“if the moon smiled, she would resemble you. you leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.” - S.P. park sol, sylvia park / 23 / graduate student & barista
❝ so, ❞ her voice comes out far more nasally than she anticipates and her lips curl down into a frown. if not for the security glaring at the two of them, she thinks that both of them would have long clawed at each other to reveal new unwanted wounds. there is an intense distaste within her for the faceless figure that decided it would be best to stick them in a room to sort things out like two bickering elementary students. the crease on her forehead deepens at the thought.
❝ why did you hit me? ❞
ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ @sylviahpj
• • • ON HER GOOD DAYS, sylvia's free spirit was the most beautiful thing about her. after all, she revelled in all of her emotions -- being a child bacchus would have blushingly, yet proudly, called his -- a liberty often lost in the days where childhood ended and teenagedom began; a torch, perhaps, rebelliously picked up to light her way through life's dark.
and so, on the good days, she was an absolute pleasure to be around. on the mediocre, she jostled joy to a believable start, and on the bad, she made a religion out of drowning herself in whatever pleasure she could get her hands on and made it look fun. misery, as it seemed, was an old friend far too well known to struggle masking.
IT WAS RAGE THAT RANG TRUER THAN REASON,
THAT GRABBED THE REINS OUT OF HER HANDS,
WASHED HER VISION WHITE & ALWAYS SEEMED TO DAMN HER.
"fuck right off," she spat, white fists twisting in the cuffs that kept her in her chair, incapable of feeling the chafe. "you should fucking know why."
her eyes danced on the floor, searching for a semblance of calm, incapable of staring the other woman in the face -- it had taken only one glance for her to recognise her set of features, walk over, and ask, voice just one lick of tension away from a quiver:
"are you kwon haein?"
"******* yes *** **--"
"daughter of prosecutor, kwon jiyeon?"
"--***** *** yes, ***--"
"who worked on the 2007 case at ****** uni?"
"**** ** i don't know--"
and then promptly sock her in the face. she shook her head to dispel the memory, teeth grinding against other teeth, right foot slamming on the ground.
“FUCK YOU.” an impulsive lurch forward. “ YOU SHOULD KNOW.”
hello! i’m rosa, the pair of hands behind the wheel of ur local rad girl bad girl (sad? girl?) Poet & fuckface, sivvie park, & the icon is the both of us -- her fc, my existence (aka very sleepy, but glad to be here). pls pls PLS like this post of if you wanna plot, and i will be in your inbox... ASAP. anyways here are some fun facts/a quick summary. mentions of mental illness, substance abuse, abuse, parent death and bulimia bbs! (I PROMISE IT’S NOT GRAPHIC. JUST THERE. VERY SKIMMED OVER. THANK YOU. LOVE YA)
like this post if you wanna plot tho btw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dad was a respected writer, poet and professor at your local top tier uni, mother, his trophy wife (but never made a trophy). young siv thought cinderella and her prince (and any other fairytale duo) had nothing on their relationship, and until a certain point she was right
papa park instilled a strong love of lit in his baby girl and didn’t believe in starting slow at all -- he took advantage of the malleability of the young mind to get her started on the greats: fitzgerald, proust, baudelaire, etc. the end result being her baseline personality as a child was that of a reckless wild thing with the capability to both communicate and exhibit a deep understanding of things, people, and the world around her. that, and a fluency in korean, english, french and a love for language acquisition.
her father also ingrained a strong sense of justice which becomes relevant when we talk about THE SCANDAL
so papa park notices sth fishy going on in his department, that fishy thing being a fellow professor -- one with tenure, something he does not have -- being a sexually abusive fuck with his students. he reports it without question, expecting justice. instead of justice, he’s told to keep mum or else. he chooses the latter, privately going to the police, and his department responds by flipping the whole affair on him, making him the monster -- nothing comes of it eventually, there isn’t enough evidence to prove he’s guilty. but he loses his job, loses his good name to rumour and blacklisting.
(this happens right before sivvie’s 14th birthday)
to put it bluntly, after this, life sucks.
her father drinks and becomes anything but himself, her mother works herself into a ghost worthy of matching her husband, and sivvie is reduced to a deeply depressed, anxious, bulimic and angry little soul. very angry.
it’s a rough 2 years and then her dad croaks. he just dies. and what’s awful is that it does make life easier.
she writes through all of this, sivvie is an obsessive journalist
as an adult she hates her dad a lot less, if not at all. she moreso hates the world that made him become that person lol
miss. daddy complex tbqh
if anyone ever brings up The Scandal she’ll fight you right away no questions asked. she’s............ scrappy! (and full of unreconciled rage!)
that being said she was a delinquent between the ages of 14-17 before she chilled tf out (she isn’t chill. she’s just more chill than she was before. the difference between the sahara desert but in hell vs la. but in purgatory maybe??) and realised she wanted to go to uni and become a kickass poet writer teacher TRIPLE THREAT like her dad because the only comfort she’s ever had is a good ass story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok that was long thank you for reading the Story of Her Life here is some more on. Just. Her
vice vice baby, v-vice BABY (please read that to the tune of “ice baby.” thanks.) she has ZERO impulse control and no REAL CONCEPT of dealing with her emotions in HEALTHY, PRODUCTIVE ways. bbgirl loves to rage, smoke, drink, roll, fuck, attempt parkour at 3am after indulging in at least 2 of the aforementioned
she’s mama bear passing but honestly a baby in need of care. too bad it’ll take ten years for her to let you do that. literally if she likes you enough and you punched her in the face, broke her nose and then started crying as a result, there’s a good chance she’d be comforting you lol
always has something to write on and with on hand. v huge source of stress if she does not because she does not like writing things on her phone or laptop because she is --
very bad with tech. it’s embarrassing please don’t mention it
huge fan of gum, hard candy and lollies. woot woot grandma alert she’s always gna have those in whatever bag she’s carrying because hey? aren’t we all? dying? bitch?
very crass. unless she’s in class. then she’s a classy bitch. the difference is so succinct that it weirds out a lot of people at first honestly
the former is very indicative of both her tendency and talent to compartmentalise. she can’t deal with being an entire human all at once very well
she loves conspiracy theories. they’re an odd source of joy.
jaded romanticist. won’t admit it but she still wants to believe in happy endings.
honestly though she’s a good time, very charming, charismatic and knows how to read and adjust for people! hit her up if you’re having a bad time and/or wanting a [FREDDIE MERCURY VOICE] GOOD TIME
