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SEHA IS NOW ON HIATUS

@cvnoia is not at her apartment; until 04/13.

[deliacate]

I want the H!

I Want The H!
▸ shout out to @cvnoia ♡ 
▸ status: maybe next time!

9. One Armed Hug 

〈 🍒 〉–– Troubled senses is evident in her face as her features sketch from skeptical to a little bit of hesitation. Nahyun’s always been an impulsive buyer-- which has lessened recently, due to her desire to actually save the money she’s given and the one that she earns, as little as that is. She turns to the other but Seha has obviously kept herself busy as well by looking at the other items in the rack. There’s a small thought at the back of Nahyun’s mind that she doesn’t actually need the dress. She has a couple that she’s never worn before and honestly, she’d rather spend her money on food right now more than anything else..  

Seha’s eyes turn sidewards to catch her friend a small gaze of curiosity and Nahyun merely shrugs her shoulders as she stuffs both of her hands inside the pocket of her coral colored sweatshirt. It isn’t everyday that one would see her like this, denying of buying something she actually likes instead of buying it just because it looks good on the display. ❝ You’re not getting it? ❞ 

Nahyun takes a moment to look back at the dress, mesmerized at the back’s detail. Still, she shakes her head no and drapes one arm around the other’s waist, head leaning down to rest against her shoulder, ❝ Nope! I’m practicing how to save my money up and I think it’s going great so far. ❞

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📱 [ you don't have to do this if you don't want to ]

Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse’s Phone

⇢ source. ⇢ status : still accepting!

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

For some reason, it’s Song Jieun’s song, ‘Twenty-Five’.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

Because she loves Seha so much, it’s of them together.

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

She thinks Seha is very comforting, her words help her relax at a lot though there are times where Seha goes off topic and that’s where Krystle thinks she’s different and very adorable when she gets distracted.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

It goes from pretty quick to at least five-ten minutes at the most. It depends what she does when she isn’t working or sleeping which takes hours if she is.

How often our muses text:

Seha checks up on Krystle time to time– so often, but not as often.

How often our muses call:

I believe.. once a week or three times a month so not often either since Krystle likes texting more.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Yes, but it’s only because she’s in class or working.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

Sehaha

    Unnie, I need help…                                                                                     delivered ; sent 12:00am     These lego pieces are’t cooperating with me.                                                                                delivered ; sent 12:01am

[elegentia-blog]

“April showers bring May flowers,                          at least, that’s what my mother used to say.”                                                                                                              ―cvnoia

She told me a lot of things other than that, such as the fact that I was a superb singer and dancer. She has been saying that ever since I could talk and walk. When I was in the hospital after being attacked by my father, she even told me the reason why my father - whose voice could lift even the gloomiest spirits up - had changed so suddenly - schizophrenia. Schizophrenia. It was a word too complicated for ten-year-old me to understand, which is why I didn’t, no, couldn’t accept the fact that that was the reason why my father had turned into a delirious monster. Of course, I asked my mother for other explanations, but for some reason, she couldn’t.

Besides that, there is one more thing that my mother didn’t tell me: why she had to leave all of a sudden. On the day of her departure, all she gave me was an envelope stuffed with money and a short note. Before she turned around to head to the door, I grabbed the hem of her sleeve and asked for more information, but when I saw the grim expression on my mother’s face get darker, then I knew: this wasn’t the time to ask questions. For the next few weeks, in order to suppress the constant anxiety that came from my mother’s absence, I naively relied on the short note that she left, that she would be back in a couple of months - which was why I refused to believe the phone call that came from the hospital.

I almost hung up the first time, when the phone call came from the hospital, informing that my mother had passed away from childbirth and had left behind Eunha. I simply couldn’t believe it, especially because I had been so adamant in my belief that mother would come back.

