#astrinedes

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— astrinedes ;

  ▌    ｡｡｡❝ Uhm… I think you can. And I’m pretty sure you just did. ❞ A giggle threatened to spill from the maiden’s lips had she not placed her palm there to conceal it. She’d been staring at the two mortals; a lovely couple in their early twenties on a night out like she and yixing, except they were an obvious couple while the chef and nymph remained wholly platonic. She had looked away for a mere second, only to find her casanova of a confidant flirting carelessly with the stranger, to which the boyfriend rebuked furiously.Humans are so interesting. So fickle, so sensitive. She wouldn’t dare think to stop the clash when her impish temperament was so amused. ❝ In fairness to you, you’re a lot more handsome than that guy. ❞ She gave his hair a quick ruffle and downed the poison known as alcohol. She honestly hated the substance – how it slithered against her throat and made her do things she wouldn’t normally do, like agree to fine dining. She had nothing against this particular restaurant but all were the same to a blunt Astrina. If the food was edible, it passed. Though it would never hold flavour like an orchard grown by nymphai. ❝ I really think we should leave– ❞ she abruptly suggested, watching the mortals don a look of malice against her elder. If they continued to act as such she might be triggered to perform a harmful spell, sending the not-so-lovely couple on a long slumber with bad delusions. ❝ I like your food better, anyway. Maybe we can drive back and boil up a ramen?❞

Yixing stared sideways at the threatening male, a bit bummed that the other existed at all. If not, he would have a field time making advances. It wasn’t like he was looking for any special companion that night, and so he smiled a little back at the female he was about to leave. He had better company, anyway. He looked back at Jisoo, who had already suggested food. 

Walking away from the couple who seemed to be bickering away behind him over the loud club music, Yixing shook his head in gentle laughter as he left their empty glasses by the bar counter before carrying on.

“Seriously? You know the thing is, I’ve met a good number of girl and guys and I swear, it’s always the girls who are hungry. Hungrier, I mean. I wonder why.” He pulled up the already rolled up sleeves of his black dress shirt as he followed the female out of the club. It was a pretty sleazy crowd that night, which sort of turned him off.

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[ *; astrinedes ]

Photography was something she i m m e n s e l y enjoyed as a hobby. It was the one thing that bonded her to her late mother. It hurt her to hold a camera for a few years, but she’s realized how much it made her happy to be able to capture the places and nature that she sees. Memories became something important to her after losing her mother--- having plenty of photographs of her mother and herself. Taking slow steps down the Gangnam streets, she spotted a rather pleasant flower shop and couldn’t help herself but to stop there to take some pictures of the flowers. 

                “ I could take some pictures, yeah? ”

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{ ※ — foolish fire          double.J

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Acrylic nails weren’t always the type of accessory she would wear but as she matured, she’d been fond of them despite everyone’s insistence of its risks. A skeptic one like Jennie, however, only needed the slightest push. No one in the industry was ‘completely’ natural, people would argue in which she adapted and used as her own excuse. It’s just extentions, anyway, not a replacement. She would add. The persuasiveness of an employee named Jisoo was enough for her to be a loyal customer of The Mist; even claiming it was the ‘better’ spa than the one she’d frequent to under the wing of their company — which she would recommend to some of her own friends — in the past.

She enjoyed her visits getting pampered by amiable employees. They didn’t only attend to her beauty and health needs; they also listened to her endless stories with much enthusiasm. She’d grown keen particularly on the very person who was the reason she was a steadfast client. The staffer offered friendship beyond her professional labor and she couldn’t be more grateful with how well they get along regardless of the wall Jennie’s occupancy had put up in between the two.  To her, Jisoo felt like a long lost sister, or perhaps a twin. But what if she truly was? She would often wonder even when she knew it was merely wishful thinking.

“How much do you earn working here?” She asked in curiosity as the friend-slash-nail technician attentively worked on her new set of enhancements. But it wasn’t what she truly wanted to know. Somehow, in spite of the many girl talk sessions they’ve had, she felt embarrassed sharing the certain concern at hand and instead she continued with the random nonsensical interrogation, mainly to shift her thoughts to another. “Have you ever thought of being an actress? Or maybe a singer! Like me!” exclaimed Jennie; the lids of her dark brown hues stretched the furthest it could. But those gleaming eyes faded quickly as her mind was immersed once again by the recurring dreams she’d have, leaving her in silence.