‘ oh ... are you going somewhere special ? you look really ... nice . ’ // closed starter for @amoreisms , based on this plot!
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‘ oh ... are you going somewhere special ? you look really ... nice . ’ // closed starter for @amoreisms , based on this plot!
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ella had begged her brother to let her come with him to this fancy party: a mixer of sorts, meant to show the world that their family was hospitable and kind to people who weren’t among their kin or business partners. though she supposes it was simply an excuse to throw a party. after all, it’s what her parents are best at.
and boy, was she glad to have pleaded to be allowed to go. ( ella would’ve gone regardless of whether or not she had permission, of course. ) when she spots an unfamiliar face in the crowd, she’s drawn to him immediately, almost like she’d been put under a spell. it’s just like a movie, she thinks, the guests dancing around her while she stands still, staring at the handsome boy from across the room. she knows he’s a stranger, which only means one thing: she probably shouldn’t mingle with him. but ella’s never been one to follow rules. so she walks up to him, slowly, doing her best not to attract any attention. “hi.” she’s never been this demure, hardly ever this coquettish, either. “care to dance?”
ELIDE PLACED THE last box down with a huff, using the back of her hand to wipe a couple beads of sweat from her forehead. a smile played on her lips, sitting down on one of the boxes she had not long brought up. finally. a place of her own, away from parents and siblings. somewhere where she can just be her. “ you did it. ” she spoke to herself, pushing herself up to start unpacking the boxes. she ignored the footsteps she heard, assuming it was a neighbour but when she heard the sound of key in her door - she panicked. she searched for something, anything that she could grab quickly to defend herself but became deflated at the realisation that everything was packed. calm down, calm down. she told herself, it could be her landlord, she could be hearing things ( unlikely, but almost better than a break up ). “ can i help you? ” she asked, brows raised towards the stranger now in her apartment.
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nobody was looking, right ?? there was quite literally no one around — yongsun was growing restless; a black tie decorating her neck was loosened enough to let her breathe easily, heavy eyes blinking ever so slowly. there were times where she thought this job couldn’t get any worse... boredom was a part of it.
she couldn’t complain much, however — that meant that the princess was safe and sound. that was probably the only requirement, wasn’t it ??
so there she stood, right outside her door; mindlessly tapping a familiar tune with her fingers against the wall she was leaning against. yong could only hope it wasn’t heard, or at least wasn’t annoying enough to warrant a scolding from the royal family. it was the last thing she wanted. a semi-exhausted mind, a tense body and restlessness ??
yeah, if they ever complained, she wouldn’t be able to remain as professional as she usually was, and it would be a SHAME. the gig was nice. and her client wasn’t too bad, either.
in fact, the princess was — for the lack of a better word — COOL. unlike any other important person she had ever came in contact with. the more she thought about it, though, the more she was realizing that some nobles were just regular folks, with a fancy title in front of their name. they all had their own, individual issues, and struggled just as much as the commoners... just like yongsun, herself.
some footsteps were heard, coming from the inside of the room she guarded. soon the doors pushed open just a little, a figure peering outside; the bodyguard immediately tensed, shaking herself off and away from the open-eyed slumber she caught herself falling into, “—— are you in need of my assistance ?? did something happen ??” // @amoreisms
jinah had spotted him from across the ballroom. he seemed to be even more handsome than he usually was and her eyes were drawn to his figure. she couldn’t even pay attention to her fellow actors and actresses that were having a conversation in the circle that she was standing. jinah couldn’t take it anymore, she had to go and talk to him despite their agreement to not do that. as she excused herself, her fingers gripped her dress to make it easier to walk over to where he was. with a bright smile on her features, she greeted the man and let the material of her dress flow back to the marble floor. “ hello there... “ jinah spoke softly, hoping that she wouldn’t get scolded by finn for not following their plan. ㅡ @amoreisms
@amoreisms // ace & ??
Confused between two identical houses, Ace walked towards the closer door. He didn't even bother checking his pockets for a key, knowing all too well that it was probably misplaced the day he moved in. Ace used his usual tactic of a small pocket knife and unlocked the door, walking straight into the wrong house. "Are you fucking with me?" The man spoke, giving the place an odd stare before pointing at the occupant. "What the hell are you doing here and what did you do to this place?"
starter for @amoreisms muse: hwang jia based on: this plot
“hey there,” jia greets the familiar face, giving them an easy smile as she stops next to their booth in the diner, her fingers fiddling with the pen and paper she’s holding. she’s seen this person here enough times that she can recognize their face -- though that might say more about jia than the person in front of her. she doesn’t usually see them alone, though. “are you waiting for someone or would you like to order something?”