I was still a bit dazed on the way home. I finally realized that I was truly alone when I opened the door to my apartment that day. Instead of being greeted by my mother, I was welcomed by a deafening silence. Not only that, I realized that I was in charge of not only my life but also Eunha’s, when Eunha started crying. I started to panic, not knowing what to do. In the end, I had to make another trip to the hospital, because Eunha had cried too much.

Throughout the years, I am proud to say that I have gotten a hang of raising Eunha, but still I have a long way to go. Not only that, I also learned the hard way that the world wasn’t nice at all. I had been completely blind to this fact because I had believed every word that my parents had said.

I’m no longer mommy’s and daddy’s girl anymore. I am an adult who’s in charge of a family, though it maybe small. Some say that I have grown up too fast, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

And that , officer is why I had to murder my innocence.

[necvratu]

{ @cvnoia }

—Damien licked the blood off his upper lip and fought the urge to gag at the disgusting taste of defiled blood. Virgin blood was difficult to attain nowadays, and even though the blood of those who were deflowered kept his hunger sated, he still didn’t appreciate its murky taste. Like the taste of water that’s been soiled by algae. He kicked the lifeless body away and watched it roll down the hill. It was only his second kill tonight, and he was thinking if he would be victimizing a third, or perhaps a fourth.  

[eternalsilxnce]

@cvnoia ( + continued from here )

Set of keys twirling around a tanned finger, the boy narrows the distance between him and the mailroom, and it’s soon that he’s met with pleasant surprise. Maybe it was fate ; destiny turned teasing and playing with the strings that secured their existences together. Two mortals, mere puppets of heaven performing in a play that seemed to please and perhaps, amuse the gods. Brown hues widened under raised brows as the corners of his lips curled dangerously with delight. The boy brings a hand up reflexively to veil a shattered mien of calm, head he turns away swiftly while clearing his throat — an action that defied intentions ; drawing instead of repelling unwanted attention to himself. Nevertheless, he spares the girl a glance, watching briefly as her fingers worked diligently at taping a letter onto her mailbox, a letter he knew was addressed to him.

Gaze directed back towards his own mailbox, the boy pretended to fumble with his letters, feigned interest towards the envelopes that held nothing but sheets of paper that foreshadowed a depletion of his bank account. Uncertain if she had been looking at him, the twenty year old kept up with his act until he heard the idol leave the mailroom, a soft sigh of relief he then exhaled. What were the chances really, of running into each other and of all places, in the very room that was the premise of their communication? A chuckle of disbelief escaped parted lips as fingers moved up to massage once tensed brows ; everything could have very well gone south if he hadn’t managed to hide his glee. Peeking carefully into the corridor, Taehyung ensured that it was empty before claiming what was his and sprinting five floors up and into his apartment to give it a read.

Lingering happiness however soon plunged into a minuscule frown at her written apology — no, you don’t have to. Things happened, and as he matured with the days, the boy has come to realise how many things weren’t his to control. Even the feelings and emotions that one so desperately sought to sequester from the world were vulnerable to the influence of a million other things, what more the daily happenings in life? They could’t reign over the wind, but they could surely attempt to enjoy it.

Lyrics were always a beautiful medium of communication ; a transcription of heartfelt words, ones that were too precious to be spoken without a tune. And oh, bless this little heart of his for it thrilled him completely to think that someone he admired so much had composed a little stanza just for him. It was so much more than he could ever ask for. A bashful grin surfacing, the boy took to crafting a reply of his own before mailing it promptly.

“ Never apologise, we’re all entitled to being selfish hmm? We’re only humans after all ; I’m selfish for writing to you even though it’s supposed to be your time away from the harshness of the world, a little quiet through the storm outside. But I’m glad to know I can bring you some form of comfort, like a guardian angel perhaps? Or maybe I’ll be a friend, one that you can ramble to about anything under the sun.

난 숨어 있지 않지만, 그냥 멀리서 널 지켜볼게. 조금만 더 기다리면, 언젠가 우리 만날 꺼예요. ”

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