( @ascigne 🔮 )
misun was known as that girl that owned the weird store on the outskirts of seoul and could often be found after three in the morning wandering around with no real destination; just the strange witch girl that left a curse wherever she walked. but why did everyone think misun would care enough to put a curse on everyone else when she already had a hard time dealing with her own?
after closing the store, she stared one last time to the purple neon lights outside the building and she was on her way. she never knew where she was going and what the night would bring her but she trusted the moon to guide her path. she was the girl born on the full moon-- the night belonged to her.
except this time she got lost.
thinking about it was ironic and misun swore she could actually laugh at herself if it wasn’t for the fact she was getting tired and wished for nothing but her bed to rest on. it wasn’t as if she was particularly on a rush, but she hadn’t found anything in particular that she could take home, like in many other nights before she had. herbs she would find near the river, stones, even shells on the sands of the beach. that night, she had had no such luck.
that was why she had approached a girl that night, medium brown hair, skinny frame and deep brown eyes. something about her had misun walking up to her without thinking there was any danger attached to it.
“hey,” the raven haired girl approached the other, hands on her black jacket and a nonchalant look on her face. “i’m kinda lost-- do you think you could help me out?”
