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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