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@silencedharmony
alright, i’m alive, but i think i’m gonna put biyu on hold for right now. she’s just not getting a whole lot of traction, and my muse is dropping. ill be on eun-chae for the time being. i’ll try to reply to some stuff if im feeling it.
im not dead!
vanderwood-stark:
He rolled his eyes, finding it almost humorous that she was drinking on the job. Was that the reason she wanted to open a new bottle? To have a fresh drink, or perhaps play it off as her drinking with a customer or claim he bought her a drink. Whatever she wanted to do, he figured. But didn’t mean he had to play into it. “Are you even supposed to be drinking right now?” Vanderwood asked, fingers tapping against his glass. “Or was it too tempting not to have a taste?”
She pursed her lips, as if she’d downed a citrus cocktail. The Savior would be disappointed she let one go tonight. She jumped in too quick, was too BOLD. Or maybe, he just didn’t need to be saved. Biyu lifted her elbows off the table, turning back to discard her empty glass. She still put on that smirk, leaning as effortlessly as she could on the counter.
‘I just couldn’t resist,’ she cooed, though she already knew her attempts were futile. Maybe she didn’t give men enough credit. ‘Just relax,’ she offered with a laugh, nearly waving her white flag. ‘You look too tense for someone who’s supposed to be drinking.’
golden-sunshinex:
She gave a soft smile as the door clicked open, placing her glass off to one side as she slowly raised to her feet to greet her guest. It was getting to that time when she needed to check on those who had been placed in charge of helping to spread the word about Magenta but she often felt nervous when it came to introducing new members to their ways. Yes, it was saving more people but it was also new minds with old ideas that needed to be converted to the truth. It could be rather tiring and since she was beginning her move against RFA soon - she had a lot on her mind. Still, she seemed as calm as ever as she smiled towards Biyu. “Yes. I was just curious about how you have been settling into your duties here. I thought an informal meeting was in order as it has been a short while since we’ve last caught up”.
‘It’s been going amazing, Savior, thanks to you,’ she drawled, rising and tucking raven hair behind her ear. As usual, she went out to the bar to recruit wayward souls in need of salvation. Each time like an angel of God, she’d lead them to Paradise, give them over to the gentle hands of her one and only Savior.
‘I hope I’ve been of use to you.’ Far before she found salvation, she enjoyed being used; utilized for her body, her beauty, her charisma. But the past bore no importance to her anymore. She wasn’t being used by people who didn’t care, but for some higher purpose.
vanderwood-stark:
It wasn’t as though he were blind to her wandering gaze. Or rather the fact she was appraising him in a way that not only meant his physical appearance but also intelligence status. Either she planned to get him super drunk and do some rather awful things to him or had something else in mind much softer. Vanderwood wasn’t so sure he wanted to know which it was. He got the vibe off her that something wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was a failed attempt to approach him with the drink she’d given. Or maybe something else entirely he couldn’t put his finger on. Attractive though she was with such looks; he’d have to get to the bottom of things before considering anything. You never know when your enemy has something set up. “An excuse to open up a new bottle- that’s got to be one of the lamest excuses I’ve heard,” Vanderwood told her. “Though, playing along with that, how does it feel to finally open a new one?”
‘Lame.’ She laughed, pouring herself a glass before returning the emerald bottle to its rightful place. Her elbows rested on the counter, hands wrapped ‘round her shot glass. The woman hummed, answering before she took a shot, ‘nice. It’s a new brand. Still bitter, but with honey and cinnamon.’
The bitter, honey-laced liquid burned her throat, settling into her chest like an old friend. She wasn’t lying ; she was dying to open up that bottle. The Savior had little tolerance for alcohol, but if it was to lure in another Believer. . . then so be it.
splitlover:
After things have died down slightly, after talking with the RFA members and properly meeting them for the first time, she was undercover alongside with them with the exception of Jumin and V, who were all in the limelight of the exposing events in order to cover things up. It’s a rather distressing era, understandably so.
The woman wasn’t sure what came over her with this idea. Wanting to reconcile with at least one of the mint eye members– whom she assumed were there when they were about to drug the woman with the elixir. Was it Guilt? Was it Pity? Was it because she couldn’t even save the man who claimed to love her? She’s afraid it’s questions she’ll never have the answers for herself.
But with careful planning and secret passage ways, with the help of the RFA, did Byeol manage discreetly get to the hospital where all the ( former ) Mint eye members all get sent to. She had to be, borderline bargain with the nurses to please allow her to meet with one of them, eventually giving in to her demands.
