#a; charisma

[idasen247]

a laugh as rich as ochre

for @rkxmk​   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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there’s a multitude of colors passing through aurora-- ochres and dark, pulsating golds, beautiful reds, soft purples. the air around her is rich in laughter, telling of hidden kisses and impulsive decisions, the fire of alcohol and the electricity of released stress.  a traditional party, one she couldn’t fathom why she was at. hours pass, and the girl allows herself to be pulled up the stairs by a girl she’s just met, a girl with cute freckles and sweaty bangs and a name that started with an s--or perhaps an m. w? v? lips pucker ever so gently as the student thinks about this, fiercely racking between her hazy, lilac-filtered thoughts in an effort to uncover the girl’s name. it’s futile, she realizes, giving up and quickly becoming invested in the gaudy gold paper taped to the ceiling in spirals, the confetti raining down from a popper a boy burst above them.  the two of them stumble amid red solo cups and scattered snacks in fits of giggles, bare feet clumsily navigating their way to where the girls were hiding out. bubbles of laughter ring out through the air, and the girl finds her shoulders relaxing, gently stumbling over the last step and straightening up with more confidence than perhaps needed. v, as aurora decides to name her, clicks the door’s latch open,  dragging the artist inside without hesitation and settling down amongst the tangle of bodies inside.  as in most parties, they were all fairly tipsy, and as in most parties, the multitude of girls were playing truth or dare. a slight cynical thought passes through the girl’s mind, but she waves it away, eyes lighting up excitedly as entities she never knew spilled secrets too deep to be told sober. it’s when there’s a knock on the door that she blinks out of her stupor, offering to open the door. “p-password?“ she teases through a little crack, letting an eye peep through at the boy asking for entrance. “you gotta have a password t-to enter!“

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[idasen247]

eyes of aries

for @yccjungrk   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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the seasons shifted faster than aurora had anticipated, leaving her with the dawning realization of seoul’s autumn the moment she stepped outside her studio apartment. a few curse words and haphazard attire changes later, she re-enters the outside world in fuzzy socks and a thick coat to shield against the unanticipated chill. the rookie simply took in the world’s transformation as her lace-up boots crunched across carcasses of leaves, a little knot collecting in her chest as she realized she missed the world setting itself afire amidst the chaos her life had begun to resemble. soft features duck into the thickness of her scarf as the wind tangles pine into her locks, and she pockets her ice-cold hands into the recesses of her pockets with a little sigh of comfort. the little cafe she frequented (both to work and study within) rises into her view, retro sign flickering in the warm afternoon.    

lilac spirals throughout the cafe as she steps in, and aurora’s lips curve upwards as they sift through her very being-- infiltrating her bloodstream, singing into the depths of her pulsating skin in whispers of caffeine and familiarity. the bustle of the shop lifted her spirits, and she grinned as her fellow barista winked before logging in her order and shooing her away. the girl dutifully steps over towards the pick up station, backpack heavy against her shoulders. aurora is rearranging to avoid worsening the cramping between her shoulder blades when her order finally arrives, and she’s quick to grasp the cup within her palms. warmth seeps into the icy expanse of those nimble fingers, and for a split second, everything is calm.

the next, the world is exploding.

chaos hits the rookie like a freight train, and she barely registers a little form barreling into her, blinking away the shock as her beautiful, perfect hot cocoa is trailing down the fabric of her shirt and igniting her skin in curling heat. she’s still stumbling backwards between her fragmented processing, ungracefully catching a lone chair and letting out a cut-off yelp as she drags the seating device with her down to the floor. when her senses return she lets out a groan, cranking an eye open and registering the voice fretting above her in hyper speed. 

she knew those eyes.

almost as well as she knew the stars.

