【a way with words】+bongki
[ @dnbongki ]
Please, please, please... Please be near.
One hand firmly pressed against her face while the other gathered up her skirts by the handful. A time where she last felt the sunlight and wind caress her face in its entirety could hardly be recalled with vivacity. She had no heart to relish in their touches today. It still felt too forbidden. Too taboo. She had to get her veil back. No one could catch her in this exposed state. Just a singular glance was more than enough to encourage the flow of gossip to circulate. Just the air of such idle talk would tarnish the reputation of the gisaeng house and bring her own career to rust.
She ran towards the direction she last saw her face veil being courted off by a strong breeze. A pain cinched around her heart when the veil disappeared from her line of vision over a wall. This was not the gyobang. This was not a place she should be traveling about un-escorted in this manner. If caught without her veil, she might lose just a job, but if caught wandering around like this? She might have to forfeit her life.
Quick. She had to be quick on top of stealthy. Worse comes to worst, she could just tear off an inner skirt and tie it around her face. She rounded the corner and found a figure standing there. A rush of air flowed straight into her lungs in a sharp gasp, but she held it all in her chest as to not make a single sound. Light steps backward followed one after another until the figure turned just enough for her to see what was in his hands.
The embroidery work on it was unmistakable. She couldn’t run up to him and take it back from him as the impulse within her told her to do. Since he laid his hands on it, it was as good as his. She stood there frozen, not knowing the next step in the sequence of how to properly handle the situation.