And there she stood– in her hands she holds a basket full of gift and goodies– she can only hope the woman laying before her was a fan of cookies. Her first words towards the red-head woman resulted her to burrow her eyebrows in distress– does she not recognize her?
“I’m not a nurse… It’s… it’s me. A-yeon.. but it’s Byeol, now..” She says with awkwardness in her tone, not knowing what to do or say. She didn’t plan this far, feet shuffling awkwardly against the white floors.
Biyu groans. She manages to prop herself up on her elbows, eyes crinkling as they adjusted to the fluorescent lights above. Gaze settles on the woman’s shoes again, then the flash of red that makes up her hair.
She’s just about to roll over to resign to the sickening drip of her IV again when the woman speaks, finally, and Biyu is forced to listen. Half-lidded eyes settle on the other’s, brow quirked in an inquisitive arch. ‘Thank god,’ she murmurs after a moment. ‘’I’m getting fucking tired of them.’ Her mind catches up to the last of the sentence half as fast. Hair of golden wheat flashes into her mind, bouncing in perfect ringlets. A name, someone the Savior had been awaiting for far too long. The Elixir. Biyu misses it. She remembers the other was less than enthused. And then, she inhales sharply.
‘Yeah.’ In normal circumstances, Biyu was powerful. She could talk her way out of any situation, have the answers to every question, stand subservient to the Savior, who trusted her enough to help bring them to Paradise. Now, she feels utterly powerless. Her mind reels, yet she’s glad that she’s so out of it that she can keep a straight face. Inside she’s in turmoil, yet outwardly she expressed in a quiet, cracked tone. ‘Why are you here?’
its stupid but here we are
@silencedharmony
PRAISE MINT EYE
@golden-sunshinex
‘Savior.’ She bowed deep, raven hair cascading over cloaked shoulders. The heavy, filigreed door closed behind them, clicking to secure the women’s privacy. The Savior looked beautiful as always; draped in only the best attire, blonde ringlets done like a porcelain doll. Biyu dared to peek at her beneath her bangs, and her heart skipped a beat. The Savior radiated such beauty, such grace. Biyu rose, hoping to channel just an inkling of that poise. ‘I’m here at your request.’
@wekeepthislcveinaphotograph
‘Believer.’ Smooth as silk, she matched his pace as he walked the garden’s pathway. The teal-haired man became a constant in her daily life as of late, ever since she found the new believer during a daily walk. Yet, even the woman who’s job was to read people couldn’t quite get a grasp on who he truly was. Not that it mattered, nor was it any of her business. But he still piqued her intrigue, and she had some time to kill. ‘Remember when I first saw you, and we looked at the gardens? They’re even more beautiful now.’
vanderwood-stark:
“Is that so?” He picked up the shot glass, holding it close enough to his face to smell but not enough to let her know he was doing so before drinking it. Odd instinct when he was suddenly given a drink without asking. Only because no one did that when he sat at the bar, regardless of how tired he may have seemed or needed a drink.
She hummed in response, retracting her elbows slowly from the counter. Whiskey eyes regarded him up and down, like predator to prey, though her gut told her he’d be a harder catch than she anticipated. Chiseled, neat, and reserved ; he proved much different than the men she encountered daily. They came troubled, with soldier’s eyes and a loose tongue, eager to talk to the pretty woman behind the counter. Hardly an hour would pass and she’d lead them behind the bar, nipping at their necks and offering a salvation sweeter than her lips. The trick was, they had to want it. Salvation couldn’t be forced. Did this stranger crave salvation? She had yet to find out.
‘It’s a slow night,’ she responded as reason for strange behavior. A laugh. ‘And I wanted an excuse to open up that new bottle.’
@vanderwood-stark
She never asked the patron what he wanted yet poured an emerald-green bottle of soju into a clear shot glass, sliding it over. Like any other night, she rested her elbows on the pristine counter-top, smile as coy as back in her hostess days. The look was complete ; red lips, dark hair tucked back behind the ears. The savior would quite like him. ‘You looked like you needed it.’
@splitlover
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The nurse shuffled out, leaving her with an IV dripping periodically, annoyingly. Saline mixed with the Elixir inside her, flushing out what had been her lifeblood for years. “She was nearly poisoned. There’s methanol in her system. Mushrooms. 0.15% BAC. Some of them are even worse. What did they do to these people?”
