#engraveing

[veritastrap]

🖇️ — A receipt, object, or little thing you’d keep as a memento.

a keychain tucked into the top drawer of her desk, hidden beneath one of her school notebooks. yerim isn't sure what the keychain is meant to represent, but she knows it's f1 related. it's been kept in the same spot ever since imogen gave it to her almost a year ago. she's unwilling to admit to the amount of times she's taken it out just to look at it, especially during the long months of avoiding imogen.

[grimbound]

asphyxiation w. @engraveing

the last time lucas came this close to deep water, it was summer of 2012.

he doesn't recall much from that day, but the body evidently remembers what the mind has tried to lock away. and this is what it remembers—shoulders hunched forward, arms locked around knees, pulled tight against his chest. it's how he was found, drenched to the bone, eyes wide yet empty.

the only difference between summers in taitung and summers in seoul are the nights. there, it's much more humid, like a thick smog blanketing the city. here, it's a lot cooler.

tonight, it feels the same.

for some time, lucas tracks the ripples along the shoreline. in the distance, a handful of drunken students are splashing each other with their paddles. they sound like they're having fun. usually, this would give him a serious case of fomo, but the queasiness in his stomach keeps him seated.

"my therapist gave me homework," he hears himself say. "asked me to think about what being healed looks like. not sure what she meant by that." lucas turns his head to face noeul, his cheek now pressed to his arm. "i'm perfectly fine not knowing how to swim, so why would i need to heal that?"

[legallysera]

because i (don't) like a boy ft. son noeul @engraveing

sera hates to admit it, but she spends most of her time in line for the breakfast buffet looking for noeul. she prides herself on being a strong, independent woman, all of that, but after the way their gazes locked onto each other from across the lake, with the sunrise as the backdrop? come on, that had just been downright romantic. so, naturally, she wants to seek him out… because maybe, just maybe, he finally sees her in the same way she swears she doesn’t see him?

unfortunately, though, she doesn’t see him. even tried asking around, despite the fact that it may have made her look desperate in some way. now that she’s standing at the end of the buffet table, paper plate filled with a spread that looks somewhat like a chaotic mess, looking out at the students scattered around the tables… she realizes she doesn’t actually want to sit with any of them right now. not after she’d just been going around asking people if they’ve seen a boy! she’s got a reputation to uphold (she doesn’t), and so she’d rather disappear from sight, for now. 

instead of heading for one of the tables, sera takes her plate along with a small juice box of orange juice (which is totally better than apple juice, and she’ll fight anyone on that!). she doesn’t know where she’s going, not really, as long as it’s somewhere kind of secluded… it’s a strange feeling, but she thinks she wants to be alone? if only just for a moment. she’s wandering around the camp slowly, picking strawberries off her plate, when the idea hits her… the treehouses! she’s yet to check them out, but it sounds like the perfect place to go to be alone — especially when most students are still either asleep or grabbing breakfast. 

there’s a satisfied grin on her face as she heads towards the treehouses. making it up the ladder with the plate in hand, without spilling anything, proves to be a challenge (only some of her scrambled eggs scatters to the floor, but honestly? she hadn’t been planning on eating those anyway. just adding some protein, or whatever, so her plate isn’t all sugar) — but she manages, raising her free arm triumphantly once she’s up in the treehouse. her eyes sweep over her surroundings — it’s downright cozy in here, it’s— 

huh? that’s… eyes widening, she takes a few steps towards the figure lying in the mess of blankets and pillows. the shape of him had looked familiar from the start, and closer inspection just confirms what she’d already suspected — it’s… noeul. he’s been here the whole time?! and he’s… sleeping. sera can’t help it — and best believe she internally scolds herself for it — but a smile spreads on her lips, accompanied by a fond expression in her eyes. he looks… well, cute. he always does, she supposes, but especially now… he looks peaceful. 

putting her plate down on the floor, she grabs her phone out of her pocket, and snaps a few pictures of him. she figures it’ll be useful, either for possible blackmail material (if she should ever need that, you never know!) or just some good, old-fashioned, wistful longing. once satisfied (she’d taken 7 pictures, all from different angles), she sits down on a blanket next to him, figuring she’ll enjoy her breakfast for however long it takes him to wake up.

[legallysera]

legally obsessed ft. son noeul @engraveing

“okay, wait, hold on.” 

sera leans forward, hitting the space bar on noeul’s laptop to pause the movie. the opening notes to hoku’s perfect day have barely had a chance to start, and the screen is now frozen on the image of elle woods’ blonde hair. pausing barely ten seconds into a movie has to be a new record, even for her. but! she has to make sure he really, truly knows what he’s in for. 

“you know you’re about to witness the single greatest movie ever made, right?” she gives noeul an expectant look, leaning slightly towards him, forcing him to meet her eyes. they’re sitting next to each other on his bed (knowing herself, sera had suggested they keep it out of the common areas — it is 3 in the morning, after all. she is at least considerate enough to not deliberately wake up all of b612.), the laptop in front of them. sera has been practically vibrating with excitement (and likely too much caffeine) ever since he agreed to watch it with her.

it’s not every day she gets to show people her favorite movie of all time, and honestly? she doesn’t always want to, either. sure, she’s of the belief that every single person in the whole world should appreciate the beautiful brilliance of elle woods, but somehow, watching the movie with someone else for the first time feels oddly… intimate. like she’s sharing the deepest parts of herself. 

she wants to share pieces of herself with noeul, though. even if she’d laugh off, deny, or deflect any accusation that it means anything. even from herself. especially from herself.

“well, it’s not just a movie, really. it’s like if the bible was a movie, kind of? and you’re about to meet god. her name is elle woods!” she grins, then leans forward to press play again, though she lets her finger hover over the button for a moment. 

“you’re going to come out of this a changed man. and you’ll thank me for it.” and with that, she presses play, and leans back against the pillows.