“y-yoojung?” aurora mumbles in near disbelief as she straightens.

yes, those eyes of fire, and amber and autumn and all things spice~ those are hers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[idasen247]

hello, you.

for @yujurk   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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[tw; anxiety]

there wasn’t enough air.

concrete spins in aurora’s view as she stumbles her way out of the cafe’s side door, and she lets out hitched breath after hitched breath as lungs struggle to take in air. fingers blindly reach to grasp upon some sort of solid wall-- but there is none, and now she’s spiraling, constellations of reason separating into nondescript stars to match the erratic pulse in her chest and oh god there simply wasn’t enough air. the girl finds herself stumbling into a wall, wincing ever so softly as the worn brick dug into her skin and dragged across her back. pale arms curl around aurora’s stomach as she sinks down onto the ground, welcoming the cold air as it shocked her senses into a brief sense of well-being. she couldn’t fathom why a simple customer caused her to disintegrate into such a mess-- perhaps it was the anger with which he had physically gripped her uniform collar, the words that cut to her heart as he called her worthless. people..have bad days. but god, was it excuse enough to force her into a panic attack? there are footsteps nearing her now, and another wave of anxiety crashes through her before she can process it, splitting those thoughts into a mess of scenarios and possible endings. please don’t hurt me-

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[idasen247]

you remind me of wildflowers

for @rkgwen  ✧*:･ﾟ

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the air is blooming, she thinks.

the moment the door unlatches her world erupts in color, in life. muted tones spiral into vivid spectrums, and her lips lift at the familiar site, the calm that trickles down to the base of her spine in familiarity. she see the auric shimmer of laughter, little giggles of children as they speed away from their paint-armed friends with green striped across their arms. she feels the brilliant lavender of brush on paper, the little triangles of every sort of titian from the eighties kids show blaring through static in the corner of the room.  and it feels like home-- more than home ever did. ironic, she thinks. they were all one and the same, aurora realized-- amid the metallic spirals of delighted squeals and tumbling bodies of children in her direction. she scoops them up, pressing kisses to foreheads and protecting the little orphans’ souls for as long as she could. a little boy wriggles his way through the crowd to cement himself against aurora’s chest, reaching to press his hands against her cheeks in absolute love. she grins, nose scrunching at the sticky ultramarine most definitely drying on her cheeks, retracting her hands to run through his hair and ruffle through though beautiful ivory locks. she can hear the door open behind her, eyes shifting open slowly to blink away the momentary reverie she had been in-- the little world of Lost she had found comfort in with the boy tangled in her torso. aurora’s lips lift as she raises, fingers curving to hoist the ecstatic boy into her arms the moment she turns. “hello there,” she murmurs, eyes falling on a beautiful girl. she wasn’t that old~ maybe a little older than aurora, but she forgets how to speak for a moment, lips parting in momentary awe as the newcomer introduced themselves. she smiles then, letting out a gentle laugh. “your eyes remind me of wildflowers from namwon. welcome, i’m the head of the arts department here.” .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 

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[idasen247]

seventy four.

for @rkwon   ✧*:･ﾟ

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aurora was exhausted. the student lets out a little grimace as her back hits the wall, knees knocking together and sending her slumping to the ground in a tangle of tired limbs and dark curls. she’s silent for a moment, taking in the little nuances of the air around her. the vent thrums its way to life above her, and she can barely hear the ochres of the air above the lilac percussion of her heart, the slight hesitation of her breathing.  she stays like hat for just a moment too long, eyes fluttering open in nebulous depths of filtered onyx. slowly, little fragments of thought connect their way into constellations of logic, and she grits her teeth, shifting to stand once more and stumble her way to her phone. slender fingers slip the lock away, and she scales the tutorial back exactly nineteen seconds-- seventy four beats.  here we go, the girl murmurs in the depths of her chaotic mind, studying the movements of the girl and shifting to lean on the mirror opposite her. aurora’s a little off with her spatial reasoning, however, eyes widening as she reaches wildly for purchase and crashes to the floor a few feet away from the wall. little bits of pain pulsate through her side, and she lets out a defeated sound a few moments later as the pain subsided.  finger lift to bring the tutorial back to her view, hand coming up to rewind the girl on screen to the spot she was having difficulty on. she was going to nail this-- even if it killed her. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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