crimson, exposing another image of her. seferina lifts her hand to cover the side of her exterior, pushing the strands of hair away as the wind blows once again. a small sigh, lips pressed together next her eyes struggles to keep it crack, hurting from the harsh chill upon the escape of winter, her vision finally went back and there she witness a man sitting by the bench, a handkerchief floating up in the air the photographer with dark blonde hair chases the cloth catching it with her hand and with humble, walks to the male, offering it back. "Sir, I think this is yours"

{ imaginexporium }

#imaginexporium#st:close.#p:hndkrchif

gjvnhee

She was holding back a sigh, possibly a groan as she had the fluffy coat over her frame. It was definitely not what she would pick out from a rack, possibly more opted to pick the dark hues of clothes, the leather studded jacket perhaps; cool colours of course. Because warm colours simply doesn’t express how she feels and clothes were another form of expression right? But again, she doesn’t want to disappoint her friend and she obediently suppressed her dissatisfaction and comfortableness over the entire thing.

“Whaa …” she blinked unknowingly as she was handed the headpiece, walking over to the mirror to put it on her head properly. The head piece was designed with flowers, such a pretty thing for someone who wore a frown most of the time as an accessory.

"Just … don’t let the pictures show my face or something. Blur or edit it out. I’ll wear anything as long as you do that,” she bargained, taking her spot once more as she straightened the clothes on her once more.

seferyna

ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ㅡ and she did not question the reason behind although she has clues and hitch of why another smile liberated on her face, nodding her head as a silent respond, turning her back to return to her station, checking the lense of her manual camera and alternating the set up, next ㅡ while she waits for the older to finish her dress, the photographer fix those other accessories scattered around the room lights first, then the carpet on the ground, setting aside the unwanted and those she who ruin the vibe, standing before her, seferina smilesㅡ "are you ready?"

#gjvnhee #p:pstl

divinarex-deactivated20150324

C a r e f u l the things you say,

you never know

how [ one ] simple word can

a f f e c t someone.

#nee.

kim-tag

#seffy.

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