The doctor’s voices shifted in and out of her mind like a dream. The skin around her IV reddened, and she realized with an apathetic “oh” that she ripped it out. The talking stopped, there were footsteps, and her IV returned to normal. More, foreign footsteps lingered around her bedside. Didn't they already come in?
She mumbled halfheartedly, rolling over so she was parallel to the person, ‘I know what you’re sayin’ out there.’ Their feet came into view, blurring. ‘And ‘m fine. I’m no junkie.’
FILL OUT THE STATS
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BASICS. FULL NAME: liu biyu. NICKNAME: ‘Liu Liu’ by old friends and ‘Xiao Liu’ ( little liu ) by her home villagers . AGE: 26 . BIRTHDAY: nov. 19 . NATIONALITY: chinese . PLACE OF BIRTH: rural china . CURRENT LOCATION: seoul, south korea . PRONOUNS: she / her . S-ORIENTATION: pan . R-ORIENTATION: pan . OCCUPATION: mint eye believer and bartender, hostess and mistress (formerly) . RELIGION: mint-eye Catholicism, taoism (former) . LANGUAGES: chinese (native) korean (mostly fluent) english (some) .
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES. EYE COLOUR: an amber-type color akin the whiskey. dots of brown around the edges. . HAIR COLOUR: copper. cold be mistaken for black, though, in certain lighting. . HEIGHT: 4′11″ . BODY BUILD: slender , a little filled out ‘ pear shape ‘ . NOTABLE FEATURES: always looks like she’s judging you or checking you out. lips always upturned ; she has that weird sort of smile-frown. hair alwys looks great but she won’t tell anyone how she does it. .
PHOBIAS & DISEASES. FEARS: being alone and unwanted. . DISEASES: none . DISORDERS: none diagnosed, but definitely trauma - related disorders and dependence disorders.
PERSONALITY. GENERAL IMPRESSION: one may ask ‘ who is this chick ? ‘ she likes to show up anywhere, especially unannounced. like how she met a certain saeran , she merely plopped across him to eat. if she wants something, she WILL get it. though a spitfire she’s a huge believer in the savior and has never functioned well without being dependent on someone. while being dependent she thinks she’s helping, making a change in that person’s life. in doing so she takes a keen interest in strangers, and talking to people in general. .
MISC. LIKES: animals, culture, architecture, fashion . DISLIKES: judgement, loss, being alone .
TAGGED BY: stole from dash thank u TAGGING: im so tired if u wanna do it do it
She purses those pretty red lips, bares her teeth as if she KNOWS something you don’t. Pick your poison– sweetheart, she coos, sliding a glass their way, coaxing them into submitting their true desires. Why do you come to drink at 11 in the morning? Why are your eyes lined with bags and unshed tears?
What’s your VICE?
————–What makes you tick, sweetheart?
They come to her willingly. She whispers in their ears that they’ll no longer feel the pain of their sins if they just yield to the savior and the liquid she offers in a godsent crystal vial. The moment it passes their lips is absolutely EUPHORIC.
And she just LOVES every last bit.
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i am alive!! starter call!
She purses those pretty red lips, bares her teeth as if she KNOWS something you don’t. Pick your poison– sweetheart, she coos, sliding a glass their way, coaxing them into submitting their true desires. Why do you come to drink at 11 in the morning? Why are your eyes lined with bags and unshed tears?
What’s your VICE?
————–What makes you tick, sweetheart?
They come to her willingly. She whispers in their ears that they’ll no longer feel the pain of their sins if they just yield to the savior and the liquid she offers in a godsent crystal vial. The moment it passes their lips is absolutely EUPHORIC.
And she just LOVES every last bit.
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wekeepthislcveinaphotograph:
Back straightened instantaneously at the appearance of another person, the black fabric of his robe concealing the small difference in his change of posture. No one else had been around so V thought it would give him a chance to think, to breath away from the smothering sensation he got when being anywhere else in Mint Eye. The young woman stated an observation he didn’t think needed to be stated, though it mattered not. He was no longer alone because of her. “They are,” he agreed, it was something beautiful that came out of all the hideousness of the cult.
His voice, tinged with both melody and melancholy, prompted a curve of her lips. She looked from the Believer’s furrowed brow to the setting sun, providing everlasting warmth to the growing collection of daffodils, hydrangeas, and more. All thrived under the light of the sun and gentle care. . . how comforting. ‘I hear the Savior is quite fond of daffodils. It’s why the garden is so well taken care of. . . She’s so kind to nurture a beautiful environment, yeah?’
