#earthrooted

[verdant-visions]

[yuseongu-a]

               having met jieun and ianthina, kangmin likes to think he’s getting better at sensing witches. the truth, however, is completely the opposite -- he’s still just as clueless about his own kind as he was before. he’s perched on a stool, frowning into a bouquet of hibiscus flowers. he’s getting bold now, starting to weave his magic into mundane flower orders, but for some reason it just isn’t working today. he doesn’t look up from what he’s doing when he hears the bell on the door ringing, offering a short, ❝ be with you in a second, ❞ instead.   

@earthrooted

[coalcsce]

          the walk was supposed to relax him - take him away from the busyness of the store for a little while. and it was working perfectly, until he realized his phone was dead. he’d find his way back eventually but he was more concerned about the time. he had thrown a ‘be back soon’ sign on the window of the bookstore but soon seemed to be a lot longer than he expected. “hey uh - excuse me? do you know what time it is?”

@earthrooted ⟶ starter call. 

[obciidian-archived]

      avaricious and ravenous it is with the vehement inclination for more -- of reveries and daydreams it could not ever manifest nor envisage by its own, the mighty deity finds itself intrigued by these tell-tales of nihility. even most mundane matters now seem to it as ravishing of the heart itself, and the deity, ancient and enervated, finds solace in the bijou residence. a chin rested atop the arm that is folded on the counter -- this human tegument it manifested in the embodiment of a pubescent now named weiyuan ( for the name rung a bell, of mellifluence and benign ) is fervent much to the its contentment. ebullient orbs glisten with jubilation, and as a feeble, endorsed, simper is proffered and stretched atop the boy’s lips, he enunciates his wonderment unashamedly.      ❛   could you tell me the story about the old widow from the village again ?  i find that story.... fascinating.   ❜      /      @earthrooted

[yuseongu-a]

i want the k :))

send ‘i want the k’ for a kiss 🌠 not accepting

8. kiss in the rain

               of course it’s just their luck to get caught in a sudden summer downpour. not that angharad minds – she’s welsh, the rain is practically her natural habit. it’s a small mercy, at least, that the rain is warm, so that even as it soaks their clothes, neither of them gets cold. although, given what parker’s proximity does to that fire burning in her chest, she’s not sure she could ever feel cold around him. pushing sodden curls out of her face, the witch can’t help laughing at the sight of parker, hair clinging to the edges of his face like a drowned rat. ❝ oi, nature boy, ❞ she teases, grinning as she speaks. ❝ don’t look so glum, i thought plants are supposed to love rain. ❞ another smile and she closes what little distance there was between them, lips meeting his in a sweet embrace, his lips stained pink from her lipstick. ❝ always wanted to cross that off my bucket list, ❞ she says, satisfied with herself and watching the rain fall as they shelter under a tree whose leaves have already started to brown…

@earthrooted

[obciidian-archived]

▲ // :'))

SOURCE  :  five timesSTATUS  :  not acceptingTAGGING  :  @earthrootedPAIRING  :  yunsik ft. namoo     

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. 

      the first time namoo discovered his competence was horrendous. he hugged a close friend and abruptly everything went blank. he began to sense the energies of other people’s soul gradually as he grew up, and effectuated  /  consummated he could sense souls. an attribute and venerable dexterity as a part of his healer patrimony. first time yunsik ineptitudes at him at they were not too further apart – he witnessed scintillating golden hues around his face, in his vision. his heart never felt as lighter as it did that moment. he doesn’t a apprehend how, but their souls have been now composed– and he isn’t keen on having it otherwise. 

      he’s had a oracle coming to stricture his reveries to confound the slumber ( disturbs, he represents albeit, what he candidly must articulate of is that it imported naught but placidity to his throbbing heart ) and now he has a perturbed mind. vigilant to their surrounding both boys are exceedingly attentive to the sounds of swifting leafs in the light summer breeze. mother earth sibilations to them – or well, at least to one of them. in the older’s orbs it is visible how the whispers rakishly ruminate and are mediated, how he’s so acute and consolidated on the secrets that the ground has to enunciate to an extent that his attention is opaque to none but the grass beneath their feet. in these timeless motions, congealed junctures … that is when yunsik is the most beautiful in namoo’s vision  —  incognizant, sublime, natural. all the hues of the setting sun cause his smooth skin to glow in golden hues and namoo’s heart to pound hastier than usual. he forsakes the encumbraning contemplations for just a moment and centralizes all his attention, all his presentimental energies on this one boy who doesn’t even notice he subsists. he’s beautiful, his smile is the incandescence itself.

       he comprehends all the herbs in the store by heart. not merely names albeit correspondents and healing properties ; he knows the history and the uses, how significant one might be for certain cases and how deadly the other is. he displays great acquaintance – apertures shine bright with a glistening of ardour and wit, something he has yet to witness upon someone’s physiognomy. the enchantment in his tegument is glowing and abruptly the mien is radiating with zest and inquisitiveness. every syllable uttered from his lips is like a song of early morning birds ; propitiating and enlivening. how is it feasible for one human being to posses such superlative qualities and wits ?  an enigma which nibbles upon his insides until his heart hammers with expectancy– selectively gandering at his lips as a sign from his thorax that this, this is what perhaps shall bring him the erudition. to drink his voice and his words like a nectar filled with ingeniousness. as if.

