#antientia

[inhyelation]

“We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.”

murakami book starters // accepting 

“and they say no two people are alike.” the wind tickles a set of pursed lips, quirking at the corner when she renders herself lost in a brief lapse of silence. ( you shouldn’t trust anyone but yourself, am i right? ) the words simmer and stir in her mouth, but she crushes the very notion of voicing them like the dry petals under her feet. instead she reaches out across the ledge, slender fingers outstretched as if intending to caress the jagged skyline that punctures the blue sky. a quiet hum ensues. “i think,” she starts again as she turns on her heels, small back pressed against the metal ledge. “we all get to pick our own kind of poison. our own kind of sea to drown in.” a pause. then, “what are you drowning in?”

[antiira-blog]

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👽  three times my muse thought about hugging yours, and the one time they did.

One. FUNERALS WERE ALWAYS the most depressing. Rain feels the occasion is appropriate to make an appearance and everyone wears their darkest blacks. The piano cries harder than those who attend the services. Except Soojung. She maintains such a glacier of an expression that mourners don’t realize she is the granddaughter of the deceased. Junseo approaches her and she walks past him to put a rose on their grandmother’s coffin. Not today.

Two. SEVERANCE IS KEY to getting rid of boys who don’t matter. At least, that is what Junseo reminds his sister when the two of them spot a guy from Soojung’s workplace with another girl. They clearly see the guy leaning in closely to the girl. It would have meant nothing if Soojung hadn’t brought up the guy’s name once in conversation. To bring him up at all is a step and as her older brother, Junseo is willing to lunge. She wants no consolation prize either. Don’t be an idiot, she tells him. She is strong, she doesn’t need him anymore.

Three. FORGET THE REST of the movie. The first ten minutes of Pixar’s Up is a tragedy, earning a saddened reaction from the Jung siblings. Junseo notices the way Soojung pretends to rub her eyes - it’s just a branch in them, right? Or maybe a whole tree. He thinks of comforting her, even as a joke. Ew, why, he can imagine her half-laughing if he came in for a hug. Instead, they ignore that they are both tearing up.

Yes. ERRORS ARE MADE and life will go on. But today is different. She is wailing like a child and curling into her big brother’s arms like she desperately reaches for her security blanket. There is only one response but to hold her back and flush her hair behind her ears. He will never talk about this ever again. Years will probably spill between this time and the next time she needs him like this. But today is different. Only today.

[antiira-blog]

15.

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15. talk about the the time you were most content in life.

I’m thinking of the time when we were younger. Running down the hallway of Uncle’s huge house. The three of us chasing each other. Dragging Jaehyo along - because he didn’t , still doesn’t , want to do anything. You claimed you were the fastest. Seo stated that he was the most impressive. I said I was the tallest. Was I? I felt the biggest. I felt so strong when I was with you two. Everything was fine. I didn’t fight too much, I didn’t cause pain that much. It was all just fine. Until it wasn’t.

[anhyuns-blog]

holy night story.

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @antientia )

favourite thing to do when it’s night time?

Nightfall meant a million different things------it ranged from sleeping to ridiculous movie nights and sleepovers where there was no sleeping actually involved. But, to Chanhyun, there’s one thing that she will never grow out of loving. “There’s nothing I love more than stargazing at night!” she replied with a bright smile, “It’s somehow very relaxing to me... and it’s especially fun with a friend, when you can tell stories about the stars to them!”

[inwolvesteeth]

39.

39: Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier

“alright, here’s a little list. I wish i’d known that separating the whites from the colors was real important, ‘cos then I wouldn’t have lost my favorite white shirt to the weird pink underwear my bro has. I wish i’d known that trying to skateboard on the street with cars was a damn stupid idea ‘cos I would’ve saved myself the embarrassment. I wish i’d known that some people are gonna fuck you over and then I wouldn’t have never messed with ‘em in the first place. save my heart from all that feelings bullshit.”

[acerbiem-blog]

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM: @antientia

the clock hits midnight, and the car stops to a halt under the stale red light. soojung shrugs her shoulders and tells her that it’s okay because she’s been in worst situations before, which isn’t a surprise considering one of her brothers involved themselves in highly dangerous situations.

“if this car is stolen, then i’m going to have to congratulate you on exactly how you stole it, unni.” she says, fingers gripped loosely on the wheel. “then again, you probably used your charms, didn’t you? and besides, it’s more fun to do something bad once in awhile.”

yet deep down, hidden beneath the excitement and adrenaline, is the emotion of fear that is waiting to unravel.

    « nv »     technically... eunseo didn’t steal the car, but perhaps, she did take advantage of the heavily intoxicated male at the bar. the female coaxed him into allowing her to test out his car (which was a fucking nice lamborghini sesta, which the male probably bought somewhere overseas). and of course, with her lovely vixen charm, it wasn’t hard to do so at all.

“heh... you’re probably right, about using my charms,” she said in a fairly nonchalant manner. “plus, it was easier since... i was more at an advantage. this car is fucking expensive though, isn’t it? you don’t see this car around at all... maybe i should give it to one of the boys. i’ll haggle some money out of them.”

a sly grin grew onto her dark red matte lips, giving soojung a look. “it drives well, huh?”

[staywcke-blog]

“it’s just a cut, really.”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @antientia / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] He stared quietly at the lengthy cut along her calf. True, it was just a cut; but what he wanted to know was how she got the injury. His question may have come off as sounding concerned, but it stemmed from pure curiosity. The gash appeared rather deep, and somewhat fresh. A day or so old, perhaps? Travis squatted beside her, getting a closer look at the wound. He was sure not to touch her, seeing no reason to do so for the time being. “How’d you get it?” he finally asked, looking up at her from beside the leg he crouched beside.A ‘cut’ or not, he wondered if the laceration had been her own fault, and she were too proud to admit to it. During the short time he had known the woman – and the few times he had actually spent time with her – there always seemed to be a strong sense of pride about her; power in every step she took and an aura of confidence floating about her. It wouldn’t have surprised him if her demeanor was off putting to some, but it interested him. Pushed him to see just how proud she may be.“It looks like someone managed to stab you with a butter knife and had trouble getting it back out. You sure you didn’t trip over yourself?”

[acerbiem-blog]

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