      opaqueness veils upon their facades and it contradicts the habitual splendor reflected upon yunsik’s simper. no longer does their heart beat to the same allocation of mollification but now – now it is vaguely somber. his eyes, they speak of woes ; nightmares chasing down trepidation  /  disquietude and gnawing onto his inner organs at the smallest hours of the night when everything is hushed excluding his obstreperously thumping palpitations. luridness overshadows his zeal and no longer is he the boy who captures the quintessence of flora and fauna within his mere quavering palms ; merely, a shadow of what he used to be. namoo commiserates with him – he yearns to take the affliction and make it his own. his hearts languishes for things his mind is yet to comprehends, fails to seize, incompetents to avow. ever since, he’s been dreaming of his lips all night long.

      not until this day has he been covetous of anything or anyone – now, namoo wishes he could be a cat ; delphi on both of their laps so they are close – shall they move and they will hinder the sleeping cat. they dare not. purring in delight for the warmth provided by two bodies with intense proximity that their frontiers blur and no longer is it comprehensible where one of them ceases and where the other prefaces – molded together as a tender bed for the cat. an inch closer and they will become one ; he’s aware, that in a swift movement of his hands he can lock their lips together – there is an inclinationin him ( perhaps aboriginal, he’s yet to be phlegmatic of its nature ) to lean closer. hell beneath, it isn’t a strenuous conduct albeit, merely the glistening of equivalent rapture filled orbs in an affable simper is enough to suffice and no longer does he nearly cave into appetite. however, the bittersweet sensation in his of acidification stings. 

      the nightmares have been getting the worse of him. for months time it requires his cognition to comprehend why was he witnessing sights hes never experienced before – for the longest weeks he has pondered restively which ghost requisited his conspectus  /  alignment, hankered to enunciate their maleficence. not until he registered those were fractures of yunsik’s soul weeping out through him. it took him the longest time to assimilate that albeit once he has, there was no chance he would ever permit this to reoccur. if he had confided his tea infusions where he mixed healing properties in just in case could aid the older then he was proven wrong and only one thing ( one thing he had forebodings regards the most ) could facilely succor yunsik to heal. he required to give him his soul energy. and that, if reluctant, can be taken only in vehement promixity.often times namoo astounds himself for being so cunning; he is mendacious when alluding to slumber together for the sake of camaraderie ( as if – not even close ) and even more disingenuous when he discloses his way to propitiate  /  alleviate perturbed yunsik. there are not much alternatives laid across for the younger boy – hes vigilant that if these deeds shall not be performed neither of the two would cease to writhe and antagonize over memories dolorous as being cauterized. he is sensible that this is a matter of, ultimately, life and death – although he aspires it not to be as histrionic and pivotal – therefore, vacillates not to increase their proximity until it is closer than what they were accustomed to encounter. one hand at the heart and one hand at the cheek – they are so warm to the extent the sensation feels as if they are ablaze. now or never, vouches to himself before closing the clearance of their effete lips. he captures them in the fastidious albeit fervent kiss he can muster, exceedingly astute to the fact that yunsik will be too preoccupied in the sensation of their lips melting together in an ardent kiss than the feeling of namoo’s gradually warming hands when he heals his soul, transfers some of his own energies into him. nonetheless, their lips do not halt even as hes done. he cannot pull back even if he wanted to.

[obciidian-archived]

SOURCE  :  cont. TAGGING  :  @earthrooted PAIRING  :  yunsik ft. namoo     

      naught is ever conducted without a scrutiny  /  meditation behind it, nothing is never inadvertent and gingerly calculated -- each step, each deportment which is orchestrated serves what the young lad seizes to be a greater cause. to his splendor subverting to the prevalent orb is something else which he abundantly isn’t at liability of ( or so he suits ) for he’s yet to indoctrinate that enthralling simper of his in the mirror. he is brazen and driven towards a very certain objective ; an object that he would so despairingly compels to attain, otherwise, disillusionment shall encompass his unabridged essence. 

      gander not solely zealous  /  ardent, albeit, it displays a sheer endearment that is idiosyncratic only to the boy himself. they are more than ingenuous --- exclusive and tempestuous, never evinced before to the naked apertures. genuine sentimentality are ruminated in the glistening of his sanguine orbs, and his hands ( lightly as a feather ) are situated atop the desk to bolt the other’s physique just in the position he had intended on in the first place. nevertheless improbable and uncharacteristic demeanor ( habitually soft-spoken and decorous, pleasurable for most parts individual ) that is exhibited by the younger one, namoo is not abashed or befuddled by his own deeds ; his desideratum is prime and he is ought to supplement it. a little entrancing impairs none, if the process is executed properly. 

      ❛  you have something i am very interested of...  ❜      his voice is purposefully enticing -- he has never once acted upon such a conduct filled with splendor and incandescence but here he is; present in a moment when unctuous of movements is guiding his tongue and vocal cords become almost honey like, euphonious. the gleam in his eyes is genuine, heart and soul in immense fervor -- to an extent of nearly ablaze.      ❛  i am willing to make a deal with you... does anything you want sound good to you ?  ❜

[pasuteru-paretto]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ starter for @earthrooted for the ♡ !!

       “ back home, plants like this were very, very common. “ yura mused, her eyes focused on the delicate leaves of the small plant in front of her. “ they grew in every single nook ‘n cranny but here, i couldn’t even find one! “ her eyes were lit with excitement and she turned to the other, “ where’d ‘ya manage to get one’a these? “